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Just looking, whats cooking?

10-Feb-2012

Oh the rage, of the fury,
May the fire of hell,
Shoot on through,
And swallow me whole!

That’s what you want,
A reaction, a childish tantrum no doubt.
But guess what sweetheart,
You have to go elsewhere for that.

Ha! You probably already do!
You who flaunt and complain,
I heard about that blind date
Your friends set up for you.

To build upon your wrath,
I add a little more kindling to the fire-
Yep, i didn't do the dishes either
If this is what this is about.

But of course dishes is not
What this is about, yet build
The fire it does, until the house is almost set alight-
A veritable heatwave of fury!

And now your at the tipping point,
I guess I better intervene
Before you explode. I agree, i say
I shan't change, and neither will you
Its much too late, let's end this now
Lets not let any more time get to waste.

There, its done its been said
And i haven't even raised the issue of your
Infidelities. And take great comfort
Looking at your bewildered face.

And then the dawning releif,
Of a person who thinks she's gotten away
With her actions, yet again.
Let her play pretend...as long as its not around me.

Maxwell style.

10-Feb-2012

You think me the very height of depravity,
My uncouth dress, my uncivilized manner.
If I held a whisky in my hand, or a drink of port
And took a little more care not to ruffle any feathers-
Why you would think me the height of refinement,
Indeed, who could think of a better catch!

Yet here we are, and there goes my mouth,
And here is my mind, not switching to the
Genteel mode required. Shall I swap cigarettes,
For the odd hit of pot? Then would I seem more artful?
Less tasteless, to be sure than the ugly fouling fumes
That are wafting up your nose, of my homemade rollies.

Beauty and the Beast.

10-Feb-2012

How contrare, how contrare –
How is it everytime we play this game,
That you must always be beauty,
And condemn me to beast?

Yes, a man I may be, but im
Man enough dear, to know
That I like a bit of affection,
Pampering and chasing after too.

You laugh it off, why is it so absurd?
That you can play dressup,
Paint your face and glitter your eyes.
When I cannot? Why not?!

Just because I am male,
Does not mean I should be condemned
To a distinct lack of creativity,
In the way I dress- why should this offend?

Try to look beyond my dear,
Try to see the man within,
The one who longs to embrace all things
Colourful, beautiful, to be something people can smile at too.

Byronesque

10-Feb-2012

Woe is me, woe is you,
How long has it been -
Since we parted us two?

Let me catch you up my darling,
Let me whisper in your ear,
I have something to tell you –
I must make this clear.

I have taken up a new faith,
Vanity is her name,
I worship her footsteps,
My heart burns in flames.

I can’t begin to ponder,
Why you left me long ago,
But i thank you now,
For this chance with my new beau.

Tease you? Nay I do not!
Let me assure - my words,
Are not to put you in a strop!

I speak sincerely- nay don’t laugh
What is this new aura about you?
Pray do not mock my sincerity,
Or my eagerness to share,

I only want to be assured
That bitterness still lurks here.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Lord Byron

Sketchbook

10-Feb-2012

Solitary sloop,
beyond the pale of parchment
drawn by pen and ink.

Sumi-e *

10-Feb-2012

Strong, sure strokes align
foliage rising by design;
joy accordingly.

* Sumi-e is the creation of a painting using black ink on paper.
The traditional technique emphasizes an economy of brush strokes.

My Dad, a Truck Driver

10-Feb-2012

The world becomes lonely
when you walk out the door
before school,
the time I often mope.
Priceless jewel to mother,
armored sun;
a wonder in dark times
with a sense of humor
that never fades.
Melody that rings upon me,
how sad I really feel
when you walk out the door
before I go to school.
Even though you still linger,
it hurts when I come home,
and the blue truck is gone
for two weeks.

They'd Rather Sit in a Tree! (Intended to be Funny!)

10-Feb-2012

People walk by, antagonizing me,
because I'd rather sing, but they'd rather sit in a tree!
Here I am, in a group of teenagers
who mock me, because I like sound.
"Uh, music, music, music, doesn't make
the world go round, so please disable
your sound song sound!

I listen to their sarcastic drivel,
realizing 'quiet' has a dismissal!
Everyone knows when there's no sound,
I automatically become dry and dismal!
Literally speaking, they don't like sound:
"ugh, turn that down, turn that down!
Music is something that signifies weakness
stirring fools a lilt so instrument-tacious,
altering the minds...and..."

...but, ugh, I solemnly disagree!
Music is so bloody tenacious!

So, I am like : "turn that up I say!
You know, music, you should try it some time.
And peeps, music is peep-a-delicious,
it's user friendly, you gotta get wit it

Different genres for different ears,
plug it in, there's nothing to fear!

So make some na-wze!
Otherwise, your stereo's gonna fall out the back dawr-ze!

Another Problem in Today's Education System

10-Feb-2012

All students are equal,
and all deserve to be loved.
If one is noticed, the others must
not be swallowed and shoved.
There are forgotten souls
whose light is dimming;
leftover children cry
until their voices start spinning.

As a kid with anxiety,
I don't see rationality
in fellow drags with plastic bags
on top their monster heads!

I'd like to know the truth of age,
why teachers often clutch
unto the kid they think is best
how they love her so much.
Teachers share sides with students
while watching others drown.
The forgotten never receive help;
some girls wear a smiling frown.

Take you on peak

10-Feb-2012

There are so many things besides
Deep meaning and insight provides
Flowers and their fragrance spread all over
Even if provided no cover

Do roses need any introduction?
Do the words need any recognition?
Absolutely no if they are properly conveyed
If not then people may guess and stay dismayed

Words have power and strength
It has variety and can cover any length
Spoken or silent carry same meaning
Where it goes then there is point in winning

Words are reflection of stable mind
No where you may have deviation to find
The work is done as per promises made in words
There is no going back but only to look towards

It may have desired effect
Even if not put into act
There is somewhere hidden fact
Words make it forceful with tact

Rest of the things eyes score
People can read clearly therefore
Face and mouth may act together
There is only adding of feather

Love the words as they are spoken
They are not mere gesture or token
Once out then can’t be taken back
As there may be lot more at stake

Think and then speak
It may otherwise make you weak
Speak firmly and then stick
These all quality may take you at the peak

Through the looking glass

10-Feb-2012

How hopeless seem we,
Strangely bug-eyed,
Faces elongated,
Our mouths but a little speck.

Our reflections gaping hungrily back
Staring with greedy little shriveled up eyes
Underneath the skin you see.

Spiders, crawling, spiders, spiders….
My skin be it covered in spiders?

I wait for the nausea to overcome me,
So I don’t have to see the monsters lurking within.

Chimera

10-Feb-2012

The best stories were told when they're was simply
nothing simple to tell
F o c u s
Once upon a time
I vanished into A painting along
My wall
Completely exposed to my fall
of hallucinations
It's obvious I've gone.
Gone away into the painting
Where very thin layers of thought
Transpire into my false reality.
Sleeping are we?
Dreams were not made of this caliber
This painting lives
It stays
It stains
You won't forget.
Think back into The time where
Time no longer matters
States cities and stature
Goes down the drain with
All of its factors containing reality.
Become unreal.
Feel nothing.
Daydream.

Each word

09-Feb-2012

मुझे हर शब्द में संगीत सुनाई देता है
और हर आवाज़ में मधुरापन
कुछ तो जरुर है जो मुझे खींचे चला जात्ता है
मेरे डगर को उसकी और लिए जाता है

I hear melody in each word
And so sweetness in it to look forward
There is something unique that pulls me toward
My steps move slowly forward

में चाहकर भी रुक नहीं सकता
येही मेरी रूचि बन गया है
हर चीज़ में मुझे कविता या नज़्म सुनाई देती है
में कान उनको सुननेके लिए बेत्ताब हो जाते है

I can't stop even if want to
It has become liking too
I find poem in every form
I impatiently try to hear through

अब तो कविता बनाना ही मेरा जीवन है
जो उठते बैठते बन जाती है
हवाका रुख भी मुझे लिखने के लिए उकसाता है
हलकी बुँदे बारिश की भी मुझे तरसाती है

Poems are all the way and has become routine
That comes in mind often and I feel fine
Slow wind also reminds me to write more
Little rain showers too tempts me to explore

मुझे हर इंसान में उसका अंश नझर आता है
कहीं पे नुस्ख हो फिर भी सच्चाई दिख जाती है
मेरे मालिक मुझे उनसे आँख मिलाने की शक्ति दे दे
कुछ कहने पर उनसे अछेपन की उम्मीद दिलादे

I find Him in every human being
Not faults but only goodness it brings
O, lord give me courage and strength
To see some changes in goodness with proper wavelength

येदी में ऐसा कर पाउँगा गा तो जीवन सफल हो जायेगा
थोड़े से अल्फाझो से आदमी बदल जाये तो जीवन स्वर्ग हो जायेगा
येही तो हम कल्पना करेंगे की सभी का उत्थान हो और सुखी रहे
जीवन का फल्सुफा जाने और किसीको दुखी न करे

If I could do this then life will be worth
If some words can do magic then it may turn into heaven
I shall dream and wish for all to progress
Understand the meaning of life bring no unhappiness for others on face

मेरी मंझिल येह नहीं थी फिर भी में उसपर चल दिया
सारी शंकाएं और उल्झनोको पीछे छोड़ दिया
येही सोचकर की आने वाला कल खुश्हियोंके अंबार ले आएगा
हमारे तपते हुए जीवन में एक ख़ुशी की बहार ले आएगा

I preferred this path even though was not meant
All doubts and confusions were left behind for instant
With only hope that it may happiness tomorrow
Life may be comfortable with happiness and allow

येही मेरी मंझिल और समय का तकाजा भी
येदी संगीत उसे कर पता है तो और ही अच्छा है
येदी कविता उसे जन्झोड़कर अच्छा बनाती है तो और ही अच्छा है
में उसे लिखता जाऊँगा और मन ही मन मुस्कराता रहूँगा

This is my life mission and its goal
If music can do it then well and good
If poems can move a person then it is better
I shall go on writing and roar in laughter

Circus Day

09-Feb-2012

come one come all
spend the day with us
Mr. Charles and I
meet us at the circus

we can share cotton candy
maybe a funnel cake
nauchos with extra cheese
salted big pretzel

watch the elephants perform
hear the powerful lions roar
see the silly clowns
and the daring trapeeze

then we can eat some more
corndogs, hotdogs, sausagedogs
munch on delicious candied apples
crunch on extra buttered popcorn

so come share our day at the circus

Feb. 9, 2012

When Their Bellies Are Full

09-Feb-2012

salmon pink clouds
shall sing out loud
when their bellies
are full
to the brim and
almost ready
to burst
into sweet rain again

Only in dreams

09-Feb-2012

Let this be the last kiss before you go
Then I shall awake and my sorrow show
And spend the day with thoughts of you
Then sleep again and dream anew

Are you really there, do you exist?
That perfect love, the sweetest kiss
Seems I love a face I do not know
At least in slumber love can grow

Then in the night you come to me
And whisper sweet words of poetry
I kiss your lips and hold you close
It’s where we banish wicked ghosts

Then again with heavy eyes I wake
And start the yearning of the day
I wonder if you dream the same?
Shall I meet you on the astral plane?

W R Baker

Make Me Senseless

09-Feb-2012

Knock me into a daze
Make me scream your name
Hold me down, abuse me
Make me your slave
Taste me and touch me
Make me writhe in pain
Twist me turn me
Make me misbehave

I have been a bad girl
Teach me to be right
Bring me to my knees
When you take me home tonight

mock orange buds

09-Feb-2012

" he played his harmonica till his lips were raw " - i smell winter - the housemartins.

some words are barbed......like the wire
some words just want me make me want to retire
listen to old music and smoke by the fire
limping along like a car with a flat tyre
let me hear you take it higher

i'm buying oranges while jessica is interviewing clint eastwood in my dreams
after falling asleep watching bloody awful 0 - 0 football teams

my roots are still buried deep in the ground
though my foliage is sometimes too high and windswept to be found

there are too many second rate hero's and not enough robin hoods
too many showy overblown cactus flowers and not enough buds

the long and winding road leads us where?
hopefully to someone who can care
i can define freedom and pretend it's true
but i really know that it's just shades of blue

where will we go today?
probably the same place we went yesterday.

" every woman, every man. join the caravan of love....everybody take a stand....join the caravan....of love....i'm your brother....don't you know? " - the housemartins.

Scattered Reflections

09-Feb-2012

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Tracing footsteps back to sunshine,
To the river where I was born,
Autumn's season gives me reason,
To search for why I felt torn,

I want to be instilled with life,
To clear regrets of my last choice,
As death makes me feel my last breath,
I breathe for you to hear your voice,

Show me a sign, that you're alive,
Show me a sign, that you're divine,

I knew you, when you were new,
You then forgot me, as you grew,
As you lived your life, you hadn't a clue,
Of who was your daddy, or who was who,

But my mirror shatters, and the situation's clear,
The pieces scattered, is this for real,
Hundreds of reflections look back to me,
Could I really be alone with so much company,

Show me a sign, make the power consume us,
I can feel that you're divine,
Show me a sign, make the power run through us,
I can feel that you're alive.

Midnight Coma

09-Feb-2012

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If I awake from my midnight coma,
Will I be the same as I was before,
If I hold hands with friendly strangers,
Will I remember them once more,

If I reside inside my coma,
Will I be stunned with senses numb,
If I hold hands with those friendly fingers,
Will they be surprised of what I've become,

Even though I know your name,
I don't know who you are,
And even though I hold your hands,
You're falling away from me,

Sleeping for hours 'till sun flips end,
Deep in dreams as my life transcends,
Seeking for reasons to impress them,
Peeking in regrets to find a gem,

What's the point of going to the past,
If I know I won't be able to last,

Even though I know your name,
I don't know who you are,
And even though I hold your hands,
You're falling away from me,

Even though I know your name,
I don't know who you are,
And even though I hold your hands,
You're falling away from me,

Going back to my old life,
Will I be the same as I was before,
Going back to my old life,
Will they remember who I was once more.

Turning Into Dust

09-Feb-2012

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Bye world,
See you on the other side,
It looks like the end for me,
It was fun while it lasted,
My machine's a burning,
Straight through the atmosphere,
I promise you, I tried,
To stay alive,

I don't know where I'm landing,
Yet it wasn't meant to be here,
Whirling down to the ground,
Straight through clouds I disappear,

I'll say this, with all my pride,
So please, don't you cry,
Look ahead, far and wide,
Because one day, I'll be by your side,

You may feel me, but as time passes by,
I will slowly subside,
And as time passes by, you'll decide,
That my decision was the best one,
The only one: suicide,

In our future, we'll meet again,
But for now, I'm turning into dust,

I shall reside, in peace and harmony, so,
Remember where you were,
When you first heard that I had died,
Please, remember where you were,
When you first heard that I had died,
So with all that aside, I'll turn into dust,
It looks like I must,
Because it's you who I trust,
So with all that aside,
Thank you, and see you on the other side.

From the Bottom of the Sky

09-Feb-2012

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From the bottom of the sky,
That's where you go, when you've got nowhere else left to climb,
From the bottom of the sky,
That's when you know, that you've left it all behind,

We're above the skyline view,
Hail from the sky won't hurt us at all,
Hopefully our journey will be worthwhile,
Unless sunsets ever grow out of style,

From the bottom of the sky,
That's where you go, when you've got nowhere else left to climb,
From the bottom of the sky,
That's when you know, that you've left it all behind,

Whenever you're alone, someone commences snow,
When I feel a flake, that's when I begin to know,
That you need me around,
To wipe away your frown,

From the bottom of the sky,
That's where you go, when you've got nowhere else left to climb,
From the bottom of the sky,
That's when you know, that you've left it all behind,

From the bottom of the sky,
Forbidden thoughts of my lover, I've got nowhere else left to climb,
From the bottom of the sky,
Wasted moments to discover, I've left it all behind.

I Want You So Bad...

09-Feb-2012

I can’t take my eyes from you
They stick to you like Gorilla Glue
You are my sun you are my sea
You are everything to me
You walk down my street with a swing to your hips
And I shiver at the thought of those soft red lips
I want you to squeal
As I trace my hands up from your heels
To what only my mind can reveal

That One Friend

09-Feb-2012

The way to a friend’s house is never too far
Do you know your friends and who they are
Is there one who stands out from the rest
That one friend you can easily call your best

He, or she, is there when the rest turn away
Even on the most depressing and darkest day
And when that one friend comes to you
You know your friendship is truly true

That one friend knows something is wrong
Even while you’re saying you’re fine all along
And somehow you know, no matter what
Your friendship will last through any life rut

And when that friend needs help in return
You’re there to help with honest concern
No matter how busy you both may be
You’re there for each other – it is destiny

Even in sleep

09-Feb-2012

When you stir I kiss you, and engulf
your scent.
Where beneath the feathers of slumber we slept.
Warmly entwined in perfect unison, like waves
upon the shore.
Even in sleep we make love.

W R Baker