Silly Poetry - Notepad Fetish

and i just can't get away
from the sight
of blue and white
the warm, sweet embrace
of the ever-familiar glow
of a notepad window
though i'd say i prefer vi,
buy me a cup of chai,
and ill confess the truth,
maa ki chooth,
we're all slave to bill gates,
the man we loves to hates,
got us by the balls,
offering us bait,
voice-activated, video conferenced, beautiful blue coccoons,
3-d desktops and floating menus,
tagged file-names and multi-threaded fuckwitness,
all i crave,
at the end of a long, crazy night,
i have to admit,
come home and sit,
i love thee notepad,
don't ever upgrade,
it shall make me sad.

that was the silliest thing i've ever written. sorry.


back to the word/s . eh ?
the single and the many,
a pressure cooker whistle goes off,
and caught, with the flow, you've promised yourself to go, on, at 100 words per minute, no break for typos, but then it all descends into mush, doesn't it? and messy, walls covered in words, useless and of your own making, and where does it all take us back to, libraries and volumes of journals - archive upon archive, we thrive, on words, but of our own making - undefine them and they cease to exist -- the children still on the dance floor -- don't need them things - unravels into code and then disappears, into the great beyond, where its every intricacy shall be battled on for days on some obscure internet mailing list, but that shall never see the light of day, or a midwestern television set. ever. think about that. and it's all irrelevant. fat, rat, cat in the hat. we all sat. on the edge of a cliff, and then the cliff grew mysteriously, and became a bridge, to the other side. and then we were all one.


((sorry if the reference to "vi" was obscure to some - wiki it. then learn it. then take the plunge and break out of your warm, blue coccoon. for freedom. shut the windows. open the doors. love me two times. jah. :- ). ))

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"I'll let you be in my dream if I can be in your dream. I said that." - B. Dylan, Talking World War Three Blues

The Times-They-Have-a-Changed (I'm outta Range..)

All the things I want to learn,
Ad infinitum,
All alive and all awake
All at the touch of a button,
We realize our individual limitations,
Within the power of the collective,
The strength of the individual voice,
The future of humanity,
The salvation of mankind,
WWW – The Internet ..
We haven't just begun yet ..


To those who glimpsed the wild-eyed dreams that dreamers saw,
To those who saw the stark ugly truth
Of the way the World has worked and does not work
Full of liars and oil barons
Ready to sell my soul and yours
At the touch of a button
Straight and simple
Survival of the fittest,
Whitest and richest,
And yet saw through..
Straight through the deep red lie
And burnt away to find the truth
At the core of ourselves
Let go let go
Let be let free
The poetry
Of divine ecstacy
Within you and me
Time to be you and me again
Time to be human again
One love against
A world gone horribly wrong
Back to nurturing the things we love
Let the humanity shine through

To give and be given
To share and explore
To adventure and find the truth
More within than without
Naked, and without a doubt
This is the way you were always meant to be

Crawling through the same roads,
The same piles of concrete
Day after day
Coming to terms
With the lives we've been given
Children of the Urban Nightmare
We were born into this dream,
It is ours and we shall not let them take it away

We will not let them sell our remaining open spaces to feed their wallets and power cravings
We will not let them plunder our environment with brutal mercilessness
We shall strive always to find meaningful alternatives
And till the day comes,
When we can all stand strong and tell 'em to FUCK OFF,
We shall survive and help survive
Breathe and help breathe
Human beings who would not let love die
Even as they laid her bare and tore at her soul ..

Beauty she still speaks to us,
The call of duty,
Still screaming at us,
From the other side
Do something you human scum
Look at what you've become
Look at what you've done

And how did they do this to us?
Have we not eyes and can we not see?
Or is it clear only to you and me?
Are things destined to be this way?
To go down in a fit of laughter,
Watching the absurdity play on,
And reading the morning newspapers as they brain-wash our souls,
Laughing it all up,
As we kick back with a cuban cigar and some champagne,
Just in time to catch the great final spectacle
At the restaurant at the end of the world --

Memories (Wish they had Nipples)

Special moments,
Stranded in time ..
The same old songs,
Playing backward rhyme ..

Highway madness, urban design
The innocence of children
We've left the World behind...
Carved out of rock and hopelessness,
Wild-eyed and staring
Juvenile, caring

Look out for her
She'll be wearing
The same old clothes
You saw her in last
With the same ol' smile
And everything will be just like
That special moment
Stranded in time


Dreamers and schemers,
Scam-artists all,
Hanging on
Dare to ask
What the fuck
Is going on
Jus' killin' it, bro
Malad West to Rampart Row
Truth 'n light
Keeping on the fight
The city she loves me ...


The times of love,
Where have they gone,
We knew them once
Saw her reflected
On the beaches of our dreams
Staring into each others eyes
Forever
We saw all the beauty
Captured infinity in a tea-cup
Drank her down and laughed at our own impermanence...

It's all gone now...
Give me back my stuff,
I'll go my way and you go yours
But if you ever reach that place again
That place where the broken-hearted go,
You can be rest assured,
I'll be there

Many years from now
We'll still have our memories
And know we'll always care ...

Flash Your Mirror ..

Lets go get lost...
Take a trip,
Highway seventeen,
You know what I mean ..
You've been here before ..
Wild days, open road ..


Flash
She's next to me
Singing Bob Marley at the top of her voice
Whiz trees truck bang whiz
Beauty cornered in her wild abandon scream
Concentrate Drive Accelerate
“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery..”
World goes POP
Dont ever Stop..
The magic has just begun,
Children of the Sun,
Welcome the dawn..
She points to the sky
Just one star out
Lets call her Venus...


Flash
Morning comes and you go outside
Green garden and a pile of mushrooms
Lying lazily by the corner
You look good enough to eat
You too my love
She wraps you in her velvet touch
These infinite dreams are ours forever
We were way outta touch
Crashing back down
She was fucked in the head
It was all a bit much
Really,
All that you're left with
Is three pounds of nonsense,
One packet of cheese,
And two grams of an unidentified yellow powder.
I wish I'd just gone to college,
I murmur as I walk away...

Flash
Whiz pow Bow Wow
All the dogs gone crazy
Whole Worlds a pounding ball of rage
Everyone's out to kill eachother
What the fuck
Why is everyone so pissed off ?
Greedy people, liar people
I thought I had issues
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
The entire species is fucked up.


Flash
Redemption on the street corner
Lonely eyes flash brotherhood
Corner-store waiter flashes the peace sign
Vague, formless beauty
Reflected in each stranger's eyes
As you pass them by
Remembering the faces
And the times we had .
I'm sorry if I hurt you my brother
I'm sorry if I hurt you my sister
I'm sorry if I hurt you my lover
I'm sorry if I hurt you my mother
I was just out having a good time
And still am .

Stuck in the Middle Without Shit

All the world's history – all the world's opinion – all the world's nonsense – its all in front of us now – just a mouse-click away ... and yet nothing seems to help, the reality we see around us – how do we make the transition – how do we connect to not only foresee the future but also make it happen – to quit the meaningless squabble -


try to see it once my way
things would be much simpler then
the same old call
from the beginning of time
trying to make things happen

but now things have gone too far
upside down almost
retreat, retreat,
ancient wisdom never made more sense
all their books could never be more irrelevant
stuck at the liminal space
between real and virtual

Independence This!

back to the days, when we felt like we belong, when poetry was more than strung together song - we couldn't be wrong - we glowed transluscent orange - then magenta invaded - colours gave way to impurity - and soon the rainbow was covered in black .. but now the sun is out .. and i want it all back .. i want it all back ..



everything changes and everything dies - i keep writing the same old lies - wondering about the same old truth - wishin' i was babe ruth - u know - celebrity infection - mass defection - from society's laws - the outlaws - living in peace - slowly getting rid of this disease - but is there really hope - the songs of no scope - blearing from speakers made of rust.. in dust.. our only trust - they made us sweat - they made us groove - time to invent a new move - hooters and booters - in front of second hand computers - wild living on the side of the machines - dreams and figments - intertwined with all our passions - ceasing all reality - all our adventures shall now be virtual.

take it over. from the underside. when the colours fade into white and it all bcomes alright and we make our fires and meet up deep into the night - we'll see, many years from now - when our work is done and the war is won - we can still be one - no more - no more just vagabond boys and girls - out to have some fun - channelize - actualize - transcedentalize - see through their lies...



when everything is jelly bean and the rocking horse hunter is playing draw-string dreams - your temptations hang from the sides of your eye-lids and jesus says he loved you too soon - lookin' up at the moon - all the stars shine down on you and your fragmented soul - reaching toward one whole - with only passion and faith - no hate - no need - to wait -- where there is love - there can be no fear -- time to explode -- front-stage from out back at the rear.. the tales of freedom from the streets of redemption - that we walked - for the better parts of our disenfranchised lives -- livin' it up - at Bombay High... waving every passing day - jaded goodbyes...