You are dead without money
Familiar as the saying goes
Visitations bring strange sad tales
With the loss of clout to purchase
Self confidence starts to erode
Stagnant shadow grows tall from base
Time ticks, the world moves on with it

You are dead without money
You know it is not really true
With breathe and health, the mind assigns
Instinct of self preservation
Exchange battered into money
Resources are sold on demand
The lazy man dies of hunger

around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
that promised her a silvery-golden moon
still, after all the years spent, even now
around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
bestowed by one in history kept, somehow
within a telegram's curt words of doom
around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
that promised her a silvery-golden moon

Xmas Doldrums

Are we ever to be rid of
the parasite called royal.
They’re attached to the
wealth of our country
like skin to a boil.
Unwanted by most of
the needy crowd, the voice
of the poor crushed if
it appears to loud.

Their incessant greed
is unmatched, it is a
heartless but not
a modern crime.
No austerity gripping
their greatness for
their plans had already
hatched. It was their
most sadistic of all
reign time.

I would've be able to answer you
touch me not
for the love of life,
my hands are scorching bloody white hot

you seem to touch many a hands
never mind

I hate one night stands
Not that I profess others to ignore

sex is loving
for only true lovers for sure…
if you are one
hold her hand
but only if till you can stand

if there is no vulgarity
serenity is all we look into it...
its naturality
and sexiness shall be privy

please note
wonderful edit by Ian

I'm having a miracle
Wow, what a thrill
my husband's over the moon
smiling broadly like a loon
to me pregnancy is a pain
all this weight I've had to gain
seems I have to bloom
because I've a full womb
people patting my belly as if its their's
rubbing away all my cares
I've two months to go
time passing so slow
then there's the labour
epidural my saviour
midwife fiddling with my bits and bobs
checking temperature, taking swabs

I thought we topped out
When we first said I do
How could two love each other more?
How could two possess such allure?
Adore you, I do
So blessed am I
To have you
For if possible, this love could cause me to need crutches
Cause that’s how strong my crush is
For you
At least was
Before it became more, now it’s just love
Two hearts, one US
From a first kiss
To a rush
From lust
Came trust
And so it was
You and me
Became “we”
Finally

Hiphop, grunge , punk and rap
I guess I'm getting old
to me it all sounds just like crap
if I might be so bold

Computers built into the cars
and no more plain old carburators
asphalt instead of stone and tar
I'm a fuel injector hater

"Hooking up" instead of dating
when did men stop opening doors?
having babies without mating
calling all your girlfriends whores

VOS QUE

airliners shed sunlight
pierce heaving slight
the flit ghost lock

Tender there against the
adrenal temps

there are tempers of
madness dripping
the loose mind connections

shivers thin sheaves
tinfoil emollient

roam room rotations
and the steady moment
clarity like a thousand
foot fall opens up
like a smile

Ashes of a misspent youth
memories of words uncouth
actions of an ignorant brute
respect didn't mean a hoot

Flames of wisdom slowly burn
the wheels of maturity slowly turn
others misfortunes I no longer scorn
seeking advice which I used to spurn

Ravi played the sitar and
George's guitar wept....

I am not fond of farewells nor
of passages in and out of worlds
I barely know. There are hands
that hold the loam of fecund earth, there is sunshine
in the pockets of those amoung us, rising.
Rising again. Again.
In music, there can be no believers,
There are no earth-bound hostages in its
sound.

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