Jun 15, 2007

Devil's Red bedsheet


"Karla" - I said
when she was to be dead
but woke up instead
out of devil's bed
in the sun's green light
moon's heavy shed..
can you not, just not listen
her breaking apart
bone by bone....

“lets go by the lake” - I said
the orange tree's purple shower
pure yet sadistic
we the masochistic
wow whatta words have flowered
angels gathered
when women are raped
the women who rapes
is the women who says
that women are raped.

Jun 9, 2007

You to me are bosom close
















Sitting on the blue garden's banal floor,

Bluish-white petal of the blue rose...
Your eyes take away my life,
You to me are bosom close

Your lips touch my hungry ear,
Your voice hushed yet clear,
Words resound like sound of wind,
Like the orange monk's orange prayer.

Never before my thoughts i fought,
My body frail my heart distraught,
But no odds can beat me where,
The touch of your hands on my eyelids is there.
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