You

I want to lie in your bed

with you

shed my clothes

and you shed yours,

naked to each other

revealilng all, hiding none

I want you to hold me

bare against your body

I want to let my body be yours

and yours be mine,

I want to drown

in pleasure

The pleasure of your body

rubbing against mine

I want your lips

to touch mine

then wound them

with your overwhelming strength

I want to feel

that feeling

the feeling of you and mine

naked to each other

revealing all, hiding none

The Desert Journey

Uneventfully

The days pass

Sometimes a black eye

others a silent nod

sometimes faint red cheeks

generally unnoticed

so we walk the joureny

a journey through an empty desert

in hope of

an occasional oasis

For I have never known

purity

for we have never expirienced

exhilaration

for we are imperfectly made

and so we weep and smile

imperfectly

unable to experience

pure joy or pain

we aspire but never reach

so we fit in

we give up and attempt

to satisfy ourselves

with a faded glory

an imperfect painting

unmoved

unfeeling

undone

like a desert journey

waiting

for the next oasis

The Unhaughty

The brilliant blue sky rose above the horizon, the waves of the crystal bejeweled battered against the low cliff, the clear horizon drew the line between sky and sea. On one side sea gulls and other birds flew through gay blue, cotton studded skies, on the other whales and sharks swam hungrily through deep blue waters in hope of a bird from the sky might touch the delicate line, the line between life and death, the line between catching prey and being prey. he sat on the rock. naked to the wind and rain, naked to the world; not that he knew of the world. his hair in locks bound by tree gum and leaves hung on his shoulders..his arms covered in briuses blood and cuts from hunting. now having satisfied his hunger he desired none other than to sit on the rock, his rock and watch..watch the battering crystal sea until hunger moved him again or the waves drove him away. so he sat part of the picture painted, so part of the picture..that without him..the deep and light held no meaning.He sat in harmony with nature, unlike other men he did not haughtily distuinguish himself above his environment rather he remained a part of nature not letting his pride get the better of him.

The walk to the Finish Line

I walk to the finish line

nobody can push me faster

than I want to go

nobody can stop me

nobody can hurry me

This is not a race for me

but a walk

a walk on a clear

sunday evening

home

because I walk

with no one

and for no one

other than my self

I walk alone

I do not want companions

they are only an extra mouth

to feed

I do not walk

the way men tell me to walk

I do not desire

they tell me

I only ask

they let me walk

my own way

and they walk

there way

I walk

at my pace

to the finish line

and there

I die

at my own pace

HOTTIE!

Your hot dude!

Like

Shahid kapoor

Brad pitt

And james bond

Your blue eyes

Are like a gate

A gate to an unkown world

The world of love

Your figure

Standing on white sand

Breaking waves

In the sunny background

Sent my docile heart

Flying to the moon

(did it come back?)

Hottie!

here’s my phone number

call me when your free

I’ll be waiting

But

You’r not looking at me

Your gone off

Surrounded

By a million others

I’ve fallen back in

The race to you

I hold my empty autograph book

And the sticky note

With my phone number

The Scar of Happiness/The Price Tag

scars of happiness
ever heard of that?
every happiness carries
a scar
a scar
a price tag

pain
death
life
ropes
hurt
deceit

because nothing
nothing
ever given
is free

happiness
has it cost

this is the cost of happiness
this is the lifetime cost
for a minute of blisss

there is nothing is free
happiness is not free
this is the price tag
this is the scar if happpiness
on my leg

CHRISTIAN LIARS!

They call justice for them

But they can’t give me justice

They call for the right to speak

But they don’t give me the right to speak

They call us to stand of for truth

But the truth that don’t like

They say, is not to be stood up for

They pray flowery prayers for peace in their churches

Preserve ethics by

Making everyone where uniforms

Valiantly donate all their clothes to IDP’S

But if they let us speak

There would not have been IDP’S

We died because of them

Because they wanted justice

But could only talk it

I prefer those who talk unjust

And act unjust

Atleast some honesty