Pain

Now comes yesterday's

joy away from pain

some thing comes from nothing

that seldom happens again

Blood flows in streams

of thin branches in the sand

the dry earth cracks

open exposing promised lands

Time collapses down

and moments drift apart

its time to leave this crazy town

let these memories play their part

Too many things have changed

and too many things are same

a lot is yet to happen

but a lot has happened again

You were sitting here yesterday

as we laughed through the pain

now you're leaving everything today

I wish once we could laugh again

Lost in time

you've aged like wine

I can taste you still

you'll forever be mine

Know

What is it to know?

Where does it come from,
and where does it go?
What is that thought,
hidden behind
the pointless show,
some dream that we sought.
just an idea
of cross-eyed ponderers,
wondering why?
whispering out
loud silence
hovering about
waiting to know,

and dying to show!

Voices and opinions
sermons and communions
prayers and curses
gunshots and protests
commercials of plastic
does it seem a bit drastic
selling souls for real
so that YOU can feel?

Time and its shortage
power and its carnage
greed and enlightenment
locked in a primitive sage.
caravans pass by
and the clowns sometimes, cry
divine fear is here
is it worth a try

Decide for yourself
wait alone in the rain
again, the sun shall shine
until then, enjoy the pain.

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Lucy Love

Contd. from...

Love...
It is a state of mind like anything else.
Hatred, Anger, Desire, Enlightenment, Wastedness, etc etc etc etc...

All... just states of mind.

All unique,
but finally,
just different states of mind.

Lucy was thinking of all the people she loved. She was wondering if they had met her. If they met the OTHER her...the OT-her..
er...

Lately she was losing her focus a lot.

Focus is not the lack of distractions, but the ability to not be affected by the presence of distractions.

Lucy wondered about what the other Lucy was doing with this situation.
Was she thinking these same thoughts?
Could that be the reason for her annoying lack of focus?
Hocus

Pocus

Nofuss...

There...it happened again!

She got up and waited for the sky to lose color. Different kinds of birds began to sing as the evening approached. It was like the change of bands in a disorienting rock-concert.

She didn’t know why she thought about a rock concert suddenly, but the analogy had a chilling semblance to her hallucinatory situation.

She could hear the notes of Hendrix flowing in the air. They were coming from some radio, broadcasted from some remote station, by some random DJ, playing the Hendrix Blues CD that was copied from the master record off the MCA label sometime in the 70s...originally!

What a journey the notes have made! And to think that it does not even end (or begin) there.

The notes were first conceived in Hendrix's mind (brain?), subsequent to some complex muse making her mercurial-though regular-appearance, then running through Hendrix's body in the form of beautifully coordinated neuro-chemical signals, ultimately culminating into a muscular action that physically translated the notes in his mind, to the strings of the guitar, got swallowed up by the pick-ups, and then through acoustic-electromagnetic-acoustic transitions, went into the recording equipment, and made a permanent mark on the storage device.

Played again, the notes went through yet another complex series of energy transformations before coming out of that radio speaker, floating in the air, reaching Lucys ears, getting translated into neuro-electro-chemical information and then, via the auditory center, making a permanent mark on some cellular equivalent of a storage device in Lucys brain.

Quite simple if you think through it.

Lucy walked into Mark's Guitars.
She walked into the jamming room.
She picked up a black telecaster.
Plugged it in...
Turned it up...
Struck the strings, firmly and confidently!

C---9p7-----9p7-----9p7-----9p7-----9p7---9---10---10---10---10--- !

G-------8-------8-------8-------8-------8------7----7--7b8----7--- !

Eb---------------------------------------------------------------- !

Bb---------------------------------------------------------------- !

F----------------------------------------------------------------- !

C----------------------------------------------------------------- !

Hmm..."Not Bad", said Tom, who was standing by the door.

"Yeah, I know", said Lucy.

"How long have you been playing?" asked Tom, picking up another telecaster.

"The past 5 minutes!” replied Lucy.

"Hmm", mumbled Tom. "I’ve been playing for about 7884000 minutes!"

He started picking the strings.

Out flowed Hendrix’s Hear My Train a'comin', verbatim to Lucys debut performance. They both jammed for a while, forgetting any other universe besides the one their music enveloped them into.

That night Tom made love to Lucy again.
He then, for the first time, wrote a poem:

something is going on
something is happening
something that she lives on
something is underlying

“I have read that one before,” said Lucy.

"I think I know why!" said Tom.

"I think I know!"

Last Dance To Death

Colors enhanced in the dark,
Creatures in the mind lying still,
Bright flashes hurt the eyes,
if you want to die...you will!

No voices from deep within
Can answer you tonight.
This is the last hour,
before the final fight!

You'll lose your peace of mind,
let go your values behind,
This is the last hour,
before the final fight!

Your breath is counting hours,
to stop for a while.
In an instant of eternity,
you close your eyes with a smile!

There will be flashes from the past,
and premonitions of the future.
Your present is a dead grave,
and your life has gone obscure!

You see the tunnel vision,
And your body levitates in the wind.
You imagine the Heavens-
Taking your martyred soul within!

You have hated and you have loved,
You have sinned every sin.
You have called the almighty at times,
And worshipped the Devil within!

Now you lie in the grave,
of pious purity-
and you wonder what you've done,
to die among these loved ones!

ONE

One by one
the units come
together they become
one under the sun

Energy packets rush
to feed the union
of the united singularity
that danced under the sun

Complexity takes birth,
and simplicity is its mother,
In a way its all worth
for the units to come together

A pattern began to form
under some mystical hold
without rules or norms
The Ultimate Puzzle unfolds

First, there was matter
guided by the force,
Then there was the thought
In a quest for the cryptic source

Life begets life,
but ends into death
the dead then come alive
the cycle never quits

If you are alive
you will surely die
to tell yourself otherwise
is just a cupid lie

Why?

Because,
The ancient units
still reside
in all that ever lived
and all that has died...