28 February 2011
the blood sings otherwise
the blood sings otherwise. the birds that nest in your body, the wind that sounds like a lullaby in your body and the voice that speaks of a language of magical signs, they all sing otherwise. a breeze is a whirlwind, birds are the agonized calls of freedom and the magical signs are the perfumed drops of existence that call for the destruction of the self. the blood sings otherwise. through the deception and the violence of a friend, through the love and the violence of a woman, the blood sings and speaks otherwise.
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oh so many!
ReplyDeletesome naked, shivering
looking askance at the loss
through no fault of theirs
oh so many!
some magnificently naked
strutting like the proverbial emperor
his clothes woven by their own hands
oh so many!
poor little naked souls
knowing not what plucked them
out of their warm blankets
oh so many!
angry pesky naked pests
rising a din n cry
at the invaluable loss
but all look down
have to, at the end,
and find themselves
one amongst millions
these of the same feathers
are different breed of birds
they see each other
and they see not at all
for, if they flock together
the prominence of I vanishes
hurtling them down to earth
to a sure fatal collision
so they look at their feet
and nowhere else
at the fallen feathers
the emperor's robes.
Sorry could not stop myself
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