Category Archives: folly

The shrink and the poet

A shrink she is,
To my troubled self
Swirling thoughts,
blurry silhouettes,
Beautiful shadows,
Cast by a twilight

She smiles like it’s sunset,
Resting cordially in a sofa,
Cross legged, hands on the knees

Her neck straight,
That I see blood pumping in her vein
At pace slightly above normal

I swear I would kiss it softly
Like a vampire, letting her feel my warm breath,
Onto her moisten skin,
While I smell her youth,
Like strawberries, red and luscious

Crazy i am,
But truly I know
That I need her next to me,
And not across a glass table,
Reflecting a magnificent sculpture of beauty,

But our bodies kissing,
Sharing sweat and warmth
Her voice melodic, echoing
And Her smell filling my lungs to the soul
Elating into bliss
And moaning in ecstasy

And yet, she fights the urge,
To claw across the table
Biting her lip salaciously
Listening to the words of a deranged poet
Luring his prey for a kill

Dear mom and dad

It is a crazed world
Where sanity and insanity war
Man tethered by responsibility
Grazing between choices

Choosing a pathway to lifelessness
The black hole of all human life
The one side that we do not know
Pulling each one of us randomly

When man chooses sanity,
He lives to a scale
Set by the society, family and himself
Balancing happiness between all

Hmm! What are a wondering way to live?

Sometimes I do think its easier to be insane
At least then I don’t have to play by the rules
My dad a preacher, and mom a judge

Both speaking of hell,
One allegedly ruled by demons,
And another built of stone and bars
Designed for people like me

The sons of anarchy?
She replies, ” yes indeed!”

And why do I believe her?
Is it a paranormal feature that all mothers have?
Or they just tap into their children’s naivety?
Using sincere eyes that say, all is well

Hmm! A powerful weapon they wield

But anyway, this time,
some part of me still hinges
On the thought that insanity is better
Cause one doesn’t have to be tethered by anything

am I demented?
Tell me, really, am I?

I understand that responsibility defines life
It is the soul of sanity
And yet most of those who choose it seem unhappy

Unlike our brothers who choose the later
Living care free and drowning in physical laughter
And yet, them too are not truly happy

Tell me dad, what is life?
Is it the choice of how we make us happy?

And if yes, what is happiness?
Is it that gained by sanity or insanity? Or may be both?
Huh? Tell me

Yours truly,
Markus,
The 10 year old son

Note: I will be playing with Cathy next door
Thought you should know in case you need me
I love her hair and she smells good 
I understand you don’t want me to play with her
But I just won’t stop
Reason, because I like breaking rules
Love you mom. Love you dad

Clench a fist

Clench a fist,

Take a blow to a stone wall

 

Crush your knuckles,

Hear them snap with a rattling

 

Cry to the sky,

Scream out all your pain

 

Now, look at your flesh torn,

Discharging red, atoning for your sins

 

Your rage burning like a flame,

Dancing randomly to the whisper of the wind

 

Certain winds blow it high,

And others simply play with it

 

Yet, eventually, the flame dies

Leaving your heart scorched black

 

Letting rise of a dark smoke,

Clouding the sun above your path

 

You then dwell in a lost world,

Folly acts guided by the hazy visions

 

Stumbling about everywhere

Breaking glass with every move

 

And only to walk through them afterwards

Bleeding your feet until you can’t move

 

Stubbornly, you bend on your knees

And once again, try to crawl your way out

 

The sharp pain flashes quick,

From your palms to the mind,

 

Like bad news across a sea,

Bringing with it, the cold wind of the dead

 

You howl loud, clenching your fists,

Blood dripping onto your ragged clothes

 

And then, shutting your eyes slowly,

You finally let tears run down your face

 

Falling onto your sooty heart,

And eroding it clean with every drop

Blessed and yet cursed! (Heads or Tails)

An elderly man with a medium height

Wearing a short stubble with a little grey

Rubbing it every minute or two

A clear sign of deep thought

A classic conduct of the old

Listening carefully to a young soul

Shuttering glasses as he speaks

Pieces flying in the air

Bleeding hearts and skin

A weary face for a weeping spirit

Deep in anguish for the plunge in moral

In this era of the smart and young

Blind to their mistakes and hate correction

Leaving him in worry, what future there was?

 

He stood arms crossed

Just a few feet from where I was

Facing the highway to see the passing cars

Clearly unhappy about what he was hearing

Like it was a mundane tale of the wolf of the Wall Street

A lone nobody playing his way up onto the boards

In tune with the wheel of luck

That every step is a fairy cloud

Raising him closer to the stars

Which regrettably he doesn’t touch

But falls so deep that he hurts

Breaking every bone in him

And lo, he lives

Leaving him in wonder, what was fortune?

 

He looked straight into my eyes

With a piercing gaze so deep

Like he was watching a motion picture

A classic act by Alfred Allen

In the Ghost city of 1923

Aghast by the amorphous creature

Breathing fire and smoke

And yet spitting blood as it spoke

The deadly phobias of his past

All wrapping in close around him

Realizing so little he had accomplished

Cause he was a one winged bird

Unable to fly to the stars

Leaving him in regret, what was life?

 

A few grey hair to show

For all the years lived

Cast into the shadows of the alleys

Waiting on the hands of the kind

To stretch out to where you lay

To remind you of what light felt like

Just before you fade away into oblivion

As you’re slowly devoured by your decisions

The unwise prejudice by all

To brand lousy on your face

Cause of some wrong steps

Many or few, it doesn’t matter

Ignoring the play of heads and tails

With the forever changing events of future

 

Blessed and yet cursed!

To live long and yet poor

Wise and yet weak

 

Blessed and yet cursed!

To be young and yet so foolish

Rich and still so foolish

 

Blessed and yet cursed!

mother and daughter

Humble and virtuous
a path to take
following her mother’s steps
as to live happily
despite the sways of life

wisdom and folly
choices to make
decisions by her mother
mistakes they were
but lessons they are now
to guide her only daughter
through the challenges in life

family and friends
relationships to keep
advice from her mother
trust no one but your heart
so as to guard thyself
from the disappointments of life

sex and love
needs to satisfy
experiences by her mother
there is always the right one for you
patience my dear
when you find him
you will be happy for life

money and success
ambitions to achieve
sacrifices by her mother
the daughter you are now
hard times will come
but remember the greater woman you are
and the things you seek
will be yours through life