Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
REGARDS, FEAR
The emotions all have one Lord of emotions...
Not elected through voting, but through discharging pistols.
The Lord of emotions rules harshly...
With everything under a sort of curfew
A constant state of emergency in effect.
The Lord of emotions has been present...
In my mind he has had his seat.
For a long time now he rules within
my mind that is but an abattoir...
Where screams are in an act of coitus
And through their mating Silence is born...
And again there is mating which kills Silence
And once again, post coitus, Silence is born
The Lord of emotions speaks to me
And I pretend not to hear.
I do not listen to what he says,
But we have to hear it thorough.
What he says is heard by all,
but listened by some... who live in me.
And his word is followed word by word.
The Lord of emotions keeps me contained.
I might have become even a hero.
He rules that we don't talk to each other.
That we are different and he is the lord.
He leaves me always with an after taste...
That is bitter and everlasting.
I extend my hands full of hatred,
but the Lord renders them impotent...
I extend my hands full of love,
and there I recoil seeing his orders
Painted with red on the walls of the abattoir
with a heading “For your eyes only”.
Not elected through voting, but through discharging pistols.
The Lord of emotions rules harshly...
With everything under a sort of curfew
A constant state of emergency in effect.
The Lord of emotions has been present...
In my mind he has had his seat.
For a long time now he rules within
my mind that is but an abattoir...
Where screams are in an act of coitus
And through their mating Silence is born...
And again there is mating which kills Silence
And once again, post coitus, Silence is born
The Lord of emotions speaks to me
And I pretend not to hear.
I do not listen to what he says,
But we have to hear it thorough.
What he says is heard by all,
but listened by some... who live in me.
And his word is followed word by word.
The Lord of emotions keeps me contained.
I might have become even a hero.
He rules that we don't talk to each other.
That we are different and he is the lord.
He leaves me always with an after taste...
That is bitter and everlasting.
I extend my hands full of hatred,
but the Lord renders them impotent...
I extend my hands full of love,
and there I recoil seeing his orders
Painted with red on the walls of the abattoir
with a heading “For your eyes only”.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
PLATFORMS
Moving at a maddening speed
Trying to look at passers by
Who were being ripped away from windows
Nothingness to nothingness, blanks to blanks
And the last time that we met...
We didn't even realize that
It was the last time that we met
-Rishiraj
Trying to look at passers by
Who were being ripped away from windows
Nothingness to nothingness, blanks to blanks
And the last time that we met...
We didn't even realize that
It was the last time that we met
-Rishiraj
HOME
Aah my home... engulfed in flames...
If only a bit I could care...
It could never really become mine...
Or I was never from there.
-Rishiraj
If only a bit I could care...
It could never really become mine...
Or I was never from there.
-Rishiraj
CASI NADA
No te recuerdo bien...
He bebido mucho
He bebido y ya no...
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me enviaste
En los que me decías...
que la quisiera...
o que por lo menos la cuidara
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me envió ella
En los que me decía...
que te ibas
que se encontraba sola
muy sola
Recuerdo poco...
Y si recuerdo bien
Les prometí algo...
Algo que si recuerdo bien...
Cumplo cada momento de mi vida
Pero la verdad es que no recuerdo bien
Es que he bebido mucho...
Y no recuerdo casi nada
sólo el humo de tabaco
casi nada...
-Rishiraj
He bebido mucho
He bebido y ya no...
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me enviaste
En los que me decías...
que la quisiera...
o que por lo menos la cuidara
Recuerdo sólo unos mensajes
los mensajes que me envió ella
En los que me decía...
que te ibas
que se encontraba sola
muy sola
Recuerdo poco...
Y si recuerdo bien
Les prometí algo...
Algo que si recuerdo bien...
Cumplo cada momento de mi vida
Pero la verdad es que no recuerdo bien
Es que he bebido mucho...
Y no recuerdo casi nada
sólo el humo de tabaco
casi nada...
-Rishiraj
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