Particular Moments

More Stars than There are
November 21, 2013

Talk To Get By

I am doomed to not know the Silence

That I desperately need to find—

Even in this strangely isolated, luxurious place,

There rings an irreducible noise in my head—

 

Which for most of the time,

Hums like a muffler,

Drowning out all the fine things

That could be otherwise verbalized.

 

But every now and then,

This Droning would up itself several notches,

And become various buzzings of the uttermost

Jarring and painful kind—

 

Rendering me handicapped,

So that I should Speak peculiar, alien sounds—

 

Impaired to divulge;

Failing miserably to even identify

What was it

That I originally intended to clarify.

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October 15, 2013

Copycat

Is Love so serious,

The more we think,

The less we know?

 

Is Love mysterious—

Holding tight

When we should let go. 

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October 6, 2013

Easy Come, Easy Go

It’s early afternoon;

Gentle sun and silky breeze.

 

The leaves flutter and

The branches sway, 

Together leaving patches

Of shifting, speckled shades 

On the pebbled ways. 

 

Sitting on a bench

In the midst of it all—

Friday’s concluding outflow,

Never too different 

From its morning influx—

He wondered

If they were just a big,

Unwary herd after all. 

 

Jazz, Jazz—

All that Jazz.

 

She leaned back and

Watched the daily round,

Where certitude lies

Forever long. 

 

 

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September 20, 2013

“It’s Free” Rain

And then came the deluge–following an endless brooding–and everything was once again, alright. The past two months of suffocating and over-baked habitat of this town had received its reprieve, and became livable.

But what’s home? Everywhere and Nowhere–there are those who are obliged to constantly endure, adapt, and overcome the unfavorable. And this so called harbor of discomfort in the eyes of the pampered, by comparison, suffices far more than what’s required of a safe haven for the less fortunate. 

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September 10, 2013

The Institution

Brown tiles and tanned walls—

Seats and sculptures in shades of gray—

The institution sits

On heavy, concrete bricks.

 

Full of rigid corners and

Filtrate air—

That which so asphyxiates,

 

The institutions build

Big, burial grounds

Over Intellects.

 

 

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July 25, 2013

Dying A Worthless

If I were to Perish today—

Dropping Dead

Like a gassed lab rat,

Falling over without performing

Its last act of a Pirouette—

I’d love for no one to care.

 

Dare say I hitherto disappear—

Pulverized to bits,

Like a factory farm swine

Unsuspectingly churned into batches

Down the meat grind—

I’d beg the worms

To rapidly fill up

On my remains.

 

Suppose I promptly begin to wither—

Disabled and helpless,

Like a sinking Horse

In the Quicksand—

I’d hope none is near.

 

How pressing must it be,

To be rescued and

Given living refuge,

Only to reveal

That I am nobody Dear?

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Video | July 6, 2013

Pain Killer

Infectious Ambience

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June 21, 2013

Don’t You Like It in The Deep Blue?

                                             I’m just Sick to death of

                                             Second Best, Pet!

                                            Why should the Mornings

                                            Find you so Unimpressed?

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June 20, 2013

Magis Stellis

What is past is prologue–

Yes, subsequent to the slow drift-away and eventual (and total) negligence of the previous online musing outlet, after what must have been an eternity (a year), I finally decided that it was crucial that I set out for another writing establishment in the great soup of the vast web.

So here it is, Vermis Meridiem–and some lyrics I just had the privilege of listening to:

                                Feeling the past moving in–

                                Letting a new day begin.

                                Hold on to the time that you know;

                                You don’t have to move on to let go.

 

                                Add to the memory that you keep,

                                By remembering when you fall asleep.

                                Hold on to the love that you know;

                                You don’t have to give up to let go.

 

                                Remember turning on the night,

                                And moving through the morning light.

                                Remember how it was with you–

                                I remember how you made me cool.

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