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More Jim Morrison

A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his pard, a plie,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years

weird deep musings

Looks like i've finally given in to random philoso-religious musings. oh well. here's the result.
"So you have the reincarnation thing that I believe in right now. It fills in a lot of gaps that Islam leaves out. And I’m still proud of Islam because it makes me feel so good. But the guilt feeling that I used to have is gone. I think people spend all their lives trying to answer this question. Some people never know, some may find out, some give up their lives and pursue the answers to this question. If the prophets were born again, wouldn’t they have the same power? Or maybe they do. Maybe we’re all one and all that. Ok. But much better enlightened versions. How can – one bit teaching another bit based on… but how does everything end? With universal realization or how? Will it be supernatural phenomenons that suddenly plague the world, or everyone calmly walking into bliss. And if someone’s lesson is not complete, then doesn’t it stand to reason that they will have to be born again – will they be born again on another world? Is that eternal hell? Eternal until you learn your lesson? Wow. Weird deep musings.
So what’s the answer? And spirits? Where do they fit into the picture? Where’s the organization? And who’s going to create it? Who will take us out of what looks like eternal hell? And possessed people? And demons, and myths and serpents and beliefs and dragons and gods and goddesses and beliefs and beliefs and beliefs.
Is the universe smart enough to make sense out of everyone’s beliefs? How? Smelly hanuman disappearing in broad moonlight? Crazy. Everything comes true? Everyone’s beliefs are shown to be – beliefs fuelled by further belief and therefore it gathers its own strength and makes it come true for you. In between everything you believe, you will get what was written for you coinciding with what was written for everyone else, and when something happens, it should have happened, therefore its good that it happened. So don’t be afraid to take decisions – because stuff keeps happening all the time, and if you don’t decide then you get left out. Take active part in every kind of decision.
And will the end supply the answer? The answer to beliefs and the answer to existence. And when that answer comes, we will merge and become one."

about a monkey called kapish

you remember the tinkle monkey with the long tail? kapish, apparently, he was called. weird name, eh? it just struck me now. never thought of it before, when i was just too engrossed in the heroic heroism of the monkey with the long tail.
i thought it sounded like something that's suddenly disappered - like "kapish! and it was gone!" but you can't name a monkey kapish unless he was some thief of random suitcases. you know, you turned around and "kapish! it was gone!" so i typed 'kapish' on google search.
you'll never guess what i found - kapish means "ya smell me?" or "ya feel me?". kinky, no? if you were to name an animal "ya feel me?" just think about the long tail... brr.
finally, though, i found out it was named after lord hanuman. phew! that explains the long tail decently too!

The Well

Soothe me.

Tell me the well is not deep and full of fire.

Then push me in and walk away.

With love that broke my heart.

The coin

The coin does the circles, and finishes in your lap.

Cockroach

If I can make you die just one day earlier,

I'll be happy.

Missing you haiku

The car’s waiting in first gear

I’m looking at the empty seat beside me

And wishing you were here

becoming a politician

wrung my heart in distress for what you were putting them through

pulled it through the hollow, bared it, to see what it could do

and then, when it all came down to you,

you took my heart out and threw it away

and now we're one.

Drugs

It started as a threat. I turned around and there he was, standing against the sunlight, smirking as if he knew what my future held. i looked away as fear twitched, aware of the burn of his gaze on my back - a living, breathing thing writhing on my neck and shoulders with the weight of a thousand suns. i knew he would return.

he didn't go. he followed me as i got off and walked stiffly, with trembling limbs. i had to get away, but i knew i still had hope. as long as i stayed calm, as long as i stayed in the light, there was nothing he could do, except follow, and smirk, and hope that i slipped. and out there, the light looked like it would last forever. like i had nothing to fear.

but the weight grew heavier. i could feel his eyes on me as he followed relentlessly, patiently, waiting for me to trip. and i lost my head, and ran.

i ran, with my bags banging against my legs, slowing me down. he lowered his head like a minotaur and charged right at me. i ran, crying, dropped my load - didn't need it anymore. i ran, away from the crowd, away from hope, looking for a dark corner to sleep while i waited.

i knew he'd find me. dark corners were where he wanted me. i ran and turned away from the crowd, thinning out behind me, getting lost with the sun. i ran into the darkness, and i could see him keeping up with a lazy trot and a triumphant smile.

as the crowd got lost and the noise dimmed down, i gasped and retched and hobbled. as the sun went down and the darkness opened up, i ran readily into its embrace, only to escape what i knew would catch up.

he did, with insolent, mocking ease. he walked into the darkness that was his comfort and lair and touched me as i still ran.

and i dropped to my knees in the dark and felt the slime powerfully on my sweaty skin. i picked it up like a long-lost friend, like the only last hope i had. his hand moved on my shoulder, a living, breathing animal like his gaze in the sunlight, but wet with traitorous slime.

i dreamt of days long-forgotten, out there in the light.

days that hadn't seen him, when the light had seemed so obvious. how had i not noticed? why did i not grab fistfuls of light and life while i could still live it? in that dark abyss, with slime crawling over me, i lost my chance. in that dark abyss, with him enveloping me, the dreams got rubbed, cruelly.

A Special Love Story

I can see his slim body, bordering on thin
walking beside, noticing, trying not to directly, me.
we're walking together, like twin souls
about to be brought together from across the worlds.
neither of us says a word,
but the unsaid's easier heard;
as he starts walking faster, like this is a race,
I break my stroll and hurry up to keep pace.
until i realise i'm not just trying to walk beside,
but get ahead - just like he tried.
we're walking, together still, but sweating beneath the strain
of trying to get ahead, and stay in line, and get ahead again.
he lets out a little gasp, but he's smiling now,
and i'm smiling too as we walk together with no one in tow.
who would've thought that two souls ever could
love each other like i knew we would?
with neither in front and none behind
with no slowing down, and no being left behind

this would be the perfect example of perfect love
lifetimes spent fighting , and still supporting each other.
we're still walking now, but our paces have slowed,
together, and our hands touch and meet as we remember
lifetimes of having fought and supported and infinitely loved.

When we can’t meet...

I’ve a little place that I go to, every time I think of you and we can’t meet. It’s a little pink world lover’s inhabit and I want this world to be a part of you too, like it is a part of me. So close your eyes, and think of me and you’ll see it. And I’ll be waiting there, in the garden of our dreams. We will meet there, and go walking among the dewy grass. And there will just be you and me. Under the sky. Walking hand-in-hand, talking about absolutely anything under that beautiful golden sun that’s shining only for us. We will talk about aeons to spend together, hand-in-hand, in our own little pink world. And time will stop for us. And there will be magic. It will envelope us like a thousand stars coming together, spinning our relationship into gold. And we will never part. And that’s a promise.