Oh beautiful child
How foolish you’ve been
To capture the eye of the
Older than ages, and cold is he
Whose eyes have seen more than eternity
His inhuman beauty is flawed so they say
When he walks through the forests of winter by day,
The screams of his victim's
His pleasure, their torment
His nature... depraved
Yet your heart beat came quick
When he glanced in your way
Just to dance in those arms at the
Refuse and deliver
Your life in your hands
He will not release you
By will or by chance
And now he draws nearer
You step forwards, entranced
Now and forever
Safeguard your soul, or hurl it away
Relinquish the longing that lead you astray
Your cheeks they are flushed
I begin to think now you forever shall stay
Here in his kingdom
And under his sway
Entrapped by incaution
And forever enslaved
In the Court of his Winter
To the end of all days
So here I am, I'm looking for someone. Do you know me, could you know me? Cause sometimes I feel like I'm here all by myself and the bruises they kill me from kisses that stole my heart, I'm lost in the shadows lost inside my heart. Could you bury me would you marry me sir? And I, I don't think I know you, don't think I ever will, cause the memories kill me, the love that once thrilled me. And here I'm writing about kisses that stole my heart. But the pain inside of me damn nearly killed me, I'm lucky that I'm still me. I said girl will you marry me? I'm just a lost soul looking for something. Something to move me, like the wind that shook my tree. I tried to hold her, tried to be bold for us, but she's just a memory locked down inside of my heart. I still wear your wedding ring. I'm waiting for something. And all this pain it damn nearly killed me. Now I'm rolling looking for something. In the house of the man I'm trying to love. But the pain thats inside of him, like the pain thats inside of me. And each night I'm crying cause I feel that everyday he lies. I said I loved you before I saw that your haven't changed and I'm still the damn same singing my sad songs of lovers and friends once passed. I'm waiting for something waiting for someone to reach out and hold my hand. Cause I'm just a fucked up girl with a half assed plan. But all of you that have passed now that I still love you and If I could I'd still reach out and hold your hand. But your just a memory and I'm just a girl that feels. So tell me goodbye as I move on with my life. But know I love you, I still love you, Lord knows I always will.
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two feet balancing
fingers around the body
trailing four green wheels behind
pebble sized dangers bullet out below
it's reminders of the past
sharing laughs about the past
considering worries about the past
forgiving and cherishing what has past
responsibilities prior to it's better than sex
melted fudge chocolate brownie and ice cream
candle lit bar sits a stranger at the end
and everything, the air, is delicious
pirate a pal's pedicab
picking plank while boarding
traveling back in time winding
arriving at the furthermost point
to find the friend worth holding onto
breaking into the bar
catwalk the white picket
climb the beam
gingerly support on platform
foot up a flimsy plate
and sit where the two roofs meet
im jumping down to deck on the otherside surprise
and walking to the wooden stool against the stage
listen to paul sing 'you're too far away to hold'
i grab the logo stamped plastic cup as my trophy
troop out the front tell the gaurds 'remember me'
we meet and reach out the street for drinks
a stranger with my name tattooed to his arm
matches with a name number hooking this fish
learn more about strangers on the bar scene
crushing quarters yellow dots pacman machine
bottled water for free
fed two slices of a star
the fruit is appleyy tart
stay for the conversation
tasting tater-tot throw up
foreign language met music
horny people keep dancing
rolling up and down knees
stylin like fire spinning
teaching movement of mind
friend is trying learning
a pack of punks
the best of key west
roll down duval street
plywood exposed to sky
long deck a snake sketch
there's a race on the way
after i finalize my sing
whistling four morning
orange and blues
lampposts and moons
mentally used to seeing speed
cement trembling below me
im an earthquake baby
pounding harmony beat
recorded rare songs
like a bunny sucked under a treadmill he's down
a general for taking such a beating and regaining
look there is your paradise!
thinking about yellow machines often leaving keys
inside the 24hour convenient beer and cigarettes
with green painted siding and everything finding
its way to the counter cause he drunk and buying
belgian blend, glass bottles and aluminum
fifty dollars for the consuming
shorting traffic one lane on the way back
four left and absent the truth
where is the truth
in our minds
watching the ravine.
waning the moon.
in all good.
thoughts hold silent
nights filled freedom
this is the closest
i've gotten to living
soldier to the sunrise
with my body
exploring the feeling
floats in bubbles
away from me
with webbed hands
scanning the jellies
the minefield will explode
if they sense what im humming
its 6in the morning
a palm tree angled against me
grass feet and wind whisperin
watching venus flap its wings
like a stellar angel flying..
Shaken but not down
Pale souls seek personal caves,
for today is the day of sun.
A Saturday crowd is on their
way to shake off a memory.
They have come home early.
Now at the parks, paths, malls, movies
and wherever their family
has asked they are playing. With the kids.
With the life. With the thoughts. With the
locks of their love. Now they know how
transitory life is. Specially
as the sound of the Friday bomb
is still ringing in the country.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
A green pasture. A sheaf of harvest is on
her head, balanced in the way you know. A
lock of coarse hair, boisterous and light brown
obstructing her eyes. Seen her through a glass,
a moving window of a train,
fast disappearing backwards.
Beyond recognition, beyond care.
A vow to comeback to these verdant paddocks
as if a promised land has just been found.
The destination is a city.
At night the avenues, roads and street
throb with light. Electricity.
A small veranda overlooks them all.
The stale memory sneaks in.
A promised land is there always.
A harvest to be touched firsthand.