There in the valley
There is the valley
only one I know of

and

reading your version
will make me drown
in that valley of no return
where one has been

will you tape me up to your wall?
you ripped down all of the papers that were there
and I wasn't sure if you were angry or relieved
I can't tell if your head is on straight
are there two of me?
how many hearts am I holding out to you?
I can't talk on the phone anymore.
I can't help you from here.
just push the cork in tighter
let the bad things rust and waste away
you are stronger than the steel and
words are sharper than the metal

Eyes snap awake in strange dark room
skin covered with a stale cold sweat
whose stench spreads in a rancid plume
among the bedclothes soaking wet

Closed window admits clear moon light
confirming I don't know where the hell I am
Or who is sleeping to my right
it surely isn't my wife Pam

i try to clear my mind's morass
by both slapping and shaking my head
which fails to align my compass
i slowly sit up in the bed

The world is round
and spinning,
round and round
and tilting
at an awkward angle.

Retching over the side
while watching good mates
take the blue,

a wave comes crashing,
storms start calling,
and then,

the world is flat
and uninspiring;
hot and humid
in the doldrums.

Afternoons
are long and weary
and the night
brings no respite.

Naught is felt
of wind and rain;
this silence will
drive us insane.

MI RICORDO
[I REMEMBER ]

a gray silence fell on the House
pale faces in black dresses
moved in slow motion
across the kitchen floor
like robots doing daily chores
no word was spoken
one voice was missing
one seat was empty
one House was broken

It creeps,
The slow caress.
Fingers.
The false dark deads the hands.
The cold.

It fades,
The light draws a shadow
Voices become whispers
The soul's mind to eternity
I am.
I am no more.

His hand grips firm
My name murmered
in the stilling silence
The turmoil quiets
The icey chasm opens
The last beat
Entombed in the silent Void.

Neha 2013/08/18

Come forth bow
down in repentance
Forgiveness is given
for your resistance

Forsake me no more
by devotion creating
this shadow
Degrading explosion

Revolting acts led by
the sickness of greed but
to succeed, please believe, he
with faith in Our Father
shall achieve

Why was I given life?
I live with the sin
I will be given no apologies from those who offend
I am a container.
a vessel of blank.
The music is dark and so is my soul
I am not given light. I do not credit the ones who show mercy.
I am evil. I am nothing.
Good for those who dwell.
Why do I continue to live?
Everything is void.
Everything.

Sparkling wine;
ruby red fine.
The sunsets, two silhouettes,
moving into the power of love.

No pretenses
waking senses.
Desire, boom on fire,
sinking into the light of your eyes.

Sensual clicks,
exhaling mix.
Body flow, let myself go,
melting into the texture of you.

Tantric sex

Tantric sex
is sex-static
as it is fun-static
tantric teachings
6000 years away
is what foreplay
teaches us today

start today
but sex tomorrow
like elephants do
they take years two
then splash it all-in
liters full
in just a moment