the rise of the Lankans

the rise of the Lankans

We didnt drift away to die like they wanted us to,
Stupid little islanders!
Trading coconuts and fish, they thought.
They cast us aside like a used condom.
They left our bones in the open like an eaten fish.
They were here to take over; to use and abuse.

Yet we did not fail!
We stood up against their onslaught and we protected that which was their main target,
Our pride.
We as Lankans stood forth and faced a common enemy,
We made them stand up and take notice
Of the pride that some little speck of an island's inhabitants could have..

And we were glorious in our victory!
Watching them recede like a wave recedes from the shore..
Yet we were still gripped in that energy of hate
And having no way to expend that energy,
We turned upon ourselves.

A chewing gum romance

She picked me up
She took me whole
She chewed me
Bathing me in her
Gloriously warm spittle,
Cuddling me under
The soft folds of her tongue
And admonishing me
With her sharp white teeth.
Then she spat me out.

shadows cast their hold on me
darkness enwrapped me in a cosmic grip
now the stars have faded away
as the black hole in my mind;
its grip has come to stay

The light is absorbed away
photon after photon
struggling in the grips
but gravity does not slip

windows open inward
and inward i look
where light is trapped
casting an aurora

an aurora on my dreams
painting them something;
romantic,
my hope becomes frantic

Love at slumbers door

Waiting for the last queen to fall,
Waiting for that siren call;
That tells the end of battle

Waiting for the rush to ebb away,
Waiting for the calmness to take away,
The seething musth inside;
Denying me paradise

Oh fair temptress please deny me,
Please turn away my silent plea,
For heartbreak is a trifle;
To the pain of possessing thee

We are but figures in a big paradigm,
We are but diggers in a grave of time,
We are certainly not complete;
But we loath to become free

We are paupers, ourselves, on mountains of gold,
We are but beggars but we have no bowl,
We expect the impossible;
And delude ourselves..

Now as my mind takes yet another leap,
And silence calls me to the solitude of sleep,
My escape route is here;
Slumber makes things clear

But before i go let me silently weep,
For a great love lost; a beauty i won't get to keep,
But some things are bigger;
And beauty sometimes is a perilous trigger

wheels

in siver alloys

gleaming

as i sit back and

feel, the leather.

i wave as i see

someone i know

yes im ballin' yo



there the day dream ended



but i followed it through



and im still paying the loan

The messed up cases

She didnt tell me that she liked her little boys. I wasnt angry cos i didnt hav a choice. Had i had a choice; i was too horny for her voice.

she was seducing me with a tiny little gleam, deep inside her dark brown eyes but to me it passed unseen, had i had a choice; i would have saved myself, had i wondered; wondered where she was taking me

never before had the waterfall stopped falling, never in history was the cliff top so unseen. And the sea goes on from horizon to horizon; i pass by in my black ship with sails torn and ripped to shreds.

disguised; protected beneath a veneer of broken flesh. Lest the siren see me once again and tempt me to her warm cold lonely breasts

on insanity and other daily phenomena

a time has come

for a serious confession
i think i am mad
or gettin there
but what is sanity?
but the madness of many?
what is madness
but the sanity of one?
what is i.?
or is i what?
it is nought
but fish guts

the rise of the Lankans

we didnt drift away to die like they wanted us to
stupid little islanders
trading coconuts and fish they thought
they cast us aside like a used condom
they left our bones in the open like an eaten fish
they were here to take over, to use, and abuse

yet we did not fail
we stood up against their onslaught and we protected that which was their main target
our pride
we as lankans stood forth and faced a common enemy
we made them stand up and take notice
of the pride that some little speck of an island's inhabitants could have

we were glorious in our victory
watching them recede like a wave recedes from the shore
yet we are still gripped in that energy of hate
with no way to expend that energy
so we turned upon ourselves