Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LIGHT
what is broken
here
who is limping,
bruised -
who is weary
who is sick of it
who wants out
who dreams of deserts,
of hot sand and rocks
and wells stretching to the core
for want of water,
who desires sun
above all else,
who dreams of basking
in Ra's sweet embrace,
craves heat and light
thinks of running
all the time,
of slipping away
despite the consequences
the repercussions
the inevitable outcomes,
who?
here
who is limping,
bruised -
who is weary
who is sick of it
who wants out
who dreams of deserts,
of hot sand and rocks
and wells stretching to the core
for want of water,
who desires sun
above all else,
who dreams of basking
in Ra's sweet embrace,
craves heat and light
thinks of running
all the time,
of slipping away
despite the consequences
the repercussions
the inevitable outcomes,
who?
#shadows
#despair
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FUNERAL
my spine bent
and rusty
as a pulled nail
this morning
and i'm too goddamn small
for this suit --
Linda says i'm too thin
and asks if i've been sick
and i say no, just sad,
so many friends
sick
demented
dying
dead
and jesus
what's wrong
with thin
look at these
fat fucks
and she
snickers,
takes my hand
and squeezes
and, god,
she is so kind
and so beautiful
and i just want to tell her
to squeeze the joy
out of every minute
of every goddamned day ...
and rusty
as a pulled nail
this morning
and i'm too goddamn small
for this suit --
Linda says i'm too thin
and asks if i've been sick
and i say no, just sad,
so many friends
sick
demented
dying
dead
and jesus
what's wrong
with thin
look at these
fat fucks
and she
snickers,
takes my hand
and squeezes
and, god,
she is so kind
and so beautiful
and i just want to tell her
to squeeze the joy
out of every minute
of every goddamned day ...
#death
#aging
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DOOM
we get tired
and that's all doom wants
is a little weariness
that we might lay
our sad old heads
in her bony lap
and let go
of the world
doesn't care
who loves us
or who we love
or what we owe
or what's owed to us
just wants us
tired
and weak
and ready
and then creeps in
to wrap her spindly arms
'round what aches inside
and lay her cold, pale skin
upon us
and take us on down
and that's all doom wants
is a little weariness
that we might lay
our sad old heads
in her bony lap
and let go
of the world
doesn't care
who loves us
or who we love
or what we owe
or what's owed to us
just wants us
tired
and weak
and ready
and then creeps in
to wrap her spindly arms
'round what aches inside
and lay her cold, pale skin
upon us
and take us on down
#death
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OUR GOOD LOVE
i love
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
#happiness
#love
#beauty #aging
#beauty #aging
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ARTIFACTS
all that money gone
for 286 ibm compatible
with four megabytes
of random access memory
rolodex
polaroid square shooter
freakin' eight track
boom box
olympus OM1
ford goddamn fiesta,
escort, ranger
smith corona with
self correcting ribbon
black & white analog TV
a thousand rolls of kodachrome
cassette tapes
beeper
answering machines
and dream on dream on dream
and then this woman
and that one
and houses
and goddamn...
for 286 ibm compatible
with four megabytes
of random access memory
rolodex
polaroid square shooter
freakin' eight track
boom box
olympus OM1
ford goddamn fiesta,
escort, ranger
smith corona with
self correcting ribbon
black & white analog TV
a thousand rolls of kodachrome
cassette tapes
beeper
answering machines
and dream on dream on dream
and then this woman
and that one
and houses
and goddamn...
#LifeCycle
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SHADOW LIFE
i am shadow
cast in fragile flesh
air,
then water
sun, then soil
one thing
then another
known, and not,
ducking behind a face
like my father's
scoundrel,
saint, and shaman
same as you
artist
dilettante
dust
free as wind, yet
bound to this
cast in fragile flesh
air,
then water
sun, then soil
one thing
then another
known, and not,
ducking behind a face
like my father's
scoundrel,
saint, and shaman
same as you
artist
dilettante
dust
free as wind, yet
bound to this
#SelfReflection
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HIGH AND LOW
this is what there is, my friend,
day to day from start to end
the shit is bound to hit the blade
and new get old, and brightness fade
it's joy and woe and bliss and strife
that we can all expect from life
endless bliss is just a pitch
you'll never live to catch that bitch
the midas touch, the perfect kiss
they come and go, it's hit and miss
and always when the seasons change
these flowers wilt and rearrange
yet just this truth can get one through
when things go bad, as things...
day to day from start to end
the shit is bound to hit the blade
and new get old, and brightness fade
it's joy and woe and bliss and strife
that we can all expect from life
endless bliss is just a pitch
you'll never live to catch that bitch
the midas touch, the perfect kiss
they come and go, it's hit and miss
and always when the seasons change
these flowers wilt and rearrange
yet just this truth can get one through
when things go bad, as things...
#happiness
#philosophical
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BAD ADVICE
some go for beer
or whiskey's shine
but some just think
it more refined
to sip a glass
or two a day
of merlot, port,
or chardonnay
dry or sweet
and on the rocks
by the bottle
or the box
wine can fuel
the poet's pen,
quell the critic's
voice within
and set the writer's
spirit free
to bumble through
a verse or three
just tip the glass
on those long nights
when you settle
down to write,
relax and let
the muses play,
hear what bacchus
has to say ...
or whiskey's shine
but some just think
it more refined
to sip a glass
or two a day
of merlot, port,
or chardonnay
dry or sweet
and on the rocks
by the bottle
or the box
wine can fuel
the poet's pen,
quell the critic's
voice within
and set the writer's
spirit free
to bumble through
a verse or three
just tip the glass
on those long nights
when you settle
down to write,
relax and let
the muses play,
hear what bacchus
has to say ...
#alcohol
#LifeAsAWriter
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HOPE
the good soul
dreams
a bright blue
heaven
locked behind
glistening gates,
the faces
of those it
loved
transformed,
glorious,
holy,
yet just as it
remembers
trapped in
mongrel's flesh --
a random
coincidence
of genes --
it does its penance
and pleads the gods
for mercy,
but seldom
sees it
still,
it carries on,
keeps
the faith,
and hopes
what else
can it do?
dreams
a bright blue
heaven
locked behind
glistening gates,
the faces
of those it
loved
transformed,
glorious,
holy,
yet just as it
remembers
trapped in
mongrel's flesh --
a random
coincidence
of genes --
it does its penance
and pleads the gods
for mercy,
but seldom
sees it
still,
it carries on,
keeps
the faith,
and hopes
what else
can it do?
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
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BEAUTIFUL ARROGANT ASSHOLE
Buk was a poet
who could write a
goddamn novel
better 'n' any
fuckin' poem
and make you laugh
and let you dream
and make you think
maybe you could
break out of that
mind numbing
soul crushing
nine to five
kowtowing
kiss ass bullshit
and actually be
something
do something
make something
write something
instead of just shoveling shit
day after day after
miserable goddamned day
Buk'll
make you sit down
at the keyboard
and try ...
who could write a
goddamn novel
better 'n' any
fuckin' poem
and make you laugh
and let you dream
and make you think
maybe you could
break out of that
mind numbing
soul crushing
nine to five
kowtowing
kiss ass bullshit
and actually be
something
do something
make something
write something
instead of just shoveling shit
day after day after
miserable goddamned day
Buk'll
make you sit down
at the keyboard
and try ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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BOMB
the shock
embeds itself
in the skin
the heart
the bones
the brain
so that every fiber
waits for the trigger,
and even
aging bones know
years after
the fact
and that bomb
only dozes --
restless,
volatile,
its reaction
visceral,
a toxic mist
rising
through layer
on layer,
seeping through
the meninges,
enveloping
the mind
embeds itself
in the skin
the heart
the bones
the brain
so that every fiber
waits for the trigger,
and even
aging bones know
years after
the fact
and that bomb
only dozes --
restless,
volatile,
its reaction
visceral,
a toxic mist
rising
through layer
on layer,
seeping through
the meninges,
enveloping
the mind
#PTSD
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BOX
i live inside a tiny box
neither tall nor wide
and shake the chains that keep me in
and push against its sides
and when i finally break me loose
to breathe sweet freedom's air
i stand inside a bigger box
with no way out of there
i've lived inside these boxes
which i've slammed with bleeding fists
and wondered at what wise men say --
that boxes don't exist
they say these things are constructs
made of eyes and minds
that see life in a certain way
and put you in a bind
and freedom is a man's domain ...
neither tall nor wide
and shake the chains that keep me in
and push against its sides
and when i finally break me loose
to breathe sweet freedom's air
i stand inside a bigger box
with no way out of there
i've lived inside these boxes
which i've slammed with bleeding fists
and wondered at what wise men say --
that boxes don't exist
they say these things are constructs
made of eyes and minds
that see life in a certain way
and put you in a bind
and freedom is a man's domain ...
#TruthOfLife
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