Submissions by mmsiraj
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
things are not what they seem nor are they otherwise. I really don't know what I mean by that.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 12:06pm
22nd Feb 2015 12:06pm
second coming
here i am, back where it all began, a beggar with snot in my nose and scales on my ass, with my teeth rotting and matted hair with the stink of death that clings to me like burning flesh and my eyes like charcoal and bones under the skin like loose stones in a paper bag and my scarred heart under cracked ribs, the wound by my side hurts something fierce, and water in my veins and broken feet and twisted hands, broken fingers and my penis sharp and stiff and as dead as nails, and my ears ringing with the sound of thunder and of flesh giving away like maidenheads, and the grating of iron on...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2015 12:02pm
22nd Feb 2015 12:02pm
dark night of the dying year
we will speak of it, you and I, empty handed brothers of the bleeding heart on this dark night of the dying year, as they gather around in your name, washed in the blood of the lamb to suck the marrow from your bone and drink your blood like wine and dance circles around the cross of your despair, where alleluias ring and dead men growl, dying to be born again and the horn and the hoof shall rule in your name. we will speak out though they tear out our tongues by the root and stop our mouths with their cocks, teeth marks on the breast, foot in the crotch and death and breath that would sour...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2015 1:30am
22nd Feb 2015 1:30am
the road to calvary
when i got high i decided to take a trip to a town called nazareth and see what my good friend jesus was up to. he sure had a lot on his hands. he was getting ready for the crucifixion. “ it’s not much fun.” he said. we were perched up on the hills of golgotha. “ they all want me dead so that they could live. what a load of crap.” jesus was a nice guy. he let himself be used by all and sundry including his father. i remember the first meeting. i must have been sixteen or so. they said i could find jesus in the bible. but he wasn’t there. i looked under the stone. i cleft the wood. he wasn’t...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2015 1:25am
22nd Feb 2015 1:25am
taking reality to the cleaners
reality sucks. its snort in the nose, smelly armpits and shit stripes on your sheets. its hemorrhoids that act up and antacid pills. its falling hair and bones that creak. it’s the pain in your head that hurts something fierce. it’s nerves struck up tight like a trip wire. it’s going around in circles with a whopper of a hard on. reality. i don’t need that mother no more. fact is, i live in a world where reality can be a pain in the butt. i think my mind is going which is the only saving grace. most often i am not what i am. i am holden caulfield stuck in a world of phonies, i am jack kerouac...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 12:56pm
21st Feb 2015 12:56pm
lover
she, witch in her ways
tuned to the moon
and the sea
this night
in the pale moonlight
as the air bristles
like a roused cat
she will shed her skin
she will show you
the raw pulp
of her heart
give you the stone
that is lodged in her throat
and take from you
a bone to gnaw on
she will give you the fire
that lights up her eyes
teach you to bark
at the moon
and the gift of blood
that flows with the tide.
tuned to the moon
and the sea
this night
in the pale moonlight
as the air bristles
like a roused cat
she will shed her skin
she will show you
the raw pulp
of her heart
give you the stone
that is lodged in her throat
and take from you
a bone to gnaw on
she will give you the fire
that lights up her eyes
teach you to bark
at the moon
and the gift of blood
that flows with the tide.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 12:37pm
21st Feb 2015 12:37pm
milk of human kindness
breasts hold me in thrall
i sit and look at them long and hard
i have held them in my hands
they carry the weight of the world
i have wrapped my lips around them,
felt the heat in my loins
life giver, a thing of joy, sustainer
draw forth the milk of human kindness,
suckle, she held you to her breasts,
withheld nothing
it is what holds us together
mother and son
mother and daughter
friend and lover
even a stranger
there is no wedge
that can drive us apart
breasts, you see a cleavage
an engorged nipple
it is life...
i sit and look at them long and hard
i have held them in my hands
they carry the weight of the world
i have wrapped my lips around them,
felt the heat in my loins
life giver, a thing of joy, sustainer
draw forth the milk of human kindness,
suckle, she held you to her breasts,
withheld nothing
it is what holds us together
mother and son
mother and daughter
friend and lover
even a stranger
there is no wedge
that can drive us apart
breasts, you see a cleavage
an engorged nipple
it is life...
#women
#humankind
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Feb 2015 4:51am
21st Feb 2015 4:51am
Testament
i work with words
i have my being there
i breathe in words
spew our poems by the score
in the privacy of my mind
words go rambling down the streets
or sneak up behind me
and raps me on the skull
yesterday, a brutish, lout of a word
left teeth marks on my butt
but truth, i love them little rascals
they are easy to live with, yes
for no reason i think of hobbits
with flurry feet shanghaied into adventure
when i am with you
i almost choke to death
fish-bone word struck in my throat
or when i need them the most
they...
i have my being there
i breathe in words
spew our poems by the score
in the privacy of my mind
words go rambling down the streets
or sneak up behind me
and raps me on the skull
yesterday, a brutish, lout of a word
left teeth marks on my butt
but truth, i love them little rascals
they are easy to live with, yes
for no reason i think of hobbits
with flurry feet shanghaied into adventure
when i am with you
i almost choke to death
fish-bone word struck in my throat
or when i need them the most
they...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 5:17pm
20th Feb 2015 5:17pm
The nature of the beast
our minds don’t stand to reason
we dance to the beat
of a different drum
we know what we do
has heavenly sanction
it’s not by chance
we pick on you
it’s the season
of the kill
there is nothing
we can do
you call us names
it makes no difference
we are simple people
we love our children
treat our wives kind
when it’s time to die
we die
but not alone.
we dance to the beat
of a different drum
we know what we do
has heavenly sanction
it’s not by chance
we pick on you
it’s the season
of the kill
there is nothing
we can do
you call us names
it makes no difference
we are simple people
we love our children
treat our wives kind
when it’s time to die
we die
but not alone.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2015 5:09pm
20th Feb 2015 5:09pm
Alcohol
fuel.
drives you into oblivion,
get even with a world
that gives doodle shit
about who you are.
alcohol.
there is a hole
where my heart is.
alcohol.
haul me over the coals.
one more shot
and i am done.
reality. don't mean nothing.
alcohol.
go whole hog.
pour it down your throat.
someone almost bought the farm.
no harm done.
one more.
one more.
one more.
alcohol.
no more
drives you into oblivion,
get even with a world
that gives doodle shit
about who you are.
alcohol.
there is a hole
where my heart is.
alcohol.
haul me over the coals.
one more shot
and i am done.
reality. don't mean nothing.
alcohol.
go whole hog.
pour it down your throat.
someone almost bought the farm.
no harm done.
one more.
one more.
one more.
alcohol.
no more
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