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ALL-MY-TEE
I love music
I love a million men
dancing to my name
high on serotonin
and euphoric devotion
(I am cold blooded)
My suffering is
your toast
I am that skeletal street cow
and that flourishing banyan tree
I am the small basil
on the neighborhood entrance
I am the book covered
in the bright synthetic cover
I am the dogma
I am enigma
I am the wounds
with oozing orange serum
I am the stigmata
I am the grown beard
I am the high
(and the high flying flag)
I am the majestic chariot
I am the lone walker-
barefoot (with two drums)
I am the bright sun
and the brighter light
I am YOU
I am a carpenter
I am a preacher
I am a healer
I am a madman-
smoker
I am a saint
I am a conspirator
I am a phallus
I am a naked man
with composure
I am the holy fire
and the holier grail
I am stone and wood
(I am the one stoned on weed)
I am one and millions
I am he-she-it
I have no arms
and yet thousands of hands
I am beauty and ferocity
I am calm and fiery
I am multidimensional
I am ethereal
I am unreal
and the most real
I am omnipresent
I am eternal
I am Kubrick’s neurosis
I am Allen’s loyal opposition
I am Vivekananda’s find
I am Nehru’s missing link
I am Gandhi’s guiding star
I am Coelho’s orgasm
I am Cohen’s realism
I am Harrison’s tear soaked strings
(Match me in glamour and fame now)
I am everyone’s everything
I am Zeitgeist.
I am Lavey’s nemesis.
I am Bosch’s triptych
I am Blake’s blood
I am the island-the ocean-the bridge
I am primordial and modern
I am wood-metal-silken
soft skin-slate-ice-haze
I have a hundred heads
I have no limbs
I bleed-I drink-I steal
I am the graffiti
around the glory hole
I am street slang
I am the cross
I am the mosque
I am the chant.
Om
I am the feet touching
the burning coal
I am the dried tongue
and the empty stomach
I am the cold water drops
on the baby’s head
I am the calm
and the closed eyes
I am the Chakra
at the back of your head
I am the endless tunnel
with bright flashes
I am the aurora
the supernova
I am the cobra
guiding the universe
I am the million camphor stick
I am the choral crescendo
I am the high notes of the cymbals
I am the frenzied regular drum beats
I am the
tear drops
wails
embraces
smiles
I am the ever blooming nebula
I am the candle.
I am the fire.
I am the fragrance.
Formless-Ageless-Nameless.
I am your regular neighborhood
I am your rosary or
may be the small silver cross
or maybe the sandalwood paste
The moisture in your eye
I am physical and
metaphysical
I am endless.
I am the beginning.
The end.
Published 8th Jan 2012
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8th Jan 2012 10:06pm
and all. Tangible and intangible. As usual Lightbringer, the words are yours to pleat.
9th Jan 2012 2:48pm
12th Jan 2012 9:29pm
Summit:)
So i usually choose my favourite line as the subject but there were too many i couldnt choose.
i noticed you didnt say "i am everything" -- i guess a bit cliche.
Anyway, love your observation/perception, the references are befitting as well.
[rubixcube]
So i usually choose my favourite line as the subject but there were too many i couldnt choose.
i noticed you didnt say "i am everything" -- i guess a bit cliche.
Anyway, love your observation/perception, the references are befitting as well.
[rubixcube]
12th Jan 2012 9:59pm
Rubix
Thanks for the read.
It makes me happy that
there were lines and
references you liked.
'I am everything' is a
cliche of a cliche. It
is innate and it's there
somewhere in between the
lines.
Thank you for the list.
Curtsy,
S'
Thanks for the read.
It makes me happy that
there were lines and
references you liked.
'I am everything' is a
cliche of a cliche. It
is innate and it's there
somewhere in between the
lines.
Thank you for the list.
Curtsy,
S'
