Saturday, December 29, 2012

St. Saturday


i Was Once Like Ye;
Here's Hopin' you Don't Grow Up To Be Like Me,
The Time of the Gypsies Long Gone,
And Nowadays-
They Even Lock Up Soulful Hobos

Sat Plan


Gotta Get Dressed Warmly;
Gotta Go To The Butcher's, Ask Him For Shattered Bones Well Battered,
Gotta Feed The Dogs of Vanity,
Walk Into Worldly Offices-
Solemnly,
And Ease The Ice,
'Till We All Realize-
Laughter Is The Best Medicine,
And Taking It Easy The Bestest Side-Effects-
Now Lets Hohoho

i Like This Wintry Frozen Chilled Out Chills;
Keeps Me Occupied-
In One Place

Mr K of the Big D


i Slurp And Gulp in Various Poison;
Some of Them You Gotta Eat,
Others Just Smoke In-
And You Gotta Hear Your Healthy Mate's Turned Real Ill;
Mr Karma of the Dharma-
i'm Beginning to Doubt-
That You're a Sadistic Troubadour Playing Parody;
And Irony,
With Large Doses of Sarcasm.
But,
i'm Laughing With Ya ;)

Sun Sets;
i Reset-
And Warn Today of the Mess i'm Gonna Make to Mr Friday;
And Saturday,
Well, Its Sunday Now. Even Jevovah Took a Break



TGiF
The Banker Called;
Said i'd Not Paid My Dues,
"Didn't i?"
"No You Didn't"
"Well Remind Me"
:OK He Said-
Now We Battle Monday-!
ThankGodItsFriday!

The Genius in me just Disappeared;
Together With a Clever Line-
That i'd Just Remembered,
Now Forgotten!
Probably Floating With The Ether-
Now Bad Either

i Was Always Like This,
i Had No Choice,
i Was Born With The Proverbial Boon in My Voice,
And a Mind That Architects,
Blowing All Away-
Including The Song of the wind - Coming soon

Chord Struck Stringed Recitals;
a Hollow Guitar is The Soundtrack,
And Rambling Thoughts The Lyrics-
With Me as a Singer,
You Been Warned!

Gelling Greetings;
That Breaks Down Bars And Cells,
We Sat Across Each Other, Marveled at the Decor;
Then Asked "How Yu Doin'?"
"Fine"
"And You?"
"Good"
You See... Communication Is Just a Way of Saying "i Acknowledge Thee"
Returning Back to Silence...
Till Another Greeting Beckons or Waves-
And Smiling :)
You..
Comply

Life,
Really Filters Down To-
Your Ceaseless Ifs And Butts,
And The Infinite Possibilities Contained Herein-
The Perhapses And Maybees-
And Inevitable Why Not'ses...

One Year Will Disappear;
Another Will Reappear-
Calendars I'm Telling You Are Nothing But Numbers,
And Numbers Are But Figures,
Dictating a Time That Does Not Exist,
Just Cold Calculations-
Showcasing Our Cleverness,
And Utter Bitterness,
Smeared Over With Butter-
a Rancid Cosmetic Gutter Playing to the Lines of Shakespeare's "Now Is The Winter of Our Discontent"-
And Might i Add a Little Dissent?

With a Warm Reason,
i Now Surrender To This Scathing Cold Season,
But Just Between Us,
Do Tell Maestro Spring That i'd Be Glad No Matter What She Brings,
Rhododendrons,
Magnolias-
And All Yer Beautiful Blooms,
And Bloody Blossoms

No Matter How i Crash The Night Before;
The Morning After Roars a Laughter-
Saying,
"Let's See What You Do Now You Bugger",
Then i Get Up,
Remember a Certain Lotus Eater,
Singing "i Surrender", As The Night Engulfed Him-
As This Late December Sun Warms Him,
Without Judgments But With a Beam-
With a Message Writ in Rays That Reads,
TGiF!
"And You Gotta Get Started"


A Guitar Accompanies;
The Songs I'm Trying To Sing-
With a Touch of Tenderness,
Whispering-
"Now Sing Your Poems"



Ps: YourLustForLifeStartsRightNow!

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