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HesaraghattaBangalore: tin
houses lean in mass
saffron lake, perspiration

Ask MeAsk me a question.
Ask me if this was a choice,
this life that I live.

Ask me if I want
your prejudice and hatred;
to be excluded

simply because of
the people I choose to love.
Despite their gender.

Because now I want
to ask something of my own.
Simply I ask why?

Weighted silence falls
as you scramble for a thought
to try and change me.

For how can you spin
a web of twisted untruths
to weave me anew?

And simply I ask
why? Why would you even try?

EtiquetteI'm society
I'm tradition and Culture
And I will kill you

CrowdedGay pride all the way!
But I can't marry this man.
Only listen here!

Straight pride is bullshit!
Mother and Father say he's
Straights have no problems.

You know little pain!
African American
You cannot hate us!

Homophobe you are,
and that I am Caucasian.
for not understanding.

This world must focus
I'm just a girl who's lived up
on our world only.

Cant you see what we
to their expectations; but
go through! Cant you see

why you must support
I love him. Why can't we love?
us and our trails of

pain and suffering?
Why does society look down
Look only at us!

Turn around and see!
upon us? It's too crowded here…
Liste

A ThoughtThe best art is made
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.

In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.

CS Lewis, It's All Your FaultSo, here I am in a clone motel on the edge of an industrial town. The room is comfortable, but impersonal, soulless. In an attempt to bring some feeling of home, I hang the little stone wolf on its leather thonging from the mirror as I shave in preparation for the day ahead. A day that will be spent in a dimly lit warehouse watching numbers scroll on the screen as the clatters and roars of industrial ovens and shakers fill the air.

Thank goodness then, for that hour between work and darkness, a time to explore the roads and paths that lead away from the hotel. Maybe to the ruined abbey across the fields, whose grounds will be closed for the

For JapanWhen your days are dark
We will each light a candle,
Bringing back the light.

SorrowsWhat remains unsaid is haunting. You are repulsed by your train of thought,
yet realize that the truth may be worse than your strangled imagination.
reactions telling
the unspoken - ominous
...they have been touched

tears flowing
face contorted, body tensed...
i'm startled by his silence

The playground's edge;
sun-dress and sunshine
playfully splayed.
Childhood fading, she
caresses her baby bump.

begging bus fare -
clutching at hems
somber faces

Their marriage confounds;
her best friend,
his lover.
The CLACK gives a reprieve
...old ammunition

diaper sores
no comfort found
in sour milk

Six, no wor

rag geflexsattern pundered,
shagments frattered;
plaven hundered,
temnants rattered.

shagments frattered,
dound to grust;
temnants rattered,
rained with stust.

dound to grust,
sardens galted;
rained with stust,
faviors saulted.

sardens galted,
plaven hundered;
faviors saulted,
sattern pundered.

1930's Haiku1930s Haiku

After Wall street crash'd
Poetry was forc'd to be
Economical

LGBT HaikuRainbow colors shine
Pride of one's self, love of life
A shield of honor

Deprived

Sleep is uneasy,
the side-walk too obdurate
for peaceful dreaming.

Peace Haiku

[9]

how ironic
the city of churches
a target

[8]

"war crimes"
implies that war
is not criminal

[7]

war
is over
—we lost

[6]

in the instant
time stopped
—man lost

[5]

how strange
to kill and die and hate
for an idea

[4]

peace—
so much more
than the absence of war

[3]

peace—
we could try it
what's the harm

[2]

war—
fighting for nothing
but a grave

[1]

blue sky
bluer sea
green earth
this is my flag

LoveHe cannot wait for
Her words of tenderness and
Grace: so patiently
He will sit near the gateway.

Still, it cannot change she's dead.

androgynous men as revolutionan origami machine
is in the middle of a city
it's made out of a single piece
of paper folded
ten thousand times
a convoluted note of formal sentences
spasm

the words erase and melt
into something fundamentally
pure and graphic

this machines gears juggle
this origami orchid
is bleeding

we see it
changes
in a quick moment
it bares its teeth

i just want change
a world that does not say
i am a monster

disharmony
creates dead things.

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Tell-tale MimiInsolent
Ignorant
Insipid

Her innocent words
Lays bear your lies
Stripping away your alibis

Beguiling
Beckoning
Beseeching

Her innocent eyes
See your true self
Dissolving ways to satisfy

Controlling
Comparing
Censoring

Her innocent hands
Find your buried sins
Tracing white jagged trails

Justified
Jaded
Jealous

Her innocent ears
Hear your whispered cries
Breaking down hammered walls

Sagacious
Sincere
Sane

Her innocent heart
Beats against your hands
Washing clean your spirit

Dissection of MimiHer fingers drumming out
An impatient tune

She will not wait
For you

Your ignorance apparent
In the eyes of the moon

She finds it
Appalling

Her mouth says words
You need not hear

She thinks it is
Shameful

Her body dances
To music she fears

She has conspired
Alone

Your strength she sees
As only dust

She blows it
Away

Her hands clinched tight
Struggle is a must

She cannot begin
Believing

Your trust you gave
To yesterday

She finds you
Transparent

You’re not to understand
Fight as you may

She is only
A memory

Internal Rambles:External MindIf wishes fall
On frozen hearts
To slowly fade away,

Then salad bowls
And English tarts
Will bring them back someday.

A travesty
Is what you see
In summer’s frozen bloom.

For all is lost
When lost is found
The treasure spells our doom.

The music notes
We wanted to play
On broken guitar string.

With a stranger’s hand
Plucking strange sounds
What will the melody bring?

A cuckoo clock
Tells the time
Solidifying doubt,

And chiming bells
The tower clings
To history holding clout.

With clipped wings
The sparrow flies
Her story filled with strife

Reminding us
To take some stock
In this prize we call life.

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NaPo 04-16 Blue Roses

by `innocencedied2nite, Apr 16, 2012, 11:19:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Haiku & Eastern

Blue rose petals fall
Upon unresisting snow
In Remembrance

The Fallen have won
Now laying in shallow stone
Victorious peace

NaPo 04-16 Blue Rosesby `innocencedied2nite

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*LoKiRaseNgAn Apr 16, 2012 General Artist

Hmm, I like this one.. is it referring to fallen soldiers when it mentions "the fallen have won"?

`innocencedied2nite Apr 17, 2012 Writer

You know... the poem took on a life of its own. I intended to spot after the first Haiku, but the second part kinda demanded to be written. So I wasn't really sure when I read your comment last night. I had to think about what it was I wanted others to get from it. And I remembered the Police officer we saw in the store yesterday, and how nice he was to Kayden. So the poem is not only to those who have fallen in wars, but also to those officers and others who put their lives on the line for us to have peace, and stay safe. To those KIAs

*LoKiRaseNgAn Apr 17, 2012 General Artist

Ah, that's understandable owo

Half of it reminded me of my late grandfather (mom's side), he was a veteran. And also he preferred blue roses to red ones.

`innocencedied2nite Apr 17, 2012 Writer

I love blue roses, always have. I'm not even sure why, but they have such a cold beauty to them.

Funny, that. Which war was he in? My Grandpa's on both sides are/were war veterans. My mum's dad was in the Korean, and my bio father was in WW2. He was a photographer, and was actually at Pearl Harbor during the Dec 7th attack. I always felt a bit cheated knowing he was there, and yet I could never pick his brain about it.

*LoKiRaseNgAn Apr 17, 2012 General Artist

I'm not sure if he was on the Korean one or just WW2 (I did recall my mom mentioning that he was in Germany for some time). And my dad's father went to Korea. So it could be either one. Sadly they are no longer amongst us for me to ask them about it.

`innocencedied2nite Apr 18, 2012 Writer

Aww.. that's too bad. My mum's dad is still around, and I'm quite close with him. But my er..dad's dad didn't want to have anything to do with my mum or us kids, so I have no idea if he's still around or not. It's sad to miss out on a wealth of history like that.

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