koko said (locked up, locked in)

now feels like september - and at times
a forlorn november (or a cursed december)
i try to play it cool: remember a --------?
(don't have to say it, just because it rhymes)
raging, raging against a dying ember
like the dreams of dylan t, hazy slumber
(and his longings for sunnier climes)
i'm asleep, like i'm awake all the time
cities and countries: landscapes sublime
i've been to these places, but i don’t remember
here, now feels like september - and at times
a forlorn november (or a cursed december)

here, here: locked up, locked in

Uh, oh, oh!

So, who’s going to go?

Go?

Yeah, go, you know?

Oh!

So, who’s going to go?

Why, though?

For a better tomorrow?

Everybody says that, you know?

Is that a problem though?

No?

No!

Oh!

So, who’s going to go?

Go?

Yeah, go, you know?

Oh!

Will you go?

I think so…

Ok, cheerio!

(a deep gray sky, almost black)

silence breaks through the walls
of yet another cold night -
(a deep gray sky, almost black)
'what worth was it?' - the
question uttered, echoing
in unison - a million silent voices
inside a million turbulent minds - cutting
through the surrounding stillness
of the night with hopes, almost
greedy - that the question is only
one's own and none else's.

the night stills itself further
strengthening every secret belief -
'it's only me that feels this way'
while the song of every soul
is just the same, only in a
different tongue. some do it
with a hiss and some with a
sigh. silence freezes and hardens
itself around every thought and
every question.
(the deep gray sky, almost black)

9:45

deeds, good intent
last till they last per person

and

needs, to be content
with the well known direction

and

there, too many cooks
for this or that in all their might

and

too many a well wisher looks
out to set your and every life right

more (on life)

life is neither complex
nor a bitch
for oneself

for one's own

only that it is difficult
to get two people
to agree

on the same

roller-coaster

look up
see the world go
round and round

look left
see the world go
round and round

look right
see the world go
round and round

don't turn
don't move
the world moves not

with a little movement
and a little looking around
the world is a beautiful

roller
coaster

up and away

when you think the storm
has settled down
they let their chariots loose
and roam the terrains that are
or were or will
never be theirs

you can only smash a
glass window or two

todays can take them away
and leave my tomorrows for me

if not them
at least the chariots should be gone

and their steeds

duh

them is just a four letter word!

all due thanks, Mr. B.D


swing swing swing
high low low low high
low high high high low

_Y_

Pictures

Innocent act of rummaging through the books crate

Pictures stay. A silent record of past
They come out, suddenly
From the depths, from beneath them books

Pictures remain. A silent proof
Of moments past
When faces were different
Thoughts, the world, different

new morning, I face my shadow
I can't study with both eyes full of tears*

I tried.

I sit on my white cloud
Waaaay up above
Take a look at my world

Nostalgia keeps me alive
...most times...

* From: Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

down the there

no, not nothing is real,
but 'Nothing' is real
for they've seen it all -
Nothingness spreading its wings
- mighty wings
far and wide, taking them all in

down the there!

when they did that
and thought why and how much more
searching for freedom
liberation
when they thought 'this must be the way out'
when they did what they did

down the there!

yes, they sing along
all together in chorus
'Nothing is real, Nothing, Nothing is real'
hoping that would set them free

down the there!

29 (.1)

a numero
us reasons for
a number o
f things hap
pening the way the
y do or the way they do not happen
, for that is not t
he way the
y happen or that j
ust is the way it is me
ant to be.

and ask me no
t, I know just a
s much as ever
yone else.

in
a nut-s
hell

I may not know
I do not know

amen.