POETRY

Are you wanted by your family and friends?
Are you the person who always pretends?
Today, I was in a great mood; dancing in the halls
everyone was talking, including the walls
I sat down with my friends; two of them in tears
and then everyone disappears
it's just me and these two people, crying
just a moment ago I was flying
but like a plane, I immediately crashed
my throat felt slashed
I wanted them to smile, not cry
but I didn't want them to have to hide and lie
I saw another friend of mine
walk around a corner, crying also; not being able to shine
I ran after her, if I stayed
I would cry and continued to be cut by the darknesses blade
she was my friend
but somehow that relationship reached its end
I didn't know, I didn't want that at all
but I wanted her happy, I didn't want her to fall
her words hurt, but I said she couldn't drop me
'I don't care what has happened between us'
I hated to feel so useless
but she shaked her head
and said 
'I don't want you.' 
I didn't know what to do
'You need to talk to someone'
I pressed on, my smiles gone
'not you.' 
She said, as I felt myself breaking in two
she won't even talk to me
she's blind she can't see
before we were really close, but we were both hurt
pushed so f***king deep in the dirty dirt
we were trying to fix eachother
and we promised we'd be friends forever
but she left, not me
I couldn't just leave her, even if it made my arms bloody
I didn't leave her side
but now, are friendship died
should I continue trying
continue feeling so hurt that I start crying?
should I leave and continue to smile each day
or should I say what I have to say?
I don't get it, I didn't know
I didn't know one of us would go
to me, this is a shock
I can't talk
my friends in the hallway
they were crying because of the one I ran to, why didn't I stay?
'I don't want you." 
Why does that hurt so much, what did I do?
I've heard it from other people, but this one stuck
all I wanted to say was 'f***!!'
But that wouldn't have done anything
so now, my eyes sting
my mind repeating those words; the ones that are not a lie
tears are forming, but I will not cry
she dropped me, but I don't need her pain
for now, I'm dancing in the rain
I'll smile, I'll be true
'I want the best for you.'

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company
 
encaged by the glare of the late
afternoon sun on the windowpanes
of the reading-room you and i
sit intimately apart sharing in 
the silence that surrounds
two communers enjoying
the clutter of common
memories feeling free 
unconfined by the slowly
sinking sun//
 
renato
thursday 17 may 2012  
 

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The practice area is like an orchard of sound
Where you pick notes as they ripen
And those that fall seed the ground.
 
You can harvest grapes from this vine
That grows along the staff of time
Following the sun into drums of wine.
 
The pianos seem near and far
Like conversations behind doors
Or rain on the roof of your car.
 
The practice area is a paradise
Where even angels clash
And beauty is soundly imprecise.  
 
Please listen to the children play,
Their music is so unaffected
You’ll hear the origins of rhapsody.

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Ahhh smoothly words come from his mouth.
His eyes so gorgeous .
He hypnotises us with his promises.
And we the lonely ones The hopeful ones.
We are eager to believe  .
What else can we do ?
What more can he say ?
Everything - cause he is not bound by honour
He is not bound by truth.
He has no soul nor heart.

He is a specie on his own.
The Liar- The politician

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I swirled from the sky
Now standing here
Looking up I see the jade colour
As a hole in the sky
I used to live there.

Someone threw me down
To earth
I feel the ground beneath my feet
The air and wind
I feel the horror of this place

Please take me back
And  let me swirl again
To the sky and my jade home
This place is for the death
Let me live again

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          Swords to practices…
Half as moon are feet on guard.
Squat on steps and cuts are hard.
Rub your nose if you are loss.
Break no pots can cut the roses.
 
Fast and sharp are push and pull.
Sword has nothing Dan is fools.
Wins or losses are Dan with sword.
Win our swords are merit worked.
 
Cuts or thrusts are strikes and shapes.
Take your steps on sides and next.
Take your step as blows and breaks.
Blast is half to cut that make.
---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------  

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                 Jails…
CORBAN gifts are brains with banks.
Quarry man digs our marbles cans.
Cans with ashes are jailers loves.
Jails with tools are gears to prove.
 
Cages in heaven all are hells.
Pills sedations catch as spells.
Sounds are loud and ears are weak.
Dig the stones and works no neat.
 
Mental charts are fixes as claim.
Tie your body all are chains.
Charts and counts are tally make.
Moods and feels are little mad.
 
Shapes in bells are normal curves.
Jailers’ coats are beauty buffs.
Crafts of mobs have sexes to buy.
Charms with baits are bad to find.
 
Jailer rules are sugar all.
Shower rooms our girls have oils. 
Offer sexes as served as own.
Jails are churches and jails are homes.
 ---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------

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To forever thrive
You need contributions 
From the involved institutions
So love, please do be gradual 
Delay your ecstasy
For we are good with dedications 
But poor with predictions
Hence can’t tell what happens, 
When the music stops
And she goes silent 
Dragging our heart to hell
Either self-destruction 
Or distrust to her entire genre
So love, please do be gradual 
Gently grow but don’t be casual
To deny us your splendors

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Volatile values and allurement of glamour
Gifted to the human as boons of materialism.
He has to drift then from ancient spiritualism
And to take recourse to superficial shimmer.

Age old our heritage and ancient civilization
Prided in imbibing values and emotions.
It taught us to be loyal with motley relations
And preserve their sanctity not as a showman.

The bonds of relations, deeprooted and pure
Bind the persons related by blood either
Or by the "Karma" as follower and preacher
Asks for any proof or any show, never-never!

Oriental spiritualism infuses pure values
In absence of display too, emotions are true.

                 -------Ratnakar  D  Mandlik

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Intellectuals are gifted with supernatural power,
Of justifying their espousal even of convienience
Even with ideas n principles they may accept never
And though it may cause breach of their conscience.

Every ruler, may he be despot or gem of governance
Requires his pack of intellecuals to impart guidance.
Thy project the ruler and his system as egalitarian.
Adroitly they can do it by dividing whole population.

As an exception to the rule are diehard intellectuals
Who may prefer extinction for belief and principles.
They are though side tracked by cunning brethren,
Who overshadow them with fractured perceptions.

History has often witnessed intellectuals' pliability
When despotic rules shatter their cherished integrity.

                      -----Ratnakar  D  Mandlik

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Human conceptualized the best polity
For superb governance is the democracy,
That ensures for every one equal opportunity
Desisting in any form, rule of any dynasty.

Legislature, judiciary, bureaucracy n press
Are four pillars on which rests its' edifice.
Most sacred sanctum is the parliament
Of its temple n it is not for entertainment.

Honesty, integrity, empathy and sincerity
Be qualifications for a parliamentarian
Not less than a priest to be for egalitarian
Societys' inception and benefit to majority.

A pious duty on every one it entrusts
To ensure the qualities, in him, they must.

                 -  Ratnakar  D  Mandlik

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Love comes to me both selfishly and selfless;
every thought
has something happy, a own purity
silently brought
by your very presence, a essence
that’s heartfelt sought,
up to the very heights you do me raise,
with all the unspoken words of your gaze

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I wonder if you know today
about the feelings I had
when last night we knelt to pray,
when hand in hand we were both glad?

Even the silence between us are whispering
telling romantic stories of selfless endless love,
suddenly there is something special in everything
while we know of deep things that nothing can remove.

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Fused are we in thoughts, body and soul
even if the earth rocks about on the judgement day,
nothing can rip this love, these feelings away
while you are making me better, are making me whole;
this love is totally perfect and selfless
as the very essence of God it does possess.

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Its way past time to say goodbye.. for decisions you have made...
You treat love.. like its a game.. and think people should be played,
So let me tell you how I feel.. and say goodbye to you...
I never thought I'd say the words.. much less believe its true,
You don't love me anymore.. the way a lover should...
And I can't stand.. three rows back.. and play like its all good,
This heart will always love you.. and wish for you the best...
And pray that "God" watch over you.. and hope your life is blessed,
I hope you find.. what I call truth.. before the truth finds you ...
The things I've learned about you lately.. I wish I never knew,
You've changed so fast.. and so much.. I don't know who you are...
And the distance now between us.. has never been so far, 
If this is who you really are .. and who you wish to be...
Let me say this last goodbye.. and set this poor heart free.
                                               sg

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Yesterday's just a memory.. 
        that seems so far away...

And love is just a word.. 
        that people like to say,

I could say that I don't know ..  
        I could say that it was you...

But it wouldn't change whats in my heart
        or what is or isn't true,

I could dwell on words.. or dwell on pain,
         I could sit alone and cry...

But those are places that I've been.. 
         as I fell for every lie,

So please don't say how much you care 
         when I know how much you don't,

Or tell me that your going to change.. 
         when we both know that you won't

I'm letting go.. because you can't hold on
        when theres nothing to hold on to,

I guess you never saw the dreams.. 
        I saw for me and you,

I can't make you love..
        for love comes from the heart...

And the only love you've ever shown..
        has torn my world apart,

So let this be the ending..
        of a fairytale gone bad...
And the wind blown scattered pieces..
        of a love I never had.
                                         sg

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Waiting for a chaste bread, whole
life under the moon,
to speak off the inconsistency of
happiness,
with a monologue
of a needle in eyes
for a madness of sublime verse.

Canoeing in a frozen lake
for a stranded rose,
you stop at a bosky bank.
A weeping willow greets
the lost son.

A school bag measures the knowledge
of surrounding hills, who had
plucked out the stars
from the sky.

Satish Verma

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Long ago I wasn't sure of anything but I did know about lines. They were just beginnings. They were the starting of an entire life.
Long ago they were just the beginnings of circles. Yes, when I was younger and didn't know much. They were just that: Lines.
I loved lines!
As I became older, I found out that I wasn't so confused on the meaning of these lines but long broom these lines had changed in meaning.
I met people that made my lines different, difficult.
When, I encountered these people, I began seeing through these dumb lines.
I began to run into those whose lines didn't have beginnings but endings.
I bumped into individuals who sought a line not to make things better but to destroy.
They wanted to make me believe that these lines hurt.
They wanted me to thank these lines for making me less.
They wanted me to know that I had no chance to anything.
Sometimes, I found myself trapped within their lines, their lies.
Sometimes, I stopped before crossing these lines.
Sometimes, I feared these lines.
Sometimes I didn't want to try.
But now, I want to prove that I was right.
These lines are not different or dumb: I have a chance to be.
These lines are strong: I am stronger.
These lines do not, in any chance, break us apart but build us strong as a whole.
I want to like lines.
I want them to be lines again.

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I would not
like roses but I do because you like them.
I would not
see the stars but they remind me of you.
I would not
like the sun but its light lets me see you.
I would not
wake up every morning but I want to see you once more.
 
I would not
smile but you make me happy.
I would not
breathe but I do not want to die.
I would not
love but I would have to be death.
I would not
die but I will because I would not survive if you leave me.
I would not
love you but I’m not death and I do.
I would not
wonder around but I can’t stop thinking of you.
I would not 
miss you but I don’t like to be without you.
I would not
like your eyes but I love the way you look at me.
I would not
love to kiss you but I touch your lips and I can’t stop.
I would not
be writing this but see what you do!
I would not keep you with me but everything that really matters will go a way.

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Acércate.
Mira
Tengo guardado para ti, el pan oscuro del sufrimiento.
Acércate, te hare poco daño, más te ensenare como aplicarlo, para el gozó perpetuo de tu víctima.
No tengas miedo que conmigo conocerás, y entenderás, la verdad de la mentira, la claridad de lo oscuro, la razón de la locura.
Vuelve.
Aprende conmigo, el placer que anula la razón, que entumece el cuerpo.
Busca, busca…
Y cuando lo encuentres, anímate a mirarme de nuevo a los ojos, te cegaran más de lo que estas…
Y me amaras.

Algo que me fascina. En ningún momento pretendo tomar crédito por este escrito. Solo creo que es fantástico.

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¡Despierta México!
Despierta y defiende tu decoro
La vergüenza aguarda sin perdón, sin final
Deja de creer.
Defiéndete que el tiempo de cambiar aun no llegara.
Cuando muera tu paciencia, tu promesa nacerá.
Pero espera, el mexicano institucional, no lo traerá.
El mexicano democrático no lo traerá. Y mucho menos con el mexicano nacional vendrá. Será aquel que este cansado de creer, de esperar. Será  aquel mexicano que cansado de sonar despierte y deje de sonar. Cuando muera su ignorancia, su inocencia, y su paciencia. Cuando deje de llorar.
Vendrá con el alma herida querrá luchar.
Necesita ayuda.
Despierta héroe muerto, héroe ciego.
Despierta Hidalgo, Morelos, Allende, Guerrero, Iturbide, Abasolo, Domínguez, Aldama, o Álvarez.
Adelas despierten su Ortiz inconsciente.
Será hora de volver a luchar, de morir para poder ser.
Es tiempo de decir basta, basta, basta, quiero sonar.
Necesito sonar con un México libre en todo sentido de la palabra.
Necesito sonar con un México sutil.
Necesito sonar con México correcto.
¡Despierta México!
Despierta.
Despierta valiente que te estoy hablando a ti.
Despierta y ayuda a tu ser, ayuda a tu patria que sin ti solamente agonizará.

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¡Hoy, hoy voy a morir!
Estaré con El, sabré que es El por qué estaré allí.
Como siempre lo has querido en paz te dejare.
Sabré que nada más importa porque el dolor no existirá, el amor no dolerá, pero más que nada seré libre.
Cuando muera creerás en un amor que de nada servirá.
Moriré y seré un santo, moriré y querrás tiempo que para entonces habrá pasado.
Es ahora que sabrás lo que era.
Es ahora cuando podrás llorar sin tener consuelo.
Es ahora que todo te recordara a mí.
Y es ahora que todo aquello será grande.
En poco tiempo seré pasado.
Tu inútil amor habrá terminado.
Aquel llanto sin aliento habrá cesado.
Y aunque no me veas a pesar a todo aquí estaré.

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Unseen treasure we find
In thoughts renewing the mind
Nourished into reality
Clothed in simplicity

Face the challenge of the day
Do not in confusion stay
Humbly to God we pray
Guide our path and way

There is a view in review
There is new in renew
A model in remodel
There is a glow in glorify

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Inexplicably, my presence invokes your smile
in instances of pure and uncontained joy.
Can You Really Love Me So?

I dare not ask this question aloud -
fearful that you won't confirm our union.

Being together is magical for me;
each shared moment illuminates my life
with Hope's brightest light.

I dare not ask this question aloud -
Can You Really Love Me So?

Our natural chemistry is a catalyst,
igniting passion that comes from...
Simply gazing on your immortal smile.

I must be crazy to imagine
that you would have me around,
nourishing me with your spiritual essence.

Can You Really Love Me So?
I am willing to learn...



Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

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Out from the darkness,
having a lifestyle that's plain to see,
I'm standing fully in the Light
of God's transparency.

I have no hidden agendas,
nor malicious motives;
my heavenly light is set upon a hill,
shining as a diminutive votive.

I'm a human jar of clay,
desiring true spiritual brokenness;
for God's vessels draw men to Him,
via the sparkling of His Holiness.

For the nakedness of Life
is my personal choice;
as an ambassador of Christ,
I'm hoping that through me...
Others may hear His gentle voice.



Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

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This body is imperfect and flawed,
originating from earthly dust;
it houses a spirit searching to find
the one, true God in which to trust.

To see myself as Yahweh does,
requires mustard seed of Faith's leap
and to take tangible action
since people know that "talk is cheap".

Separated unto holiness
to accomplish His Purpose and Plan
while sharing the Salvation Message
is the whole duty of man.

Expanding my personal growth
by a divine, refining process,
inspires a desire for betterment
and to expedite this "Work in Progress".




Author Notes:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

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God divided the firmament from the firmament.
Heavens are real and permanent.
Way beyond the blue.

His word is real and true,
Breathed by God for me and you,
They were breathed from beyond the blue.

It tells of His Spirit that leads,
Tells of believing, of faith, of life.
It tells of the eternal light.

It tells of His habitat above
He is watching for acts of human love
Acts led by the Spirit of God above.

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DEALS, DEALS, DEALS
Small room, with twelve bathrooms.
Envelopes fill the baskets.
Mirrors with lipstick kisses.
In the small room-elbows bump.
In the office.
OCCUPIED-next bathroom.

Outside neighbors look.
Cesspool trucks arrive.
Dirt cover-up off lid.
Man preys lid open.
Next years news escapes.
CESSPOOL CLEAN and POLITICS AGAIN.

2009 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

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Cacophonous were the echoes of yesteryear
In the face of unyielding fear they flourished
Oblivious to their imagistic cataclysm I dwindled
Who had known of such a fate to have married?
 
 
Theatrical strands of faith and vindication
Gradually descended upon each square
The sun’s oath had risen to fruition
Beauteous framework begins to evolve
Bearing the august seeds of revelation
 
 
Answers in which I sought
Rested within pendulum clocks
As throughout my life
Many webs they have spun
 
 
Amongst tribulations I have toured
By not a second did hope age
A novelty twas the leaf
Upon which I have turned

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You resisted with words, plans
and with actions you tried to avert,
daily you erected new higher ramparts
to try and ward off,
constantly you tried to force me back,
where I tried to love you
past time and counsel,
in silent betrayal you did fall in love with me.

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