I am Back Again

I am back again
From my black genesis
From the two times two of me existence
An eruption from within

I am back again
From the calling of familiar spirits
From libation of my fore-fathers
A celebration of origin
My mountain of orgasm

I am back again
With the truth in my mouth
Like a black moth
In black hole

I am back again
To start from my stop
To begin from my start
To end from my beginning
I am back
I am back



An Elegy Of Grand Puppeteer

The incantation began
Repetition of social matters
Exit of an end

Let it begin!
Sparkles of beginning

The enchanter raises a chicken to the sky
“Let the solemn goddess celebrate”

Bring the New Year wine
A toast to calypso
In whose name we drink to stupor

Stamp your feet
For the resurrection of Thor
The brave god of Vikian raiders

Grandmasters are gathering
For a grand decision

Earth rise is entangled in their hair
Global warming is nothing but a clarion call

Ten days away
Ten days in advance
Ten millenniums to come

Let the play begin
Solemnly from me
The grand puppeteer



To You

To all my friends especially to those I share a lot with.
To you my dear friend
In whose name I write.
Days are gone
But you are still here.
Storms have blown
But you stood still.

One billion bullets for your bravery

The musketeers are ready
For your grand entry.
Correct me if I erred.
For my sins are many.

In love we planned
For a future that will end.
Let my pen spin more
For my days spin too,
A poem must end
But our friendship will endure.



To You In Pain

This is my style,
An elegy that is proud.
A punch-full of words
Graceful abracadabra
Sounds of grieve
To you stolen weakly;
In a week full of pain.
To you in unmarked grave;
Who died like a hero.
To you weeping nightly;
For a ghostly lover.
I have,
Given pain and taken pain
Sweet bitter!
Strange pellets in my blood

A clarion call for conciliation
Let this fire in my hands heal you
Let this tongue I twist
Help you blitz
You are a soldier for life...
Listen not to the rough sounds of bell
Let my poem exalt you
From me, Poetry Potter.



Let Me Spit My Guts While I am Drunk

This is a damned poem,
Broken lines that cures my pain.
The last poem from a soldier of love!
Just don’t take that wine away from me
Let me remain in the spirit to blast.
Let me spit my guts while I am drunk.
This little putrid tale of love
Forsaken in the damned time spent apart
Just a girl in her teen…
Teeth white and smile of gold…
Like a bracket she engulfed my life
At the peak of it she broke my heart.
This stainless steel God has smith in my chest
An Achilles in disguise
Got quenched…while bur-ning
B-ur-ni-ng!
Slowly burning in love!
Is your fault!
A lady with the heart of stone
Just at night…
Don’t hold my mouth!
Don’t take away this bottle from me…
Just, just let me spill my guts
She is just a shadow in the night.

I’ve decided never plant again,
I rather harvest than sow
I rather sale tools than dig a gold
At least I am sure daily profit to come
Just come around when the sun is down,
And see the new face lurking in the mirror
Brighter!
Sunnier!
Sweeter!
Just come around lady with a heart of stone
Sir, don’t hold me! Let me spit my guts while I am drunk…
Yours faithfully,
Sergeant Lover,
first marine corps,
thirty-six lover’s brigade.
Trained in a mother’s womb to use hand, mouth, and looks as weapons
A living loving machine,
Reporting for duty Sir! Yes Sir!



Over These Years

It’s been long,
Since I felt alive…
Twenty two years gone
Since my dream got burnt.
My grave wets my soul
Clammy cement seals my heart
The beating paused …

To my soul I cry
Under this midnight moon
Under these shrubs I grew;
Once tender
Now smouldered

The dreamed surfaced yet again
Over the ashes now marshes
Wet, but still alive
Cringing over these dried fingers
My heart thumbs,
Yet I am alive
Has twenty two years really passed?