In a belly: the cat; etc, (so be it)

I’m a pondering mouse walking,
Knowing the floor like mine ears,
How cold and smooth the wooden plaques!
Till noon is come, an hour of cheese nears!
Thankfully my children are darting,

The disco of the world I dance,
The breeze of the run forward,
I am the fur that keeps warm,
The eyes that cast me yond afar,
A fright I have as it is norm
Remains but beauty seen aftward;
All the moves that give me trance.

Here and there, this cat befriend,
Who knew better than fatigued brought,
Who would see that crumbs is my feast,
Alas is the sight this cat I fought,
If fate shall have it I am Godsend.

(So humans utter His name, whomever be)
The art of which I still pity my small
Unfettered ways. Yet I dream so free,
Yet I could not help but wonder all:
Is this truly the life I am to see?
How about, a trip down belly yea fall?

Though cat permit me this entrance new,
Against all instincts I possess now gone,
I am surely within the reaches inside,
The charring flesh of mine still weeps,
My rhyme sorely falters beneath your skin,
Till noon I am is but evening I come,
Now cherish mine eyes sunk in your dew,
I give thee a day’s worth of life
So that you may enjoy my joyous pain,
Till reached of such state you go,
And the road surely does make you go,
Oh yes; the road is long and you depart,
I hear the vibrations; the trembling paws,
So soon you are found. I am right here.
So soon you purr and meow. I hear it now.

Till at last I see myself of all remained,
But don’t fret; for all you do is now,
For all you are is what you eat,
You are now the mouse that dances,
Beloved is thee that my ghost entrusts,
Nor fret and keeps you moving till morn,
So sound a bell nor in fright you care,
Whence all is done and all you sleep and dream,
Ere remember the sun’s coming is new at morrow.

Ellen

At a corner of the stars, like tears…
She was awake in distant a place afar,
And all eyes would be gifted a sight,
And all the walls beckoned she should go,
Then she walks, fast and in ecstasy!
All the walls wrote every second alive,
Every floor imprinted her trailing steps,
All the torches would eschew her name
This name only she saw in sweeter flame
Brings to her raindrops on soaked floor,
“I can see!” And laughter beckoned suit,
Trails of breeze blew walled velvet veils,
And she dwelt in the maze for longer still,
And she continued to run and look round,
Round and round still she looked. Beheld
Herself in all the veils held as she ran,
At long last she reached the centre,
At long last the shallow pool rippled in step,
Wrapped in veils she continues to encircle,
In an inertia of great joy she wraps further,
The walls torn away. The floor detached.
The ceiling now a waterfall with streaking veils,
And Ellen still wraps feet, arms and shoulder!
All round, her sight beheld the beauty kept,
So much was this weight of veil inviting,
Descending below the former maze now empty,
Within an abyss lit by an eye yea large and gold,
Only she could breathe the light in darker waters,
Till all she sees becomes light itself.
There she stayed, here she remained,
Only a hundred years since she awoke,
And a thousand for a veil she equipped,
Whilst she had swum in deepest waters below,
The sound of waves never became her
Whilst all streaks of veil from her floated,
It all seemed like magic, and she lived. Yes;
Now in union with herself, she gazed beyond;
I shall create a star. I am now that star.
The Earth I see, that Earth I shall gaze.

So spoke Ellen, in language of light;
Finest star, and all in gold arose,
There you shall find her in blissful night,
Whenever alone, needing light’s repose.

*

Have you forgotten, the whispers of old,
The echoes so smooth that sound silence,
Now cling the shield of light and glow,
In a single flash the feathers leave,
The horses riding through a field decayed,
And no daisy nor lily would grow in ash,
And all the Earth’s trembling in chaos,
So sooth the mirror on a sky you plant,
So inhale the shards to see ourselves,
So exhale a road long you follow,
In all that one you had, from birth;
Need not despair, the road is lined,
Glistening amidst in view so long,
Whether right or left, trees remain,
Standing tall, they invite your pace.
Walk through them, gently. Esteem.
They are calling your walking,
And you’ll find you have walked
Far from beginning; far from end,
Though keeps you is much walking,
So breathe; and linger no more.

Fool’s Glory

At once a queen was laid atop a king,
Placed so far down the sheets would crawl,
And interrupted he, playing away;
So speak his friend, “when do you finish?”
Thence a jack was laid, beneath his queen;
“Not yet; still there’s more to come.”
And bruised are the moonlike cheeks
Of sported queen. A horny jack, plucked from ace,
And steal a courtier’s eye till all he fades.
Two. Three. Four. As easy five can be,
Ere placed are those in descending figures,
Then calls louder, a friend and foe kept watch,
By door they gathered, by light they hindered;
Now cruel was the lamp beside their guest’s debris
In whose cards adorned. Their king and queen await.
But, P. was no man in interest of free and slaving bits,
Nor could breathe a breath to light the fire,
Nor cheat a jack with cheated queen.
Nor ace the pile till stack compile.
Now breathed from none to pile till one till done,
Who knew then? His friends still watched afar,
The moves. The thoughts. Every move beckons which.
Though slightly disoriented by gaze of card and friend,
He knew not who were truer to worth of his,
That bet he shone, that gold be had. Glory he called.
But then he sunk his teeth in dry-chapped lips,
His arse swollen by excess seating in lonely chair,
Now cheeks command a silent break from silent play,
But would he then? If not so wise, he ought.
Meanwhile the game was finished, and turned was he
He would say, “Look! I’m done!”, but no free is this,
More he wanted, but less he wanted. But more is now.
Yet continues to play till all friends now a pile,
This much they’d bleed from boredom and excess,
Now shat their curses and disdain: off they went.
Leaving only P. alone with cards for glory.
Leaving in the dark was P. for king and queen,
So soon he found no card to place.
No card to move.
And so he sat there, in thought. Alone.
Now casts aside those faulty cards,
But could not rejoin his friends alight.
Having lost both friend and card,
He resigns to drink till sleep is nigh.

How Happy the gleams

Whence light ought to drop as snow
Increase, will you? Muse us with more,
My soul yea fierce, parting by the low;
How easy is pain whilst turkey tore?

So sweet are the ripe and tender flesh,
So bitter yet sweet a cranberry top,
Give all, or more I seek how fresh,
One I eat, one I drink and one I pop.

I’ll stir a bird in homeless creed,
So please my wine with sombre words
Of the cold, the immoral in whom heed
A pleasant word from those cynical turds!

I grow tiresome of this crowd of infidels,
The people; the jokers of my existence,
Such laughter, such folk are hardly revels,
So take me, give a Devil to take me hence!

I seek a dance with dark moss on a field,
So empty. So foggy. Give Chestershire mine,
In minds alike shades walk and yield,
Shall thwart and ere they snort a line

May transport themselves from here escape,
How easy it is for this happy thought surface,
Now mind this eased shall be more than ape,
Till grief alone is my sorrow happy base,

And this we feel through our faux blood,
I take it as much I tasted my forbearance,
As much I have given it as much I know my rod,
All joys are swept, now all is but nuance.

*

And a sound as far the hairs can sense,
Did give leave for widened eyes deceive,
Who would know then this joke recompense?
This lie I call my pursuit of ought receive,

Only to realise a path whose rocks swept
Through the banishing fog of utmost vine,
Towers before me; if not so God is left,
Now there’s a story I tell, when we run,

To no end at all: a breath and eyes move,
To no end at all, clearance at fog’s depart,
To no end at all; his pain is mine to soothe,
To no end at all. Then I said be all but ought.

Places

Neither Oxford nor Webster shall refine
At ease but droll a sight as this:
Who would move and who would go?
I’m walking away, and I belong nowhere,
All the days and then the years pass,
From here, to there, patience sunk,
From nowhere, to everywhere I go.
So call me the fleeting bird departing,
So pronounce a new name, call me fleeting.
Nay, I am a wanderer. Wandering, walking;
Like wine, like K, give me all. Bit of it.
I shall snoop down my mind and crawl forth.
These webs, each thread is now a track,
Shoot each train my way. Nor yes nor no:
Say, will you travel again by my side?
No, you say? Very well. I’ll forget it all.
All the friends, the “family” – Gone.
These contacts? My Number? Gone.
Memories? Souvenirs? Gone.
A heart breaking? Never mind.
Neither land nor sea can change my sails.
I will blow the waves till no land is near,
Till all I fraught with little to no gain,
At which point, my existing is my land.
I’ll set foot at a new life, and new me.
All I had, so be it I am thus fleeting;
Then you’ll call a shrink my way here,
But my dear, I am nowhere here to be near;
From childhood I’ve been crept on and shut,
Imprisoned and sore were mine eyes at this,
So I devised a new plan to leave. Leave.
It seemed so amazing. I cried so happy-sad,
Now all I drank became that which I am,
A part of me, and I become the city,
So give me new, this much I am who as:
The sum of everything else. I see now,
There’s a trinkle of life by the sea,
But land is not enough. Nor people.
Just a travel. I’ll be French on one day,
Then German; then Italian, then Russian,
Oh, it’s a case of learning. But I’ll get.
Years later, I am still trembling with this,
I want you, but I cannot have you.
This land, this ocean speaks my name.
So whisper again. Now the light is soon,
I’ll be a lasting halo at twilight call,
When sun is set, then breathes so slow.

*

A chain turns cold round my waist,
Whose iron bonds give weight tenfold,
Nor right, nor left a turn I bid anew;
The sight I see is one enchained,
In every sound I speak a wisdom
Whose echo casts a shadow on me,
But never I said don’t walk away!
These bonds that break, my fate resigns,
Mute are the words of child he thought,
To pass adult now still his mind abides,
Though once I was able, now I am not,
With all I will so my heart endures,
Break the chain with warming heart,
Cast the Sun’s rays mine eyes do kiss,
Ere blinded by life anew, who could tell?
Rather I this much blind than be unseen,
Link by link, double bond by bond: blessed
Be those who have believed, but never seen.

* AWAY *

I was born with initials scarred on me,
My eyes were browned by blood congealed,
All the horror I see is a horror I am,
No sound of music can wash a breath away,
If no sun can light every road so gold,
Then I shall carve gold out of thin air,
Let me construct the path I ought to walk,
Now I see a way, but I turn away. I know.
It was a silly idea, but I learnt and I went,
Now the cheeks of clouds pour forth their load,
No one is there to say I’m sorry, nor to gloat,
Now the angels weep. Now the demons awake.
Bring me to the palace of diamonds and dark,
Now construct a face I can never afford. It’s me.
I’ll dance when everyone else is danced out.
I’ll breathe when I’m this much a lasting one.
Now I am walking towards a sudden lapse of life,
One I cannot deny, so much a tree gives leaves,
Soon I find myself in the greatest crossroads here,
Some say it’s a trap, but here, it’s a life so near.

Without Face

Ere comes a time neither right nor left
Neither forward nor back, half-wit shape,
Whether pale nor blue, in barks a spree,
Now turn a neck her breath wouldn’t chase,
So laid in wake till morn sun may repel,
These single takings, a mistake long fought,
Could not see past her faults and admit them,
Nor could she write her feels and thoughts,
Nor could she read the message always bound,
But death awakened her from a flight with hell
And drooped so far with debt, a failed love, etc;
So too did it come she needed escape but to where?
If it weren’t the bar, it would certainly be through,
What worse prison than those whose mind imprison?
What better way to live than deny all chance to see?
And could I be wrong, if a bird would not fly, then die!
My lady, having forsook warns and mistook an error,
Now see for it begun a search for promise in erred ways,
Now cast a leap whose still horse is but one you take,
At most forsake all such neuroses and awaken here,
So guide a light and never resist the words yond made,
For there too remains life in ink I withwrit and bleed,
Whomsoever calls that patronise, then I am a patron.
These gates would not close, the bar is rust and spoilt,
An air is thick with thoughts, open a window. Release.
So this much I say would not reach stubborn head,
May it be as may, nor callous how much I said,
Nor turned a key, this much I too am shamed,
Now feel a pulse, my heart too is wrought,
Hers be the fainted thought, alas is new,
Years are fought with seconds these days;
The tree would not sink by my hands alone,
So that poor I shall witness all forsook,
Then beam a mirror at who you are
When times alone between us past
Are but simple shades in lighted hue,
Whose shadow I am come shadow ye fought,
Whence no one there can help us now,
Till morning drew, your escape is nigh.