Vagabond of Sorts: An Ode

 Your favourite was Van Damme,

You danced and never gave a damn,

You smiled at every chance

You were like a boy but more than a man.

I remember how we sat by the roof,

Fools singing to a tune with no clue

How our lives would be in years too few

Your memory is my solitude

We shared each others lives in truth

Stayed up at nights and through

Cassettes of solos and drew

Our inspiration from the silly things of new

We took our journeys in crowded streets

Climbed our stairs in busy fleets

Walked miles to get a few treats

Entered darkness to disco beats.

The last I remember is your smile

I hear your voice that laughs every while

Your simple desire to be amongst all

Accepted and loved, you never saw

You never spoke evil or any wrong

But always took everything with a comic straw

Rest in peace my dear brother

You are the one who was there before any other

In my heart you be forever. 

Suddenly

Suddenly

Suddenly I am found
Suddenly I am lost
I am big, I am small
I am open,
Now I am closed
I lost my voice
I lost my thoughts
I am with all
Suddenly I am a wall

I measured my cup
Drank it to full
Though last was but
A few too many true
Suddenly I see
The past is never free

I took light steps
Weighed my options well
Found my ekagai preps
Tossed the doubts like a spell
Suddenly I feel
May be it was just a deal

I went ahead,
Turned my myself in
Let my body loose
Held my feet in tight shoes
Walked the line with a noose
Just to be like you
Suddenly I feel bruised

Suddenly, I realised
Some may talk with you
Others may walk with you
Still one may be with you
But suddenly,
All will desert you

I must be I must be channeling
I must find a way
I must just stay
In the path I pray
Suddenly I will say.

To and fro

I was able to write
able to talk
able to ride
able to be
but i was unable to let go
so i walked up
I stood up
but i was shaken
I was strong
but I was mistaken
not by me
but by my thought
so I rested and sensed
I finally moved back the fence
took a breather and then bought
another packet of incense
for the lungs and sat there by the bench

Delirium

All that I am,
All that I do,
May be is an illusion,
May be its you.
I was never there,
Neither were you,
Neither were they,
Who thought this through.

I found a piece of hope,
in some souls who were true,
who danced with the sun,
and sung with the moon,
but with the morn,
died like the dew.

Where is all this leading,
is it so fluid and flowing?
to be so untrue,
or is it me who seems to wander,
from here and a few.

what is my purpose,
what is my clue,
what is my passion,
is it you?
or is it me who is so blind,
can never see if it was ever so clear,
or blunt or just fine

The Manipulative Ones

Stand among the common
Be less of a demon
Be more of someone
Like one who lives among
The one eyed sage
Against a blind age

One is better than none
But two is lesser than some
Since your eyes only see
A one sided mystery

I have in my past counted
Sheep in sleep of shrouded
Only to never fall back asleep
But rather  be more concerned and clouded

In the street across, I see faces, who see faces, who see traces of life waiting to lose out on the most important things. I see a child smile as he gets his packet of chocolate or pepsi. I see a wannabe shopkeeper waiting for his chance to be rich. I see young men smiling at little girls pass by. I see people who would otherwise seem quiet, talk. I don quite get what they say to each other, but I overhear some discussion about the way all life should be. But is it so simple and pompous at the same time to assume we are so deserving? Is it wrong to want when you are not divine or at least called to the same holiness.
I hear my friend defend his religion and I listen to his heart speak of evil while his mouth slanders. My other acquaintances deliver their twist of the situation and object the truth, but what is the truth? This is so confusing! How do I live with these truths? But, they say there is one truth. Who are they? 

I was amazed and angered
Sat there waiting to be tampered
But I watched myself go
Leave all that flow

I walked across the hall
I calmed my spirit from all
I suddenly designed my thoughts
To be manufactured from talks.

How did I come to surpass
Illusions in a blind curve
Defunct, destroyed and delivered
At your doorstep they surrendered.

While all this took place in my head
While all this replayed in my bed
I gloomed over the glass
Sipped another of my best, fast.