When you need a break
Where is the link?
Submit? Blink! Blink!
Knees jerk; Oliver Twists
Occupy the space.
Felt like throwing up.
This torture
Of being a leftover
Lasted for five minutes,
Seemed though
Like five centuries.
Why did they do this to me?
This site, their domain?
Not my own?
Because I’m colored, huh?
They don’t have the guts
To face my broken words?
Or hang on, is it an oversight?
Then, by his grace
The index finger,
Just beside YOU! clicks on the +
Oh? Is it? How come!
How convenient, user-friendly
It has become, for all of us!
I guess it’s never too late
To share and confess,
When you need a break.
Note: Not sure if it’ll be ‘when’ or ‘that’ in the last line.
Anyway, I will be back soon. Need to be in seclusion for some time. Catch you later, you white alligators. I hope you know white rhino is a mistranslation though. 😉
In a while, brown crocodile…
Crocodiles are green. There’s a lot in Wimbledon right now.
The white Alligators are flogging dodgy tickets.
this is a man’s world unfortunately, nobody can take a valid break, we all have to watch male egos pecking each other for various unimportant reasons.
Feminist!
yes, Feminists, Feminists Everywhere!! and Liberals, Liberals Everywhere! and Racists too, but not any Russians, so something is wrong.
No Macho snarky remarks intended from me. I was just making a joke about the ENDLESS tennis coverage on BBC at the moment. (perhaps a little dig at Lacoste)
I said in poem once upon a time that feminism is a submarine full of patriarchal torpedoes
that all this is not bullshit or cowshit but herdcrap
but generally this is a man’s world and boys and girls usually have to witness fights between men. or something like that.
You all should be ashamed of yourselves having fun like this. After all you are authors, just like August Strindberg… 😉
August Strindberg was well-known for being a drunk troubadour, a controversial philanderer and a misogynist, okay a good author too! Supratik’s right, the ‘white’ rhino, which is grey, should be the ‘wide’ rhino, being incorrectly translated from the original Dutch description. (source: David Brent). No more throwing stones in the glass village?
No more. YES! But I pelt flowers, always. Also I’m perpetually in paradox. 🙂
I know! I like August Strindberg also because he was a drunk troubadour. I get a hang of the world when I’m drunk. To the brim. With my world of words.
A glass village? What a remarkable way to perceive the world. You have a way with words Goth. Now I don’t know why I’m not able to edit and add… this seems like I’m increasing number of comments to gain attention. I hate this kind of marketing. Can someone help?
No more. YES! But I pelt flowers, always. Also I’m perpetually in paradox 🙂
funny but I thought of a glass-maker controlling such a village. An interesting thought which inspires me now.
Isn’t it? That’s why we need to keep talking. Good, bad, ugly… if you talk, something brilliant has got to come out, but if you stop talking, then you’re shutting down all possibilities don’t you think?
it depends on the mood. you can always talk with imaginary voices. the mind is limitless. one thing conscious existence always has is the creation of imaginary friends or foes to find your inner truths and lies.
Imaginary friends or foes! Nice. Very nice. Consciousness is the only truth is a belief per our wisdom traditions, and in that consciousness, there is no friend, no enemy… it’s the light that shines. When it shines in any individualized consciousness (soul), then the notion of good and bad, right and wrong disappears. You become the imagination, the imagined and the process of imagination. You become the lover, the process of loving and the beloved.
My next poem will be on lovemaking, and I’m already beginning to imagine exciting things happening in the glass village. What if everyone started having sex, will the glass break? Will the lovers still say ‘things are falling apart’! Literally!
I am suddenly filled with magicians in this glass village, the muggles are slowly disappearing from here.
mine too, started as a sci fi prose poem. weird coincidence!
I agree notions disappear, and when they do and you’re still there you need them to reappear, for another endless dialogue the perpetual reconciliation of opposing qualities. I used to ask “if there was a war between absolute yes and absolute no, which one would win?” most people said yes and it’s wrong. it would be no, yes would finally have to agree with no, and no till the end it would have to disagree with yes. so no has no opponent now? what does it do? it becomes a yes, searches for anything that disagrees with it to force… Read more »
Interesting. I think you are bringing in the notion of choice, black choice, and the conflict between yes and no (Camusian thought) all at once. In fact, they are all intertwined, cannot be seen in isolation. So yes to yin and yang. How to grow out of war has also been my favourite engagement since a long time. I couldn’t come to any concrete solution, in fact, I discovered many sub-wars hidden in the superset War. Physical, mental, psychological, socio-eco-political, visible, invisible, cold, hot, holy, unholy, micro (wars in families, between families and communities), macro (between countries), wars of habits,… Read more »
We are shameless bro. We are authors, but we’re not ashamed. Please don’t judge us. 🙂