My Pen Doth Here Compel [Sonnet]

I’d stop to indulge in my cursed writer’s rut,

And cease to perch beneath the spiky pine,

Like the winter snow my thoughts doth jut,

Beside a flame, on delicious dreams dine,

No forest bequeath or mountain’s soul call,

Just the spring of my writer’s pen approach,

As doth many a story on these blank pages fall,

The chilly snow, nigh the singing wind encroach,

Perhaps my mind in another universe doth roam,

Witness to more then what the eyes here fathom,

Like a child’s delight in summer’s soft moan,

Stories of Mermaids dwelling in nature’s bosom,

Star by star and sun by sun, stories here themselves doth tell,

Of beautiful Queens and Kings of valor, my pen doth here compel.

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades, don’t deny it

You have tried so hard to fail

You know you’ve tried it

Perhaps you should have taken a different color

What with a heart that’s black

Now you just want to hide it

But no one told you where you were headed

No one cared to ask what you wanted

So now you just helplessly fight it

They set the rules without your knowing

Spread the deck on the table glowing

And among cheer and laughter sliced it

You wish every time so hard you wouldn’t win

Your hand so evil the game it always wouldn’t spin

But you just fail every time you try it

In this deck of falling cards, where nothing remains

You wish a hand to hold you had, but it pains

And every night you just mop and cry it

You dream the Red Queen, her smile on you would clean

It never will work, there is a red King

It’s just a dream no matter how you apply it

Think about it lonely Mister Ace of Spades, think about it

When winning is not the prize itself

Just an excuse to pack cards and hide it

Perhaps you should tell yourself that it’s just a game

No one ever won a hand, it’s all the same

But it won’t work because you’ll never find it

Lonely Mister Ace of Spades, don’t deny it

You have tried so hard to fail

You know you’ve tried it

Perhaps you should have taken a different color

What with a heart that’s black

Now you yourself despise it

Ruins Of Those Clouds

Is it the silver streaking from the Sun?

Or the pain of it lying blotched on the horizon?

Who painted it, bloodied it, knows no one

It’s the color fit with the tune of what this night is

Is it the scars of the purple crying Moon?

Or the bleeding in the sky of its sad hue?

Who scratched it, ripped it, mollified it?

 

Only the drunk tide understands, never tries to fight it

Is it the myriad white pricks leaking in the Sky?

Or just the palm of my feelings stuck there to dry?

Who annexed it, stripped it, pinstriped it?

Perhaps it’s the egg in the head, but we’ll never find it

Is it the ruined pieces of those ancient clouds?

Or the trumpets of the tears of its falling sounds?

Who tore it, discolored it; who despised it?

It’s time, that forlorn invisible wretch staring at his own joke. 

With A Smile That His Lips Had Seduced [Song]

* I have had this story in my head for quite some time now, but it dosen't seem to be coming out the way its supposed to. And this is not the story to be honest. This is just part of it. Probably the end bit. Anyways, I'll keep trying till it dosen't. This was not the first attempt, but its as far as it has gone till now. I seem to be lacking that thing called 'trance' or something like that. I usually get it almost every time I write. A trance, not the drug thing, but kind of like the Indian thing. Kind of like I am in some other universe and my words are the world sort of thing. Cant explain. Anyways. All comments are welcome. Improvement I know is needed. Will try again in a couple of days.

The judge, he banged his gavel

Called for the defense to explain

As the jury sat in boredom

Hoping to be entertained

While John, his hands tied down

Stepped upon the wooden stand

And waited for all the questions

While his answers, a parrot’s cram

All his answers a parrot’s cram

Hungrily the papers ate all the crumbs

And flew to illustrate to the crowd

Not what John had really done

But what his defense had thrown about

In our minds it was documented

Different from how it really happened

The actual scam having been scented

We given an image of another crime

We were given an image of another crime

After all the screaming and bargaining

When everyone was utterly confused

The defender asked the judge quietly

If Jack was pardoned and excused

And the judge gladly asked the jury

What was to be done to the accused?

They reached a verdict of not guilty

And the judge was clearly amused

And the judge was clearly amused

And the cuffs of John’s haunting crime

Came off upon the victims time

Amongst the tears of those left behind

John walked out of the court with pride

With a smile that his lips had seduced

With a smile that his lips had seduced

While the law and verdict were confused

With a smile that his lips had seduced

Rabbit Tied Around Their Eyes [Song]

Everyone’s wearing a stamp on their forehead

Light bulbs hanging bright around their neck

Been walking to where they were asked to go

This just a song, so I won’t mind my head

Just a song that was written while sitting on a tree

Just some words that fall but become part of nothing

Hollow smoke rings stuck in a thick chunk of time

This just a song, so my head I really won’t mind

Silver sun burning inside and out of their brains

Golden goose churning in the pants of crime

But no one is learning, not even pretending

But this just a song, so my head I won’t mind

Just a song written while I was feeling like a fruit

Just some words that came out as I spoke like a brute

They mean nothing, Bonking Jupiter’s, Oopsy Daisy

It’s just a song, so my mind I won't let crazy

The fingers have grown claws that need to be painted

Songs are sung, as by people, other people get sainted

And in all of this chaos no one notices that God has fainted

But it’s just a song, by someone absolutely demented

Written atop an ancient hymn lying on the ocean floor

Just some thoughtless words upon thought’s non-existing door

But what does it matter, when no one is keeping the score

It’s just a song, not that you’d use your head anymore

Paper pads for memories and a rubber ball connecting the Gene

When the wild wolf howls, they think it’s a cucumber they mean

But this high crimson bridge of teeth is nothing like I had seen

It’s just a song, what does it matter where my mind has been

Just a song written while sitting inside a broken teapot

Just some words that in the war had been long forgot

Glazing ceramic eyes that see the world as it is not

This just a song, over which my mind right now is caught

Everyone’s wearing a rabbit around their eyes

Soft flesh protecting them from reacting to the mice

For surely if the eye does not see, then the ear can’t hear

This just a song, I wont break my head I fear

Just a song written while I was speaking to the caterpillar

Just some words that we drank from the cold damp cellar

A dream for my mouth and its curling vicious propeller

This just a song, but is it just my head or does your head feel any better?

It’s just a song

It’s just a song

Don’t take me wrong

It’s just a song.

What Would You Believe?

There had been only two rings. He was praying the operator take the call. Just take it right then. Without delay. He was sweating as he prayed. Shivering. Squashed in his closet, he just hoped that they would come before…

- Yes Sir, how may I help you? The bored voice of a young girl painting her nails asked in an inhuman, distant tone. A programmed voice of flesh.

- There is a burglary going on in my house, there are two big sharks. I think they will kill me if they find me. I am hiding in my closet. His voice was shaking, as he whispered in to his cell phone. Fear had taken over him. He was dreading to be found by the sharks. Please send the police urgently. Please. He begged.

- Sir?

- Please! He whispered in his desperation. Wet in his sweat by now.

- Ok, Sir. I’ll see what I can do. Even more distant now. Pranks of the night; she thought.

The operator hung up, and laughing, told the girl sitting next to her about the call. And then with tortoise fingers alerted the paramedics, instead of the police.

By the time the paramedics arrived, the house had been cleaned up. There were marks of saline water all over the carpet as they entered. Wet. The rooms smelt of sea fish. Damp and salty.

They searched the house, and found a body in the closet. Torn to pieces. A sharp broken shark tooth stuck to a piece of flesh from the upper body.

Surprise.