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 | Dust and sweat! Moulded from this rocky dust Enwombed in the dark chamber of life After some dark and sweaty yearning I peeped blindly into this noisy world Smudged with streaks of blood and mucus After her sweaty groaning (More) |
| Nothing! In this tiny room I sit Grimacing and sweating Clinging this seat with mounting despair I frown and grunt Feel the trembling veins on my neck and down I curse and shake my head S (More) |
| Kick some gods! When they tell and retell it That God is a huge bearded giant Floating and chilling on the clouds With eyes huge and fiery like the sun Watching at dusk as at midnight (More) |
| The drum We just heard the drum again Echoing and beckoning Through that humid evening When the crows had started to yowl And the reticent sun hid behind the mountains We heard the soft palms of a novice And we knew it was that (More) |
| Let the people speak! This is to all of you Who whacked us and all For blazing seeds and their weeds When you clouted our sisters’ bottoms Winked at each other in staff rooms We saw you! Let the people speak! (More) |
| The Blind man He staggers into the carriage Tugged by the little sweaty palm Smeared by the many weary eyes Leans against a rail like a weary man Swings his keyboard from his b (More) |
| I am going! Mother and father Weep not for me When I am dead Dead from this battle A battle not of guns and napalm bombs Though bullets shall glide round my head And switchblades await me in the alleys I am going ther (More) |
| WHAT SHALL I SAY LORD? Above these dreamy and distant eyes? Perforating into my invisibles As if I shaved their feline companions Are they listening I wonder! Few have been dorning that camera grin Nodding, smiling and clueless Yet its those (More) |
| I SHALL ONE DAY I shall one day I shall stand Before thy people Not with honours or accololades Certainly not with regret or nostalgia But with my life Drenched in salty sticky sweat Percolating into dry thirsty dust (More) |
| Write and Run! Blast not from a thin hip These toothless gobblers of truth Who gagged the singers on the littered streets Blindfolded the dreamers at dawn To snigger with wine-flooded mouths And meat-clogged buccal cavities! (More) |
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