Mother

A pint size lady of barely 5ft

She was bright like the full moon

while her groom was like the black moon

She lived with him for barely 30 years

She became his wife, partner and at times teacher and mother

She bore him 2 sons to carry his name

Slogged for his family and fed his guest

for duty, not for fame

He fell to cancer and little pain

She stood and nursed him again

He fell out of life and into death

She could not stand and went amok

She lost her mind for a while

Jumping and wailing

Banging her head on the wall

Asking God for her groom again to call

She wanted to kiss his lips and say "I love you" again

Pity, time has robed her forever

She picked up herself to move on

for her 2 sons to carry on

In the light of day she seems fine

Earning wages for her to freely dine

In the cloak of night she hides her sorrow

In sadness with tears, she wets her pillow

Wedding Intro Poem

Welcome one welcome all

to our lovely hall

We have a ceiling not just a tent

which the groom is paying rent

To celebrate we’re here, let’s make it last

Our lives so short, this world so vast.

A philosopher and maiden fair,

a paisley tie and daisy-ed hair

Come to you for witness true,

Each and every one of you.

To profess their love and share it with

those who've had so much to give

those who taught them what they know,

upon whose love we chanced to grow.

This union will be different from

the weddings that you've seen done

No priest, no holy flame

No officer for which they have already been done

My name is Sashi, and with me is Kavitha

We'll be master of this ceremony

we can but guide... not preside;

that is left for the groom and bride.

They two will speak their words of love

And show about their wedding from far above

Civil ceremony in Richmond Park

They exchanged vows and their love is not apart

He tied the thali in Wandsworth Hall and made her his

A maiden for him to love and kiss.

Our bride and groom are ready to come,

So settle down dear friends, no matter where you’re from.

The poem above was the opening for my friends wedding while i was the Emcee

Stylus and sheet

Dove's feather would be thy stylus
Your thine breast as sheet
With golden honey as ink

Pen prose plainly on paired paper
Eraser errors erotically with thy tongue


The above verse was inspired from the song Mudhalvane from the tamil movie Mudhalvan

BR116 - Highway of hell

Highway of hell
Highway of hell
BR116
Highway of hell

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
She was force to wear a skimpy dress
Force to tempt with her un-grown breast
Walking down the highway of hell

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
the age of innocents and toys
she became more than a sexual toy
walking down highway of hell

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
too poor to have butter with bread
she sold herself to bring home bread
walking down highway of hell

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
where all men look like fathers
to her they were just fucking customers
walking down highway of hell

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
She gets sexually own
from a grown up beast, I won’t call him a man
She gets torn and thrown
Walking down highway of hell.

Age of innocence 11 or twelve
She smokes dope and takes coke
Lord, how do I show her hope!!!!
walking down highway to hell

Highway of hell
Highway of hell
Brazil - BR116
You stink
Highway of hell

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