Moods

No Christmas in December~

Wounds are healed with time, 

yet this time my wound is too 

painful too heal; death came 

too claim my father's soul~

 

Now sadness, confused tears,

and laments are heard 

throughout my home; this year

and those too follow there will

be no Christmas in December~

 

No present, gift, nor condolence

will bring my father back too life;

God selfishly took him away....

no holy night, far from silent; 

mother's cry awaken my 

slumber~

 

Burning the pain into the night 

does not contemplate the 

feelings within; a dirty glass 

brings stale memories....after 

taste of death on my lips~

 

The night before you will find 

me on one, maybe two binges 

of a chemical romance,  by the 

seventh binge I will be satisfied 

if my eyelids find rest~

 

Unhappy holidays without

decorative lights and a pine tree 

to display....while most will be 

merry, I will bury my father; for

you see there is no Christmas in 

December anymore~   

 

R.I.P {DAD} 

08/19/1950- 12/11/2014

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

R.I.P DAD!!!

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MILKA'S MOODS.

The trouble I had
getting out
this morning
Milka said

 

as she met you
by the bridge
her bicycle
resting

 

against the hedge
her hair unkempt 
her eyes ablaze 
the jeans

 

and bright red top
hands on hips
cigarette hanging
from her lower lip

 

she(her mother)
giving me
the 3rd degree
where was I going

 

and why?
and O
I could have
pulled my hair out

 

and stuffed it
here she paused
and breathed in deep
and said

 

good to see you
she added
blowing out
and trying on

 

a smile for size
hi
you said
not been

 

a good start then
no
she said
had to rush around

 

like a blue arsed fly
to get the chores
done in time
and then I had

 

to creep out
before she knew
I'd gone
and my brothers

 

didn't help
they knew
I was meeting you
but still they

 

egged her on
you smiled
yes that's what
brothers do

 

I guess
not funny
she said
seeing you smile

 

I wanted to see you
and after the last time
and well
that parting kiss

 

left a lot
to be desired
you stopped smiling
and put on an

 

I’m sorry I smiled
kind of face
and yes I should have
left with a better kiss

 

kind of look
so where
are we going then?
you said

 

not the cinema
sitting in the dark
watching others smooch
while we sit there

 

like dummies
eating popcorn
or ice creams
wasting

 

valuable time
she said
OK
you said

 

what about we ride
to the big river
and sit beside it
and catch up

 

on some
serious kissing
and talking
and stuff

 

stuff?
she said frowning
stuff?
you know

 

cuddling and such
she pulled a face
and then went
and got her bike

 

and you both rode
along the lane
to the main road
then rode further

 

until you came
to the big river
and dismounted
and walked along side

 

the river bank
pushing the bikes
she still silent
the air fresh

 

birds in the trees
and flying
now and then
across

 

the wide river
and she laid
her bike down
and sat

 

on the grass
by the river bank
the bushes
giving shelter

 

the river running
at a steady pace
you sat beside her
taking in

 

her stare
her silence
like the grave
her hands

 

on her knees
her knees together
you ever fished here?
you asked

 

no
she said
not here
the smaller river

 

with my brothers
when I was younger
she looked at you
her eyes

 

scanning you
it's not you
I’m angry with
its her

 

(her mother)
all this
where are you going
and why stuff 

 

makes me so boiling
so I could bite
my arm
kind of thing

 

she said
then smiled
and you smiled too
yes I guess

 

people get you
that way at times
and she sighed
and looked out

 

at the water
the air breathed in
and you looking
at the sky

 

said
it's going
to be a good day
and kissed her shoulder

 

and she turned
and kissed your lips
and the whole
my mother

 

doesn't understand me
and I could stuff
my pulled out hair
up her arse

 

kind of thought
drifted away
on the kissing lips
and eyes closed

 

and hands resting
and hugging each other
you smelling
her perfume

 

(her mother's borrowed)
and she forgetting
and forgiving
her mother.

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The New Me

I scratch, I scream, I yell, I pain, I suffer, I am diminished

My thoughts race without control,

From negative to negative, with the positives not sustaining a fluid thought long enough to counter the dark.

 

The simplest things, the most pleasurable things in the world,

Feel like torture.

I am tortured daily as I navigate this world that I see through despair.

 

I miss the beauty of the former me,

I miss the hope, passion and joy.

Those are but a memory in the feelings that have dominated my life,

 

But they are inexplicable,

They remain only personal.

No one else can understand my pain,

They can just hear about it.

But my pain is mine and I feel it in solitude.

 

I isolate myself,

There’s nothing worth sharing, doing, seeing.

I would rather medicate my pains away, but I must not.

The path to get rid of my pain the quickest,

is indeed the path toward pain the quickest.

But my pain is now, and the latter path is later.

 

But I must wait,

I must suffer with this pain,

the grim, the bleak, the desperate, the dark.

 

I long for the me I once knew.

Degenerates...

body locked,

shotgun cocked,

my mind is on overload as the clock tick tocks,

as my body rocks,

hardened, im laying in a corner,

cooped up im alone, afraid

and nothing seems to go my way,

and I'm stuck broken blocked...

tick tock tick tock

bleeding out my seconds,

bleeding out my memory and all i want is seconds,

he reckons i'm loosing the plot,

just fuck it write down all you got,

im in a hurricane of waivers

no names

no mistakes

no you

no me

no I or it

I want to fucking get over this shit

which bit?

until the truth starts coming out

as I spout

words of needless rhymes

in time to no verse

you've heard with mine

take my time

line after line

2 years is long when you stuck in time

Im broken

and soaking in

a comatose conumdrum

no one succumbs them

I overwhelm their slumber

as thunder eeks out of forever growing fear

tearing it all up and disgarding the cheer

as i leer so close to a vacant edge

I'm loosing myself

am I already dead

In my head the colors they swoon my thoughts

ambled in displacement

my care is gone

my flair is gone

I suffer on a page

this what my talent generates

a last line

of behind time

breaking a wall which aiant so fine

Im breaking mind

breaking will

I've tortured motivation

as I let it see failure

just so I could mail, whore

don't know what this fucking image is for

I sufficate in corruption

of mine taking

talking too fast

I've lost a line

and memory can't serve a damn fuckin thing

just a suffication of want

was to be

and remembering

of lost time

red rings of fortune are too lost to find

and in my mind

there's just mixed words

just pout it all out

no matter how absurd

can they see the pain in the words

as I tear them out of mind's warp

and straggler's are cauight

they deficate

loosing the managable control

too late

I'm sinking in rhyme

dousing it in flame

I'm sick of being called my old fucking name

begin to retain

engage on first wave

I just got to think before degenerates....

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GREY

Folder: 
Poems in Colors

Grey was neutral until the TRG gang claimed it.

I wear Grey bandanas in the summer for work;

I cannot help it if my demeanor leans back.

Grey is dull; a mood that swings back and forth.

Grey is maturity; my grandpa’s hair is completely

Grey almost White, that’s from his life’s experience,

a full set too!

Grey is a mixture of Black and White colors.

I drive a Grey car now; never mind, its Silver, surfing

across the hood is Grey paint spots…over sprayed!

Recently, I bought a pair of Grey Puma low-cut

sneakers, with Grey jeans, and a Grey T-shirt to match

with Green money.

Grey skies before it rains, Grey clouds when it thunder’s,

Grey days to follow if no sunshine after the storm.

Thoughts could be Grey if not pursued with interest.

I have no interest in reading 50 shades of grey; one shade

is compromising enough.

Different tone and variations of Grey throughout an art

piece by Josh Wigger I owe.

Did I mention I look stylish in Grey apparel; you guess

right, another favorite color.

When we die Grey will become our corpses before rotting

in our graves; Grey, it’s not everybody’s look.   

Author's Notes/Comments: 

GREY, are you OKAY?

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On Keeping Tabs Of Mind.

I have shoe loose

Trips train of thought

In lace untied

And scattered mind

Is lost inside

Entangled head

Untidy round

Eyes listless blue

The night is on

No Sun is home

Moonblind my eyes

I feel waylaid

In this dark maze

Just seeing stars

Way overhead

As then I bump

Into a girl

In whose face

There looms a tic

Of eyebrow quick

About the figures

Her features take

As my heart sinks

To fish for pearls 

I laughed

I laughed the other day so hard ! That I couldn't stop laughing because it was for no reason ! I laughed soo much because im living my life and I should be happy! I was coolin it out nd I was laughing . I laughed I laughed I laughed ! Nd I appreciated the moments that I could never take back for once I laughed so much that I noticed my true face when I laugh ! The shit was funny man so I laughed . But when I laughed I stop after awhile because you never laugh with me ! So it became sad so I cried ! Wishing that person u like to laugh with was right by your side :(

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Brittany DaQueen 

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When Your Rose blossoms

When your red lips trembles, wild Rose blossoms
In my starry nights, and in my half sleep, it dreams
It reveals the elegance of your red colored cheeks
And brings precious stones on the desert peeks
when the water in the oasis form like a pearl
By way of the sacred reflections of your veil
Then, when a little drop of rain drops and falls
We both together look at the sky and hails
With the full of elegance in your presence
We both feel and swallow the lovely essence
You will make the stones into a small whirl:
You breathe the natural fragrance of the air
Then the cool breeze brings to heart a new fair
Oh my divine beloved, for me, a lot you care
All my bad deeds and sins, you always bear

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyrist of yester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which will be held during September, this year, according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association. Williamsji was born on 23, April 1954 in Kalettumkara village, Thrissur District, Kerala State, in India. Williams George, popularly known as Williamsji, Irinjalakuda during early 1970’s wrote simple romantic, enchanting lyrics in Malayalam language , scribbling from four lines to fourteen lines ( called a sonnet ) wrote as many lyrics suitable to depict in love scenes of Malayalam movies from his school days onwards at Don Bosco English Medium High School.
Later while he was a college student, released his first work of lyrics titled “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) in Malayalam during 1973. He was attending Christ College in Irinjalakuda for his Bachelors degree in Commerce . He was elected as the Magazine Editor of Christ College during 1976, while Emergency declared in India. Since then he was producing himself manuscript magazines, namely “Kalithoni’ for Shardaya Study Circle of Kallettumkara and “Shilpy”, another manuscript magazine for Irinjalakuda Sakhti Mathrubhumi study circles. He was much fascinated with the poetry lessons of his Master in English literature K.Sachidananan, Professor in English at Christ College during 1970s. Also popular Malayalam Literary Critic Mampuzha Kumaran inspired him in developing the poetic talents which was dormant in him. He turned to writing lyrics and penned nearly 300 songs for popular Malayalam film journals, specially for “Cinerama” , a popular cine weekly during 1970’s published from Quilon in Kerala under the guidance of prominent Malayalam writer cum editor late Kambiserry Karunakaran. The he became a regular contributor to many Malayalam monthly journals and weekly publications, writing poems, lyrics, short stories, novels, screen plays and film criticisms. From among those published lyrics, of Williamsji , Late T.V.Kochubhava, prominent story writer and a close associate of Williamsji, selected nearly 100 lyrics from his collection of literary works and published with a title “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) during 1973 which is the first published literary work of Williamsji. Though he was successful as a lyricist, his wish was to become a script writer. To fulfil that, he became the Assistant Script Writer of Late A.C. Sabu, the only Cine Journalist of that time and a close associate of Kanmani Films director Late Ramu Kariyat (Chemmeen fame) who brought the first Silver Award to Malayalam Film for the best feature film during the year 1970. Williamsji was also associated with the screen play works of many black and white films during 1970s . Williamsji left Christ College after completing his Post Graduation in Commerce (M.com). He, then worked in UAE for over thirty years with Emirates Telecommunication Corporation (Etislatat) Ras AL Khiamah and Thurayya Satelite communications (Abu Dhabi). The award is for his current poetry collections named as “MAA SALAMA ” (With Peace..) and for “POLIVACHANAPORULUGHAL” (Revelations of Bluffed words) , both will be released by H & C Books, Trichur, shortly.
Williamsji (Williams George) was a Freelance writer for “ Gulf News”, “Khaleej Times” and “The Gulf Today”, three popular English Daily News papers, published from UAE and Columnist for Malayalam News , the first Malayalam daily paper published from Saudi Arabia.

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Lust

Passion burst into flames,
Aspiration alluring to flares
it’s about all that she can bear.
Flesh on flesh, lips on lips
she cries out but no sound exists.
Her touch is like fire; eyes are flames
voice is song; lips are grapes;
She is my own women
The soul in the body weeps
And is dispensing with every thrust;
entangled as we both are in trust;
passion and desire
embrace hand in hand.

By Williamsji Maveli

Email:williamsji@yahoo.com

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyrist of yester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which will be held during September, this year, according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association. Williamsji was born on 23, April 1954 in Kalettumkara village, Thrissur District, Kerala State, in India. Williams George, popularly known as Williamsji, Irinjalakuda during early 1970’s wrote simple romantic, enchanting lyrics in Malayalam language , scribbling from four lines to fourteen lines ( called a sonnet ) wrote as many lyrics suitable to depict in love scenes of Malayalam movies from his school days onwards at Don Bosco English Medium High School.
Later while he was a college student, released his first work of lyrics titled “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) in Malayalam during 1973. He was attending Christ College in Irinjalakuda for his Bachelors degree in Commerce . He was elected as the Magazine Editor of Christ College during 1976, while Emergency declared in India. Since then he was producing himself manuscript magazines, namely “Kalithoni’ for Shardaya Study Circle of Kallettumkara and “Shilpy”, another manuscript magazine for Irinjalakuda Sakhti Mathrubhumi study circles. He was much fascinated with the poetry lessons of his Master in English literature K.Sachidananan, Professor in English at Christ College during 1970s. Also popular Malayalam Literary Critic Mampuzha Kumaran inspired him in developing the poetic talents which was dormant in him. He turned to writing lyrics and penned nearly 300 songs for popular Malayalam film journals, specially for “Cinerama” , a popular cine weekly during 1970’s published from Quilon in Kerala under the guidance of prominent Malayalam writer cum editor late Kambiserry Karunakaran. The he became a regular contributor to many Malayalam monthly journals and weekly publications, writing poems, lyrics, short stories, novels, screen plays and film criticisms. From among those published lyrics, of Williamsji , Late T.V.Kochubhava, prominent story writer and a close associate of Williamsji, selected nearly 100 lyrics from his collection of literary works and published with a title “Ragha Pooja” (Offerings to Love) during 1973 which is the first published literary work of Williamsji. Though he was successful as a lyricist, his wish was to become a script writer. To fulfil that, he became the Assistant Script Writer of Late A.C. Sabu, the only Cine Journalist of that time and a close associate of Kanmani Films director Late Ramu Kariyat (Chemmeen fame) who brought the first Silver Award to Malayalam Film for the best feature film during the year 1970. Williamsji was also associated with the screen play works of many black and white films during 1970s . Williamsji left Christ College after completing his Post Graduation in Commerce (M.com). He, then worked in UAE for over thirty years with Emirates Telecommunication Corporation (Etislatat) Ras AL Khiamah and Thurayya Satelite communications (Abu Dhabi). The award is for his current poetry collections named as “MAA SALAMA ” (With Peace..) and for “POLIVACHANAPORULUGHAL” (Revelations of Bluffed words) , both will be released by H & C Books, Trichur, shortly.
Williamsji (Williams George) was a Freelance writer for “ Gulf News”, “Khaleej Times” and “The Gulf Today”, three popular English Daily News papers, published from UAE and Columnist for Malayalam News , the first Malayalam daily paper published from Saudi Arabia.

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