Things To Think

I want to free

The chains of thoughts 

my mind are shackled in,

Hard and Heavy.

I want to free

The dungeon of broken dreams 

my soul lies weeping in,

Teary and dreary.

I want to free 

The light that is 

ebbing into darkness,

within the rims of my eyes.

I want to free

The tongue that lies twisted and coiled

with unsaid words and angst,

Like a venomous reptile.

I want to free

That blank space in the gyri

when I want to use it

good somehow.

I want to free

Your thoughts you keep hiding

from me like a, 

Butler in disguise.

I want to free 

every sharp string of silver

that is cutting through our souls,

bleeding us in a maze of desire.

I want to free

All those peoples souls 

who prevent us from 

being just us.

I want to free myself of 

Such vindictive thoughts.

That is not going to help,

For it all becomes just a 

mere floating idea.

Then I breathe in,

Sweet and cold

To gravitate.

Go to sleep 

Lull, my child.

For in the morning

we shall wake

to newer sermons of 

Freedom

in Our class.

The Cat Buddha

Kitty li'l Kitty
What upon you meditate?
So calm and despicable
Those whirly-whirly eyes.

You sit and stare at that
Some tree unknown to me,
And then its the wall behind
Like a prisoner waiting to flee.

Kitty li'l Kitty
Look at how many times
I crossed you,
Huffing and panting like a swine
But I think its panther-like divine.

So I know why you don't look at me
Even though you are a God to
People of The Misr
You are as silly as that old foolish
Hag
A puckered emotional mis'r.

Kitty li'l Kitty
I shall feed you milk t'night,
As long as I remember
To hoard in some sweet jam
For my brains by twilight!

Don't be like those around you
Those two legged freaks,
Shadows and flesh alike
They seem to rot and reek.

Wolves by day
Ghouls by night,
They stuff, snort, snore and sigh,
They think they know
They think they dream
But they are trapping themselves
To delight.

Kitty li'l Kitty
Come be with me
You and me and the one-in-hiding,
Shall jump out and over the wall
And set ourselves free.
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Only if you wag your tail,
No cold smirk, teeth
Or eyes,
And snitch some food
And little pools of whitey milk
In a pail of moonlight.

Image courtesy: Whiska