Voices In My Head #10

Well here is the 10th anniversary issue. I decided to make it a poetry issue because i did. So here are some poems i dug up from the back yard, enjoy the show, but keep your feet off the furniture...........well i'm waiting....thats better.

Pain ...

As twilight dropped it's curtains and the sun began to fade
I walked the path of loneliness, watching the clouds parade
They roared and poured in anger as I sat unfeeling in the rain
A single emotion stirred within me, an acute awareness of pain.
My thoughts were engulfed in a new prison
In my eyes the watery pearls had already risen
Blurring my vision they caressed my face
I knew not why they increased their pace.
But why, oh why of all moments now does
the intruder chose to invade ?
I ached to escape from his painful clutches
Shirk the diffidence shake of those crutches
Desensitized to the world against a stone wall
There seemed no corner of warmth at all
A sense of pride welled up inside
No one would ever look behind the hyde
Of the person so strong and always in good cheer
So much more humane who can feel and fear
I would fight my battles as I've always done
For, I believe in me more than anyone.

Rekha Kamath 1995

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Banging my Head Against the Wall

Banging my head against the wall:
I want my life to flash before my eyes.
For years I have faced my impending death,
Yet nothing.
Memories, both sweet and cutting,
Have hid themselves
In the crevasses of my mind.
Other people spin by slowly
Accepting now
Accepting now,
But I need it all
At every moment
And I can't have it;
Banging my head.
and there is a place
within the shadows
where a man can find a home
no not a real home
but a place to leave one's mind
cause you know we don't need it
the mind merely makes our lives difficult
users abusers mindless sex zombies
these are the happy ones
and life imitates life
a statement
merely that
nothing more
but it can kill
and it can tear you assunder
for it is the mindless responce to a mind
and that is the dangerous part
where is this going
nowhere
except perhaps
to that place
death comes in small packages
and i think that's just fine
keep 'em on their toes
me i'll open them up big and small
i don't really care tonight

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This Monkey

I have the power
To fold each of the three joints
On each of my digits
Slowly.

They tell us I can't.
Not built that way.
But this monkey
Doesn't believe them.

I can't be stopped;
No mere skin
Can hold me back
Like that.

Sure, they'll give me shoes
But I can still
Exercise my freedom
To grasp.

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Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

..the end (fin)