I AM....someday I WILL BE

Tuesday 22nd July 2014

I'm a rockstar inside.
Not the metal breathing, pungent smelling kind,
I'm a rockstar who can spew love
Like I have a magma rind.

I am an artist too.
A painter, a pianist, a dancer,
I perform.

Putting all of me on silver plates
for you to pick off of.

I'm a rebel inside.
A wanton on Go Go heels, dancing for pleasure,
To my ego-crushing power play
Maiming at leisure.

I sit and I think. I wake up to survive.
I perform it's true, but only for my eyes.

Someday I'll be all that, even more than I hope.

Till then,
I'll create, a pretty matrix, of living cells and
Nonsense.

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Thursday 17th July 2014

I have a river.

It's hidden in a pocket in my grey.

Filed carefully in heavy metal boxes.

Right next to the confusing statements about love,

And frothy ocean side sprays,

Of the time we lay on sidewalks and watched

the stars aging.

The river controls me.

Days on end its liquid infects me.

In monsoon it ingests its banks and becomes a monster.

Infested with pinks and purples

Lotuses, conveniently staging the monstrosity as reverence.

My river has a course, all of its own

Forgets it resides solely in my mind.