/ˈvɑmɪt/

4:41 am

circa 1990

Rain cold damp

Receipt $31.17 Jim's Liquor Corner Market.

Jelly beans 

hot dog 

donuts 

potato chips 

french fries 

pocorn 

ice cream 

cookies...

(Conscious) 'Hungry'.

"No,shut up god damn it!!!"

5:30 am.

Thinking..'Fuck I'm full"

Mirror refection-

Music..Bananafishbones

•Look at the piggy 

Piggy in the mirror•

Joy division in the porclien god,

Ah the banshees in the vile

the kraftwork in the retch.

Disgorge

Regurgitate

Eject

Expel 

Nausate.

Tomorrow

Abhor the self.

Repeat.

Sovran

Age will not define

the frown below the brow

wrinkled grace behind the smile.

 Bones brittle of fractured rust,

ashen skin of flushed with dust,

heart eroded ,slow clatter of a Victorian metronome.

Do you like tea,sweet child?

Or baked gingerbread from the oven hearth?

A millennium I have lived,

with the song of childrens' laughter,

glee and merriment in juvenal Queen's tomfoolery.

Whence does one hidden in the wildwood,

Gallivant free, subservient of

antiquated epoch 

or archaic time.

The bedlames call,

shall mute the silentium of a child's soverienity.

-Surdna-

It was the day of light,

where time ever added itself with my youth,

A skyline of summer of blue,thine eyes of azure.it had to be the dancer,

Beauty which stopped time,

A ballerina of poetry in the sight of calliope endeavour

VNaugyt to believe in love

Visionary eternaluzed,

Heaven's blessed redeemedb unblinded,

One heart sonettersung immortalized.

Never have I forgotten,my dear.

-Strom -

"Sreabhadh",

 she speaks,
whilst the tide pulls,
a body forward,
bended shape..mishap,
epaulet upon the mountain of thought.

Push amongst the shore of forlorn,
leaving is not so strong,
one wants to rob the air,
to flourish the breath from lung.

They speak..
'love which does not belong here'.

From word..the lines blend
into flesh,
that which flows from the passage.
Lo! The book has been read,
cannot the fable be told different,
not this ending,
not to cease,
it cannot conform to the emotion,
another farewell..

"Stromen",
I speak,
whilst the ebb evolves,
a body forth,
gnarled shape..mistaken,
thrown upon the knoll of ideation.

-Love -

The love of one so rare,
who is no longer here,
it takes your life alone,
to have known this one alone.
Her heart was kind,
her face so divine,
to wake with just a start,
to the kind of love she gave away.
Part of her heart,
there was one,
that I have ever known,
who is missed,
and I feel so alone alone.
Love you,mom...........

(In memorandum..Jacqueline Archer 1925-2005)
Written by M.K..Prem 2008

- Oíche Tiarnas -

Let stars divide,
the dominion of self,
where sight can see as kindle diamond.
Here amongst skyline-
"No one can hurt you,now."
Dusk remembers shadows,.... echo,
content, the sadness lets me be whole.

Stronger silence no longer deafening,
through occurrences past,
edges of Sumerian dazzle blue eyes,
to see cleaner, a homage given in childhood.
Can I still dream?

And define what love poetical has broken,

through nervous palms, invisible,
Yet gone.

Farther still knowledge,
on horizon of question,
let shapes stir, night stretches frail,
transparent.. and slept-
through memoirs given by years,
whisperings smile,
at emergence dawn.

- In Heliopolis Henna -

- In Heliopolis Henna -

Do not let

The giving of life

For this

An empty foretelling hand of ash.

This does not have to hurt,

To bruise the cheek of placid,

Why live if empty truth,

Becomes shallow misgiving.

Believe the night,

The shadows know whispers,

And dreams writ,

In the shade of time's erase.

Walk once more,

Where lights shuns,

The human of being.

Be not sad,

Death has graced you,

The birth rite of Her,

By taking what you love so,child.

Know Her name,

Like stain of faith's last etching,

On palms stained in Heliopolis henna.

Let not-

Given the life... for this.

Andar Só

She may walk alone...

Folded in the blur of faith,

That which mistakes tears,

For the anger of humility.

Don the crown of grimace,

Upward told in the lines of heart,

Never forget the morn,

When life had glory and enchantment,

The miracles of shame,

Have no presence here.

Meek stranger to the lands of humanness,

Which must never shame the beauty,

Of smile betoken in the nature of kind eyes.

That which she so doth love in life,

She shall not walk alone..

-itaipu -

We have traveled the land of sun,
To be unregenerate upon return,
Sol has redeemed us blanched natives,
Of strength and chorister virtues.
Claim us not a stranger nor foreign,
We know the pages of light,
Our family Gehenna,
By lore and Itaipu love,
We gain the skyline of heart.

-Truth of Dark- (ความจริงของสี)

For if sought in dark,

the sweet embers of mind,

take not the memory to perish,

to reach at the engrossed,

to far where shadowed faces,

leave like names searched for speech.

The offer of life sustains and depletes,

the rich of soul and the weak of fortune;

it is when sought..the Stygian becomes light

and moonlight hinders washed sunlit facades.

Nyx Embedded

For here one can forget,
The mistaken.
The token.

Many names whispered in the dark,
Seeing the hue with eyes closed,
the night can only venture truth.

Echoes foretold in the name of God,
Many lies taken from the tongue,
Walking silent in the reciprocal insanity of wake.
The evening burns the palms,
Pallor,ashen..the writhed.

If she can twist the soul inward,
A backward instant of calamity,
Death of memory,
Would be the resolute,
Yet ..she betakes the breath,
Where walks breath of penance,
Doors locked of slumber.

And the lies remain to the coward,
Standing in dormant,
The mind of a jester,
Ungrounded with many breathes,
Expired by morning.

Lady Of Hóngsè Coat - 红 色

When time traces no worth,

To the bushido grace,

May the fall of cherry blossom,

Ornament the fallen merit,

To delicate the humbled purity,

To warmth woven in saffron hues of winter.

The wonder of sad heart,

Not beguiled by wealth nor imperialism,

The comfort of animal at beggars side.

To be richer in wisdom,

Then the gluttoned man of jewel.

The compassion of a journey barren,

By what beauty the urban sights lost.

Why this blind?

Dear master of koan heart,

How sanzen in the forlorner,

No water harmony in rain to refrain,
The pain of stranger enfolded in the city dwelling.

Not a bed for the wander whose heart is...

A mother nurtured,a daughter forgotten,

A sister whose family long the name of her,

A women whom handsome man did truly love..

It is of gift to be still kindness,

The hand of I,

Had but a tattered loaf of bread,

For the women of red coat,

The beauty of a miser to remember tears in eyes,

The lesson of suffer,

When time traces no worth.