the words will come
just let them

the words will pour forth
without prior consideration of the meaning they'll produce

sometimes words have a tendency to do that
those fickle little things

little grunts and clicks and hisses and waaahs
that somehow collaborate
better than any set of politicians the world has seen

or sometimes create more chaos
more confusion
more discord

than if they'd never been uttered

so be careful with those words
those fickle little things

conFusion

emotions RUN rampant

inDeCision

like the path of moonSoon windS

screams, Yells and cries

Music in discoRd

fear aLL around

elepHants traMple on grasses

grasses, NOWHERE to hide

young plead with old

OLD PLEAD WITH DEATH

I fell into discord
got used to this hole
But when you sang, your song
I realized
I could never go back
oh no no
no no no no....
I don't want to be here anymore.

as she
was dire
with heath
inside her
desire where
flattened scape
or aberrance
anywhere heathen
to her
debt and
foremost in
liability but
Lakshmi sheer
while glamour
laid deepest
cacophony in  
world today

a crock behind scot
is disheveled music
thus do The Philippines
in a discordant ritual of précis
entire fabulous Manilla today

History has it that
“United we stand
Divided we fall!”
Was the secret
That helped
The victorious
            stand tall.

Similarly A,b...Y and z
Ethnic groups all
Some major,while some
In number small
For ages were
          on the ball
Whenever there is a call
Eveready nation's
     development spur
Or aggressor to deter.

Pursuant of a trick
“Divide and rule!
Fish in a troubled water
Putting siblings asunder”
The formula for the cruel, z
Tried to thwart A,b...Y's
social fabric
Not sparing a single brick.

An upstart  z drove a wedge
Among A,b....Y, on the sly.
But they asked “Dissension why?”
Isn't UNITY what in our
Formative years we bought!
And together they went
For z's throat
To deprive it the devilish power

it terribly sought
Now z is fighting a
             battle lost
What a lesson  it got!

They wander around aimlessly, a discord of sound and body.  They move.  Each one searching for the leader of this chaos. Wherever one goes, another follows. And another. And another. I should not be here, but I do not want to leave. They surround me, inches from my face without looking at me. Without seeing me.  Without acknowledging me. I stand and wait, with my best smile. The one she said she loved that day we were at the beach. They will notice me. Ten. Fifty. One hundred. One thousand. One million.  I feel the deepest loneliness in this discord of sound and body. Maybe if I turn around? Maybe someone behind me is trying to see me? I wave as my smile becomes a waning crescent of my former happiness.  After one thousand pass me by, I wave my arms and get in front of those walking in front of me. Extending my arm and open hand. They push me away. Am I the source of this discord? Why do they now move in accord as one sound and body to push me to the ground? A multitude set against me and the music is the most beautiful anger.  I should not be here, but I do not want to leave. They surround me, inches from my face without looking at me. Without seeing me.  Without acknowledging me.

I want to write about life,
about sunflowers and oceans of grass.
Mountains towering over the skyscrapers,
nature towering over man.
The elixir of love and the joy of the sun.
I want to write about opening doors,
light at the end of the tunnel,
life outside,
outside this,
but I can't help but want to write about the pain,
the discord in the notes of my life,
the beer bottles across the room,
lined up in a row,
a long row.
It's 3am and I'm eating a bag of cheese puffs,
and I hate myself.
I look down at myself,
the lumpy shell that is my body.
Looks like jello stuffed in a plastic bag that's about to burst.
I know it can get better,
I know it can.
Unfolded clothes blanketing the floors,
pockets of trash and missed opportunities,
where am I?
How did I get here?
What went wrong?

A wane
in monsoon
when substance
would refrain
again in
platforms shaped
round our
insistence to
wage what
luxuries would
become again
with those
leaders in
the chairs
as they
brought more
futilitiy there.