tongue action June 18, 2009
Posted by dexspace in pseudo random.Tags: tongue, crazy, weird, abstract, physiology, mouth, anatomy, biology
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sometimes i dunno what to do with my tongue. i get so conscious.
i dunno whether to rest it on my upper jaw, or let it lie on my lower jaw.
weird? has any1 felt this way. i need to know if i’m goin crazy.
should i be worried?
A letter from the Devil… June 15, 2009
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, dark, devil, evil, god, hate, pain, poem, Poetry
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A Letter from Evil
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When you are pissed, I am the deep valley on your forehead
When your computer is screwed, I am the worm and the virus
If you were part of the Jurassic age, I am the Tyrannasarous
If you’re walking through the lonely park, I am the dark night
If you are sitting in a math class, I am the calculus
Wherever there is war on the earth, I am the guns
When you are rushing to the station, I am the traffic
When you are trying to get out, I am the hermetic
When you thirst for the extincted rain, I am the blazing sun
Where there is a quarantine, I am the plague
When you are aiming for a promotion, I am the resignation letter
When you are falling without a parachute, I am gravity
Where there is only goodness prevailing, I am the evil
I will go where God sends me, for I am the devil
When you are longing for air under water, I am the suffocation
Don’t think too hard about my location, I am omnipresent
-dex
09/07
4 years are not forever June 13, 2009
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, daylight, dream, hope, love, miss, night, nostalgia, Poetry, pune
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Four-ever Years
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never mention the word Goodbye
cuz however much i may try
i just cant imagine a life without you
i promise i’ll always be true
so baby, dont ever walk away…into the night
do you remember the unwanted frowns
followed by wild drives into other towns
holding hands,touching heads, for heart’s sake
watching the curious water of our calm lake
honey, let me hold you tight…thru the night
now the long and tired evening shadow
slowly merges with blackness in dusk’s brow
but multicoloured rays from your sparkling face
assault my heart n leave me in a green daze
darling, dont worry bout the night…i see the light
never mention the word Goodbye
cuz that’ll just send me to die
said i cant imagine living without you
i dont wanna be left black and blue
baby,stand by me forever…cuz it feels right
-dex
(for sweet zombie)
the chevy murder June 12, 2009
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: america, blues, chevy, cops, date, guns, hate, justice, love, murder, Poetry, prison
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Chevy Murders
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Patrice took me on a drive on our first date
When she stopped on the hill, I smelt the hate.
I could tell that she didn’t have another mate
When a dirty red chevy drove in through the gate.
Black Leather Gloves,
Bright Yellow Flashlight.
Shining Silver Revolver,
And a Bang! Bang! Bang!
Patrice departed without packing her bag
Should I feel good, or should I feel bad?
The stained seat warned that she was dead
In spite of myself, I was infact going mad.
Choking Cloud of Dust,
Dull White Streetlight.
Loud Screeching Tyres
And a Bang! Bang! Bang!
Patrice left, but left me with the ill stress
A sheriff pulled over to investigate the case.
Hands in his pocket, and a message on his face
He handcuffed me and sighed, ‘What a mess!’.
Three Reminding Walls,
Ball And a Chain.
Big Bad Bullies,
And a Bang! Bang! Bang!
TV ads May 3, 2009
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just a thought…
Ever wondered how the TV ads work? How they pass the message across to fools like us? They advertise a new brand of TV by showing the quality of the pictures as seen from the new TV. And we are mesmerised by the detail of the picture on your screen. So beautiful. You almost immedeately make up your mind that you are gona buy that new TV. Not bearing in mind that the awesome pictures you saw were on your own TVscreen. If one can see the same quality of picture on his own screen, then why would anyone buy the new tv thats being advertised?
if any of u are catching my drift please comment to discuss… thank you.
Ain’t no heroes anymore… May 3, 2009
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, heroes, Poetry
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Heroes?
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where were the heroes late last night
when the big yellow taxi took my girl away,
when she was packing after the fight
i swear i called upon them, to make her stay.
and where were the heroes last week
when the speeding car went out of control,
both the car and myself felt weak
nine full rolls, before the great fall.
they said everyone is born a hero
a few years pass and everything changes,
the heroes want to be zeroes, dear-oh dear-oh!!
when all eyes turn to the money gauges.
well, there ain’t no heroes any more
when the world is headed for the dumpyard,
there’s no point in keeping score
when evil is the new wildcard.
at dusk, who will lead the new army of heroes?
asked the little boy with a bald head,
i helped him across and said go where the road goes
at the fork, your answer you will get.
i dont believe December 28, 2008
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: blues, love, Poetry
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I DON’T BELIEVE
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Of all the things i believe,
this is the one thing i dont believe.
That you found a simple “IF”,
just so that you can leave.
Of all the things I trust,
this, i just dont at all trust.
That you found out at dusk,
you got a bigger, rounder bust.
Of all the things I love,
this is what I just dont love.
That you created the white dove,
just to cage it in an alcove.
Of all the things I do,
this I just wont do.
Wear a big gun and a shoe,
to go and nothing a proove.
20/10/08
paradise Goa December 14, 2008
Posted by dexspace in dex's poems.Tags: goa, india, Music, poem, psychedelia
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go” aah”
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its where the air is so cold, and the sand always shifting,
the waves make each one bold, although none seems to be drinking.
each one hearing a different song, through the same speakers,
jumping and twisting in all of their celebrated fears,
with the coloured goggles and big smiles on their faces,
fighting non-existing creatures, with their imaginary maces.
its where the air is so bold, and the sand never sits still,
the waves make each one cold, and act against their will.
someone told me to standby, cuz the sunrise is the best part,
i could sit there all morning to admire nature’s finest art,
reality checks give rise to smoke, sitting on the beach i just go aaah..
i could spend my life there, the paradise they named Goa.
Leopold’s Blues September 14, 2008
Posted by dexspace in Shantaram, dex's poems, poems inspired by Shantaram.Tags: blues, books, leopolds cafe mumbai, Poetry, Shantaram
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Leopold’s Blues
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C’mon now step in through the arches, from Causeway
Watch the turbulent waves, as you sit on the sixty minute chairs
Inspect and suspect the images in the mirrors, they say
Elite residents and their paid girlfriends going up the stairs.
See the gorgeous abundant display of fruits, and the colourful tiles
But don’t be mistaken by the lovely people, and their styles.
The cool breeze of the ocean might reduce you to temptation
Agree at the table but strictly step outside to exchange the goods
Making two ends meet will positively earn you a fraction
But beware to always understand yours and their moods.
Taxi drivers and cops tilt the mirror for a small doh
In the interest of the order, if not of the law.
The small Afghan, he ran the underground market in books
The market ain’t seen enough blood, so there will be more
The small Afghan, he shut all the chandu smoking nooks
‘Cuz the garad, it was fetching him a greater score.
It’s the business of big politics and the politics of big business
Noone can escape the slaughterhouse of big business.
Some men will settle on power, while others will say its sex-on-the-go
Practicality will say its money, innocent hearts will choose love
For the man on the run, the best thing in the world is the freedom to say NO
Slowly fading to black, the existence of the white dove.
She says its her favourite place on earth, to be treated like rubbish
The place they call Leopold’s, is for some an inevitable fetish.
-dex
I couldn’t help writing this poem after the lovely description by Lin of the same subject. I’ve even been to Leopold’s Cafe to see if it still matches up with what’s been said about it in the book. Totally phenomenal. For all Shantaram fans.
