The Bend In The River
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Think I should give up about now,
if it hasn’t worked each year round.
It almost looked like we’d made it,
but a little early is when we said it.

And now I’ve washed my hands clean,
everbody I know, have known and seen.
Which way was the river flowing back then?
When did it take this turn all of a sudden?

Every morning I stand there with the rest,
but still, I somehow feel like a guest.
The water will fall from a great height,
to unforgiving rocks waiting for the fight.

I dont think I’ve learnt enough about the ways,
cuz I still feel estranged in my own little caves.
After the great battle, there is awkward calmness,
which is when I lamented the loss of my best friend.

Lonely as I am floating on this endless river,
I cant be a lover, if I cant even love her.
So I stabbed the future in the rear,
and laughed at the present with a stare.

Feel free to call me whatever you will,
but I’m gona swim all the way back still.
Even if I dont again see the same faces,
I’ll find that bend and what were its causes.

-dex
27/10/09

THE PRIEST
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There’s a priest in the old temple in the valley
he spent his entire life in there, literally.
The government came along and made a desicion
to turn it into a little historical museum.
They did promise the priest a better shrine
but only untill the cameras were nearby.

Last week i walked past the alley between
the broadway theatre and the beat up brasserie.
Some drunk enough to throw him a coin or two
while angry others would provide a kick or two.
I went up to him to ask if i knew him from before
and i did recognize him when he spoke his lore.

The next morning i visited the office of the mayor
but he was busy so i was asked to come again later.
‘Mayor may speak with you a moment’ i said to him
‘Speak fast for i have only but a moment’ he revealed.
He was obviously not to happy to hear about the priest
because he hoped the priest be dead by now at the least.

He sent in a squad of his favourite detectives
to investigate the issue a little professionally.
They concluded that it was illegal for me
to talk to a stranger at night in the alley.
I was fined only twenty thousand dollars in cash
and sentenced a ten year period at the Nash.

Sitting alone surrounded by these four walls
i wonder how and when did i take the fall.
The poor priest is still out there in the streets
with no roof on his head or shoes on his feet.
Maybe thats what they mean when they say
“God helps those who help themselves…”

And maybe they should add to that smart fable
“…and destroys those who try to help others”.
Who shall we blame for this fucking bullshit?
Me, cuz i tried to help a marooned priest?
The priest, who lost everything he ever had?
The stupid people, who pay to enter the altar?
Or the government, who triggered all this,
for a few more bucks to fill their tummies?

-dex
28/09/09

Shine On
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I couldnt hear you on the telephone
your voice was breaking up.
You couldnt breath to stay alive cuz
of all the space I was taking up.
I have never been the same since
I havent been waking up.
I saw it on the streets yesterday
this ladder I’m climbing up.

There is noone who would help me now
I am only breaking down.
There is noone who would understand me
when I am going down.
I climbed quite high on that ladder
but now I’m falling down.
Please excuse me while I tend to myself
I may be feeling down.

I would have asked you to be here
and to stay with me.
I may even have asked you to believe
and to come away with me.
But all that is just words to say
dont want you to get lost with me.
For what it was worth, I must say that I did
enjoy when you sang with me.

How nice it would be to leave everything
behind and just live on.
As easy as u made it sound, I wish I could
also just move on.
The psychiatrist was very ambiguous
when he asked me to carry on.
Well, I think I will just climb up high again
and torch myself to shine on.

THE WINTER OF 1931
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This is the story of me and Mike Sullivan
back in the winter of nineteen thirty one.
I sold newspapers on my little black cycle
and he walked around with a big black rifle,
I always wondered what kind of job kept him busy
one freezing night i sneaked into the car easy.
When he pulled the trigger, Mr Brown fell on the hard ground
I didn’t know how to react, and i didnt know what i’d found.

Mr Brown never woke up again but they saw me watching
scared and confused but there was no point in running.
When he faced me, i could see the disappointment
in Mike’s eyes, and his lips had no comment.

And it was then that things got thick as hell
the big boss sent in two very commited men.
They were instructed to take the life
along with his boy’s, also of his wife.
He knew that they would return to complete the job
so he left and resigned from his fulltime job.
He held me by the shoulders and warned
that “this house is no more a home”.

That was the last of new york that i ever saw
but Chicago wasn’t any safer i didnt know.
When he faced me, mike saw the tears running down
from my eyes, as he sped away from that damned town.

His contacts in Chicago let him down without regret
so there was but only one thing that was left.
He taught me how to drive a car when i was only thirteen
and together we robbed all of the boss’ accounts clean.
After cleaning out all the bank’s in the North East
we decided to go underground at a house on the East beach.
The hired gun was still strong on our tail
forget and you fail is the name of the game.

Mr Sullivan lay there lifeless with his eyes open still
i grabbed my pistol and filled his body with steel.
People ask me even today, “who was mike sullivan?”
and i just tell them that he was only a good dad…
I still remember him lying on the floor watching me
with his dead eyes, telling me that i was now free.

Wrapped in a polythene,tucked away safe in my mind.
A little goodbye maybe, or just a passing smile.
The birds fly away to the Southern skys searching a home.
A bunch of paper flowers or a little boy left all alone.
Can’t somebady hear me, I’m screaming from so far away.
Morning who will calm u now the evening is eclipsed again.

Well, this life can’t get any better,
More yesterdays than todays.
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow,
But it rained…

They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life.
Its been so long, so long a time but still I miss Daddy at night.
The ache is long gone but it never keeps tearing along.
The waters in the seas are high and all the sand castles have drowned.

Well, this life can’t get any better,
More yesterdays than todays.
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow,
But it rained…

-PARIKRAMA

Vacation in Outerspace
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She rides the Nebular Horse all over Orion
Although beautiful, the Milky Way is no Zion.
Thousands of simultaneous explosive supernova
In a place where there is no higher or lower.
And I don’t understand whats all the fuss
But, no!! She didn’t go to Uranus.

Come here and look up in the sky,
She’s taking a trip in outerspace.
Might just fall to earth from the sky,
I’m gonna lie on the grass and gaze.

She found her destination and made a campaign
But she felt hot, then cold, and then hot again.
She put a hole right through the Ozone, oh!
But check this.. She never froze, oh no!
She crossed a planes path miles away
But I heard the plane crashed anyway.

Gather around and look up in the sky,
She’s coming back from her trip to outerspace.
Come and watch her fall out of the sky,
I just can’t wait to see her beautiful face.

On her way in, she met a group of taciturns
They cast no shadows and didn’t obscure the sun.
As cold as they were, she reported that
We on earth are no match for them.
And just before she struck the ground
Lightning struck her twice without any sound.

Don’t run away, come and hear the story,
Of the shameless expelling of poor little Pluto.
Even as she is dying in her own burning glory,
She will tell us whether or not, he was a Mulatto.

So come and welcome her back from her vacation,
One that lasted her entire lifetime…
-dex
19/07/09

A helicopter circles over the landscape,
then it flies straight towards me at hundred miles an hour.
Driving the same route i’ve been driving for five years,
the road that leads, you know, no where.

How does this happen, i don’t know
every passing year i find myself in a different city,
a different country, with a different people.
But i ain’t so worried cuz i’ve got the visa in my passport.
Listening to the fm radio
as the chopper still circles above me.

Outside, the world passes me by as it always did before.
A variety of people getting bored,
as they try to make some money.
Some are filling petrol in cars,
while others are arguing loudly on their mobile phones.
I saw a few guys in orange digging holes by the street,
and a red and white plane take off at its best speed.

When i saw the same big truck beside me blocking my view,
the traffic jam reminded me of where i was, and long due.
It was a fucking police check,
No, its not a fake!
They stopped almost every car just to create panic among the people,
as the helicopter continued circling above me.

The cute lady on the radio talked about a certain swine flu,
and how a few had died and others had no freaking clue.
It made me think of my own condition,
when a red bike shot past me.

When you are without your love,
boy, it sure sucks to live.
If she was here by my side,
i do believe,
it would be a relief,
and i’d like to re-live,
my whole life…
again and again

Despite my misery, the helicopter didn’t stop circling above me.
But I don’t blame the pilot, because he knows not much about me.
-dex
(08/09)

I saw sound

So you think you can grab me
and spin me and then confuse me?

I did very much doubt that
at first, but now its a fact.

After I saw the green turn to purple
and my eyes red, it was rather subtle.

Although not absolutely obvious,
I needed shades to not look dubious.

Among the variety of thoughts in my head
I wondered how half a drop made me so afraid.

But when the flowers talked to me
I saw the sound waves make a colourful sea.

Well, I hope you are happy you confused me
cuz I am quite happy that you chose me.