Extant

Extant

Poetry pours out from opened veins
You seem to bring out that kind of pain
Oh close  my open faced cutthroat veins
Life's blood pours out while you sugar in vain

He drinks sweet tea topped with cream
He teases and tortures my secret dreams
Then gulps it down a bare swallow
I'm leftover feeling hollow.

The top of my head is coming off
The thistle crown is falling off
So jam it down
I have to get back my self it is fleeing town.

And I don't know what to do with the life I've got
I'm so dazed with what is not
I'm not bread and jam I'm not your cup of tea
I'm not your break from real life you see.
sackcloth and ashes gone
All I am is being me.

Pour petrol and gasoline instead let's have a jolly good funeral
The dream is dead
Lighthouse the sky and warn  the "wild to be wreckage" ships
Pirates also lie. dreaming in the deeps..

Scattered throughout the ashes of my life
I was a lovely child  and not this mother and wife
Still the flecks and foam of hope survive
And I think God wants me to be terribly alive

River of life carry me
No Cup No gluttony's goblet can empty me
Winds of change brace me for the rudderless gale
In my storytelling Defiant is my Tale.

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(c)  Amrita  Valan 2014