Kassel D: Favorites

Sep 2014 Kassel D

K Balachandran

Alone stands an empty wine glass
dreaming the rich grape harvests of the past.
As it gets filled with the wine of memory
to the brim, he stealthily starts to drink
from the very first moment lost, with
a fervency, only a thirsty one trapped
in the maze of past alone will display

#dream #lost #past #unfulfilled

Sep 2014 Kassel D

mercy

Sep 2014 Kassel D

r

mercy

mercy-
left town
on a late night train-
running again
with no place left to go

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
don't come knocking
'round my door
-anymore

mercy-
I need mercy-
I need some more

and all tracks look the same
when the lights are burning low

mercy-
where she's gone
i don't know

-mercy.

r ~ 9/14/14

\¥/\
| mercy
/ \

Sep 2014 Kassel D

Liar, liar, Iam eclipsed gently by your penumbra

Sep 2014 Kassel D

K Balachandran

Liar, liar, Iam eclipsed gently by your penumbra

On the top of the white marble steps, her pedestal
she stands tall, head held high up in the clouds
that one moment I forgive all her sins
for the self abandonment that deceives all of us.
It makes her an original,
though feeble minded, vainglorious, unabashed
self-deceptive about her past,
distorting light within to create darkness
each and every fact twisted
the way she wants others to believe,
see her gait, all are compelled
to view her grandeur as one of a kind.
She sings and her emotions flow like a river,
one can hardly find any flaw in her technique.
Eclipsed by her penumbra,I have no escape,
love her the way one loves a burned out life.

#femme #deception #seduction #fatal #attraction #fatale

Sep 2014 Kassel D

Self-me

Sep 2014 Kassel D

Jorge L Echevarria

Self-me

My eyes really open up to know the world will go on without me
I'm stuck living life from check to check and mirror to selfie
What is this world of self admiration without self confidence?
A fake sense of belonging for a measly thumbs up and a "share"
Funny to know that most of the time we all don't care
Conscious and worried in the back of our mind
Love me notice me be with me it all rushes in
This fear of being alone come about through wires not connected to our brain
Never have I felt such a rush from reading characters
and to think you have no idea if I've ever read a book or not
Take a second and think about that thought

Apr 2014 Kassel D

Our kind of love story

Apr 2014 Kassel D

rained-on parade

Our kind of love story

Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.

Only fools rush in
But I don't believe
I don't believe
I could still fall in love with you

I will love you till I die
And I will love you all the time
So please put your sweet hand in mine
And float in space and drift in time

All the time until I die
We'll float in space, just you and I

All I want in life's
a little bit of love to take the pain away.

This song is beautiful and it plays in my head.

It makes me happy.

Mar 2014 Kassel D

Untitled

Mar 2014 Kassel D

Egalad

Untitled

All I ever do
Is Wax and Wane. And I still
feel like I love you

The moon floods me now. Ignore the blood.

#love #haiku #moon #crush #bleeding #unrequited #*******

Mar 2014 Kassel D

I Won't Be There Anymore

Mar 2014 Kassel D

BarelyABard

I Won't Be There Anymore

There are pretty girls getting limo rides with rich men smiling by their sides
while I am singing with flowers between my teeth like romantic swords within a sheath.

I see their pretty eyes fill with city lights.
So very bright... so very bright...
But the gutters are hidden just out of sight and the rats are crawling through the night.

I am riding my bike between the trees while, in my mind, I'm on my knees with sadness at the girls in limos never knowing what will come when the sun goes down and the rats come out to feast...

I am the boy waiting on the beach watching the girls in the city but when the lights leave their eyes and they turn around, I won't be there anymore.

Mar 2014 Kassel D

the soul, the façade…and in between*

Mar 2014 Kassel D

spysgrandson

the soul, the façade…and in between*

what an audacious title!
she squealed, condignly

to speak of the soul, and more,
to enter the holy land
of priests, poets, seers,
and carnies

to discover the synovial moan
between one's craggy crafted countenance
and the invisible breath of god
to find a place, backwards in time
that may lend itself to rhythm and rhyme
but will never settle silently on the page

between the soul and the façade,
the mud in which we are stuck,
a bonded place, in a travesty of space
where a voice cries for help
yet is never heard

*title is a paraphrase of something Truman Capote said--the poem itself is a departure for me; I rarely speak of the soul or other such abstractions directly, but I had writers block and this was all that came out

Mar 2014 Kassel D

daisies

Mar 2014 Kassel D

st64

daisies

journey slow
and so we go

donkey carriage over cobblestone
cool morning air, crisp in purpose

head-cap on driver, huddling on whip
daisies on open field, bright faces up

sky still closed ere the eye of dawn
hot perils on heels towards that spot

baker shakes apron.. tiny particles
chemistry bursts into a rolling sun

I swear it feels familiar
have you been here before?
only wish I could recall
what comes next..*

(hark.. nematoblast-pain!)

but how can one remember that
which....?

st - 22 march 2014

never mind.. need to go away.
just.. thank heavens for nature.
face of daisy, petals fall...... head of daisy, full of seeds :)

sub-entrée: paisley-town

I dream of a town
I must've been before
once, so long ago

my feet carry me places
they don't feel strange
I must've been here

this town with faceless owl-calls
sends contours, hoots my name
in a tongue my cells ken poorly

I forget of centuries we shared
they melted into many an hour
you're so beautiful to me.. always

a sweeping maze floors me and then, it
opens up a begging-corridor downward
I follow crumbs left by your residual-fire

onto another level
another level of you
to discover well-hid..

sweet.. I can't wait to feel wordless
keep all the paisley-riddles high
slide your repertoire in my pocket

you twist my synapse into knots
and turn me outside of galaxies
and I reel away.. floating until..

your next coming
on a wave so wild
ruddy implosion

my hands grip your ankles, um tight
releasing milk into your svelte way
torn effortless open, redirected sun