tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32150043909629810662024-02-21T00:04:40.140+00:00Turumarth's CatharsisTaking own advice and starting blog. Weird, 'cos I rarely give advice. Weirder, 'cos I never take it.
Objective: Catharsis. Chances of Success: Slim through infinitesimal to the famous snowball's in hell. Content: Poetry (or what passes for it when I'm the author); Rants (of which there are many); Raves (vanishingly few); Randomness (no qualifying statement necessary). Disclaimer: I make NO promises re frequency, clarity, quality or good grammar. Not even correct spelling and punctuationTurumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-9885786741334490732010-12-29T14:57:00.005+00:002010-12-29T15:08:26.412+00:00Shut your mouth<span class="Apple-style-span" >Shut your mouth<br />Shut it!<br />That infinite doorway<br />to the cancer in your head<br />You swallow everything<br />that should have brought good<br />and in great fluency<br />you regurgitate filth<br /><br />You have eaten posterity<br />You have eaten their faith<br />You have eaten your children<br />Your vomit is a sore<br /><br />Why?<br />Must you offend<br />my eyes, ears and nostrils<br />with your mouth?<br /><br />Be content<br />with all you ate<br />Close your mouth<br />Hold your lips<br />with your fingers<br />if you must<br />And give thanks<br />to whatever you believe in<br />that my own mouth<br />has been sewn shut<br /><br /><br /><br />***- 2011 and the parade of aspirants. Their utterances amaze.</span>Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-62596644407712931772010-02-20T10:34:00.001+00:002010-02-20T10:40:22.787+00:00Parts of me<br />still bleed<br />as I consider<br />what it means<br />to have you<br />stripped<br />from my<br />daily routine<br /><br />The greyness<br />of this morning's<br />toothpaste<br />would be<br />subsumed<br />in the ridiculous<br />brilliance<br />of your first smile<br /><br />So many<br />stupid<br />silly things<br />that mean<br />nothing<br />to no one else<br />have become<br />my touchstone<br /><br />Great passion<br />produces<br />poor poetry<br />perhaps<br />that proves<br />my point:<br />You will never<br />be rid of me<br /><br /><br />***- Should not ever see you againTurumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-8492825992720678062009-08-27T01:42:00.002+00:002009-08-27T02:00:25.537+00:00Your Absent GhostYou have gained flesh<br />you're real now<br />one of them<br /><br />No more do you haunt<br />these places of incandescent night<br />with me<br /><br />Your absence is the hurt<br />of a promise never given but broken<br />nonetheless<br /><br /><br /><br />***- Out late one night. Missed you.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-71373485394083621112009-06-12T10:42:00.004+00:002009-08-27T02:20:01.352+00:00White Cat BluesI can almost visualize<br />on the low grey recliner<br />by the tv on the floor<br />a framed photograph of me<br />holding you<br />holding that silly white cat<br /><br />I can almost remember<br />in the middle of the room<br />with you spread across my back<br />lying there breathing deeply<br />stroking you<br />stroking a purring white cat<br /><br />I spend hours sometimes days<br />reliving a future that<br />belongs now to someone else<br />loving you<br />loving the crazy white cat<br /><br /><br /><br />***- In loving (and warily respectful) memory of Stiggy.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-60827244980251318812009-06-10T16:56:00.002+00:002009-06-10T17:00:06.341+00:00I do not sleep but I dream<br />stretch your hand<br />outside, the rain<br />sizzles on the coal tar<br />and begins the journey<br />back to the cloud<br />and if you touch<br />this rain as I do<br />miles distant<br />our fingers will meet<br /><br /><br /><br />***- Rainy night. Alone.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-91427433242010036522009-05-25T16:55:00.001+00:002009-05-25T16:59:47.066+00:00The unfortunate truth<br />has been shamed<br />into disrepute<br /><br />Ill-mannered children<br />alone may speak its name<br />or the fools on the fringe<br />of affluence who forget<br />where the path to the centre<br />lies<br /><br /><br /><br />***- May 29th around the corner, the mind drifts towards subjects political.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-90676890261221205472009-04-29T17:35:00.002+00:002009-04-29T17:47:14.532+00:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Brand New</span><br /><br />Wake<br /><br />last night is<br />a fading charcoal<br />sketched across<br />the forefront<br />of consciousness<br /><br />experience<br />sinking into memory<br /><br />Tonight<br />again, tonight<br /><br />daylights' wounded eyes<br />sift the grain and grit,<br />the exhausted script<br />and often-told lies<br /><br />waiting is<br />the spool of<br />slender thread<br />to reel the sun<br />below your neighbour's roof<br /><br />And tonight<br />yes, tonight<br /><br />I will see you<br /><br />again<br /><br /><br />***- Anticipation, even though you see this person often.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-8929844285585038352009-04-20T04:16:00.001+00:002009-04-20T04:16:58.425+00:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Compromised</span><br /><br />Beaten back<br />from the narrow path<br />at night<br />you find yourself<br />at the crossroads<br />with your soul in hand<br /><br />The trade is negotiated<br />the bargain sealed<br />you wonder idly<br />did Judas<br />bite his shekels<br />to see if they were fakes?<br /><br />The metallic taste<br />of yours lingers<br />on your tongue<br />reminiscent<br />of blood<br /><br /><br />***- Busy day ahead: things to see, people to do. Sometimes doing business can leave you feeling tainted.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-15993228178780671112009-04-07T00:15:00.002+00:002009-04-07T00:20:08.630+00:00You will not go<br />Your eyes<br />when I call you<br />they tell another man's story<br />But you will not go<br /><br />In the morning<br />I come out of my house<br />and hear your voice<br />Did I say 'leave me'<br />Out loud<br />Even if I did<br />you will not go<br /><br />Other people are working<br />Me, I went past your house<br />I did not see you<br />But I have said 'go'<br />Yes! I have<br />Even if you did not hear me<br />you will not go<br /><br />You must go<br />Please<br />Go<br />And leave me<br />Alone<br /><br /><br />***- Could say a lot about it, but won't.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-46902019951754510102009-03-28T14:28:00.004+00:002009-08-27T02:22:08.496+00:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ayilara 1980</span><br /><br />Agama lizard -<br />orange and blue exclamation<br />on a concrete wall<br /><br />Baking on asbestos sheets<br />Spread beneath our kite-stitched sky<br /><br />A vee of egrets<br />fluttering fingers follow<br />white chevrons on nails<br /><br />Palms slap against old rubber<br />Tyres race on broken asphalt<br /><br />Dogs chasing the street<br />a tangle of arms and legs<br />marks our homeward flight<br /><br />Sudden fright at the back gate -<br />A red hen has hatched her brood<br /><br />Elastic moments<br />stretched before sleep<br />remembering,<br />Forty-Second Street<br /><br />***-on the balcony, watching kids playing outside. Supposed to be working on proposal due on Monday...Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215004390962981066.post-84580622566697527542009-03-25T00:40:00.003+00:002009-03-25T00:46:47.056+00:00So often<br />And sadly<br />Too often<br />This salesman existence<br />Wears thin<br /><br />I can see<br />Through my skin<br />Into you<br />Your reason for being<br />And soul<br /><br />I counter<br />And cajole<br />And convince<br />You must know this ritual<br />Accept<br /><br />Don't dawdle<br />Drag it out<br />Go ahead<br /><br />Masturbate<br />Your ego<br />Ejaculate<br />From your mouth<br /><br /><br /><br />***- I sometimes have to make a sales pitch to rather self-important people.Turumarthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263299991598862145noreply@blogger.com6