The Loft of Time Looms
My pain cries
inside of me - I smother it
with alcohol; laughter; drugs;
orgasms; - the Yin-yang life,
me in the middle
Good and Evil
playing Ping-pong together...
-in a basement- Filthy Losers
'hahahahaha'-ing
squeezing cold beer onto their teeth
Hollow chugging
into their throats - Esophagus Cathedrals
-Laughing, sad men who don't know what
to say exactly - Men who avoid feelings
and Big Books at all cost
To them, touching a big book
is worse than touching
another man's cock
Men and Women, fat and sexy alike
fucking their minds stupid
fucking their veins with needles
fucking their mouthes with cigarettes
screwing themselves and stimulating
that Frontal Lobe Brain-Clit
with 'Soma' TV!
Soma Real Housewives...
(who the hell are they trying to fool? ? , ...like we don't already know ALLLLL housewives are real! !)
Soma Food
Soma Cars
Soma Iphone
Soma shitty, shallow,6th-grade level reading popularized, like Harry Potter! ! !
Soma - thank you SOOOOOO MUCH!
They hide from the Light - Its too bright.
And me as well...I can't even read Kerouac
sometimes - it makes me cry
His pure, soul-obliterating and resurrecting
visions are too intense
for an intense soul sometimes...
Soooo...
50 or 60 years after
the 6 Gallery readings
and somehow the world
has forgotten Ginsberg
-forgotten freedom
and forgotten the choices we have
-while in the cage, like the
clipped-winged bird,
roosting and koo-kooing for some food, my peers
peek out and patiently wait
for their corporate gods, their master
Moms and master Dads, to stick a soothing
Super-Bowl Sunday-nipple
into their pathetic, snaggy baby mouthes
The loft of time looms
over the misty moon
and over rugged baseball games
-Over musty, cool city rain
made magical by neon lights-
Neon lights caressing puddles
and sidewalks of Eternity, and over
the people, with their rubber-soled
footsteps making the damp asphalt
sound indescribably, incredibly pure.
poem by Ray Quesada
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The gene unlike the soma lives
Gene is life; cell is carrier.
Gene is retainable; soma is disposable.
The soma is bound to decay.
The gene transmits into the new-born.
26.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Epsilons In Nail Salons
Go to work, get paid then spend it fast
You need more stuff cuz things don't last
forever. - Hurry! Run to the store!
Corporate slaves and Wal-mart whores
In this world it would be a crime to wait
Impatient infant - - look what you create
A life controlled from start to end
A shopping cart - your new best friend
Alphas; Betas; Deltas too
In 1930, Aldous Huxley knew
'End, don't mend! ' - 'Just buy it new! '
Push a button and it's done for you.
We sit possessed, engulfed in our distractions
Stimulation = Satisfaction
The joint in your mouth; the beer in my hand
American Idol; Brand Names; On Demand (and)
High-tech phones stuck to our heads
The drones; the clones; the walking dead
For convenience it's all organized
You buy McDonald's fries - Empires rise
…While sick and starving children die.
Alphas, Betas, Gammas too
Animals inside the American Zoo
Do what you're told, little pawns;
Epsilons in Nail Salons!
Orgy-porgy; Grocery stores
'I've got my 'Soma'' - 'You've got yours! '
'Glad I've got things! ' - 'Glad I'm not poor! '
'But…I think I need just a little more…'
Well, you've got your money - I've got a pen
My Voice; My rights; I'll take a stand
Defend my mind - keep myself free
And try not to let fat corporate pigs get rich off me!
Alphas; Betas; Deltas too
And to an Island send the precious few
A new World Order - A Human petting zoo!
A high price has been paid to 'civilize' you
Alphas, betas, deltas too
In 1930, Aldous Huxley Knew
Don't get your way? Just cry, 'boo hoo hoo! ! '
Push a button and it's done for you!
So stand in line, don't push or shove-
'Soma' rationed from your corporate Gods above-
1,000 nurses, smiling, in latex gloves say,
'Soma's just as good as love! '
-Summer 2008 -
poem by Ray Quesada
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August Arch
Rhombus Rain
Travellers pain
Foxy Breeze
Cloaking sneeze
Fungal Dotes
Smelly clothes
Cold and damp
The August Tramp
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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Dim Halo
I'magine no daylight only the moon as your guide
When ours is to darkness what forgotten sun is too bright
Eyes wide open now taking it all in stride
I can see your eyes when the stars hang low
Like a crown the moon wears a dim halo
And to all my regret I fair thee well
You came around to slowly as I fell
My screams can only echo off the walls
I see nothing left to break my fall
To bear the slings and arrows
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Unlabelled phobia II
Vibrating my ear drums
Are stimulus of comfort
In my brain, interpreted as mockery.
My interpretation: Comforting-mockery.
Irony so ironical to real cognition.
Emblazoned on my soma the logo of insecurity.
Fear of what, infact?
Since intact my somatic intellect.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Identity
No one can hear all that's been said
You're feeding me useless lines of nothingness
Let me run away
Don't keep me here
I can't stay around and take this fear
Is everything I want to be a disgrace to my identity
I don't mind
Just give me my indifference
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Drowning Man
Hold me inside
This asylum speaks of home that's so far away
Through the window I see people scurry from the rain
Before the current there overcomes this certain faith that's swept away
Replacing trust
Now it's hardly in your grasp as the picture fades
It's not too late to reach your hand to spare a drowning man
And even if you decide a place to hide
Your shadow stays always at your side
Tonight you're harmless in the distance
Describing pain
Although this all seems small it's all I know
Still I run
And nothing is there and no one is left to blame
I can't help you now
You're none of my concern
You only fueled the fire
Now regret inside you burns
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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On the Horizon
One never knows.
A beast with tearing claws
Or the golden pond.
There might be doom alighting
In your hair like a vampire bat;
Or morsels of soma in a silver bowl.
The thing is just to try,
Simply try to get there;
And when you do
Stand agape at either
Your fortune or your loss:
The important matter is
Trying.
I have withstood both
And lived to mark them down.
The choice is yours.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Brewing Of Soma
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
'Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap,' the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.
And brewed they well or brewed they ill,
The priests thrust in their rods,
First tasted, and then drank their fill,
And shouted, with one voice and will,
'Behold the drink of gods!'
They drank, and to! in heart and brain
A new, glad life began;
The gray of hair grew young again,
The sick man laughed away his pain,
The cripple leaped and ran.
'Drink, mortals, what the gods have sent,
Forget your long annoy.'
So sang the priests. From tent to tent
The Soma's sacred madness went,
A storm of drunken joy.
Then knew each rapt inebriate
A winged and glorious birth,
Soared upward, with strange joy elate,
Beat, with dazed head, Varuna's gate,
And, sobered, sank to earth.
The land with Soma's praises rang;
On Gihon's banks of shade
Its hymns the dusky maidens sang;
In joy of life or mortal pang
All men to Soma prayed.
The morning twilight of the race
Sends down these matin psalms;
And still with wondering eyes we trace
The simple prayers to Soma's grace,
That Vedic verse embalms.
As in that child-world's early year,
Each after age has striven
By music, incense, vigils drear,
And trance, to bring the skies more near,
Or lift men up to heaven!
Some fever of the blood and brain,
Some self-exalting spell,
The scourger's keen delight of pain,
The Dervish dance, the Orphic strain,
The wild-haired Bacchant's yell,--
The desert's hair-grown hermit sunk
The saner brute below;
The naked Santon, hashish-drunk,
The cloister madness of the monk,
The fakir's torture-show!
And yet the past comes round again,
And new doth old fulfil;
In sensual transports wild as vain
We brew in many a Christian fane
The heathen Soma still!
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard
Beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.
O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity
Interpreted by love!
With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Online Rumours Suggest A Daft Punk Track Titled Renoma Street
To Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangalter.
soma loma saloma
choma sonoma
blastoma MOMA
hiroshima naoma
oklahoma nuioma
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Oh! Winter
Oh! winter I request thee please come back
To err is human cut me some slack
For what happened between us started as a lover's spat
And I was more than willing to work on that.
Then you became too cold and I almost froze
I needed warmth hence spring I chose.
Spring and me was this one time thing
It meant nothing, it was a stupid little fling
I was thinking about you the whole time I swear
Your absence is killing me, the grief is too much to bear.
You were fantastic, marvelous and cool
Still I went for spring I was a fool
It lured me with its flowery tranquil gait
But now I know its tricks, albeit a bit too late.
Spring left me high and dry to sulk in this summer
Its horrible and sweaty and life is a bummer
My world is barren no poetry or prose in soul
Angels left with spring and the devil summer is taking its toll
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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Strong
Here I am all alone
Situations overwhelming again
Be strong
I tell myself but I fall right back again
Hold on
I think I just realized something
Here I am right in your hands
There I am letting you take what you can
I won't let this happen again
I'm too strong to fall again
A light of hope fading more each time I breathe
Decide
Right or wrong
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Urban Birds
On the concrete trees,
Blessed are the free
Painful it must be for the avian souls
When the breeze is caged
And its screams go unheard
When the sunset howls
For the blue dreams blurred
When the greens are slaughtered
And their sweet songs interred.
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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Spiritus Practicum
Forsooth beloveds;
'Tis I……Pan
Mystic, poet and Faun
Indeed a loose arrow
In flight, though aimless
Rest easy my children
Destination matters not
Until your junket ends
And “Grim One” lay claim
Dance rather than sit
Sing don't complain
Make-Merry then Mary make
Drink Huxley’s soma
Eat from Cornucopia
Above all…laugh, cry and feel
Then...
Ye shall truly know what’s real
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Radiance
I've had enough of this red light
I've been waiting here for no one.
Driving on like reruns and feeling nothing new
Time has stopped
Resting some for this town it's comforting to know nothing new
If I could only make a sound
Holding the stars like paintings we are
Pull one down for me
Colors alive like radiance
Swimming back to your sea
I can't explain this feeling that's been grounding me for so long
Keeping faith
I move on
Praying for something soon
How long must I scream to the guards to let me out
To the past I'm anchored
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Soma
Is is a bitter pill to swallow
But what is life but a bitter pill?
Then a feeling follows
That stuffs the Vedic gods to their gills.
Did it come from India or Persia,
Or only a lab in New Jersey?
Depending on your version
And what reaction it brings:
Skeleto-muscular relaxation
Lack of pain and spasms,
Flat-out beating an orgasm.
And the myth of soma is a truth-
No secret herb or root,
Just this bitter pill after all,
Indeed only a pharmaceutical.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Louder Than Words
Can you hear me not so loud a whisper
It seems as though it fades away before you hear what I have to say
Words can't offer you agreement
They're injustice to the songs you sing undermining your best intentions
Silence speaks louder than words sometimes but not everybody listens
It be known to all who'd only shut their mouth
Can you hear me now that I am screaming
I can't tell a difference made with that blank stare on your face
How do I explain what I am feeling
Just open up the cage today
It's a small price to pay
Although there may be indiscretion
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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In Pursuit of Bliss
Looking for a little girl
Has anyone seen her?
A beautiful soul, indomitable spirit
Are you sure you haven’t seen those eyes
Full of warmth, mischief, innocence
Those ever smiling lips full of
Poetry and stories and some really tall tales
The girl who just had to climb small trees because they were there
The girl who would climb a wall fence because the boys were doing so
The girl who would soak her body and soul in that first rain every year
The girl who loved to Jump in puddles and play with pebbles and sand
The girl who bought in a cat, a dog and then some more cos they were out in the sun or in rain
The girl who would pretend to be a teacher, give an ‘A’ to all her friends and ‘z’ to the ones who made fun of her and then laugh imagining how they would react
Never seen such a soul, really?
Let me try again
The girl who would share her most precious belongings with someone she liked, but won’t give even a small useless piece of pencil to people she didn’t
The girl who would love you with her life but touch her belongings without asking and she would put highest note of opera to shame
The girl whom every one called a rebel
The girl who was not so girl like
The girl whom every one tried to teach some manners
A girl with lot of half read books, a box full of broken toys,
Some pebbles and feathers in a box kept away from knowing eyes,
An imaginary companion right by her side all the time
Please tell her a woman is looking for her
Tell her the woman wishes the girl was here
Like the sun, like the moon, like the seasons
Like the shadow
That the woman regrets not having spent enough time with the girl
That she gave up on her too soon, and betrayed and traded the bliss and laughter for something so inane
To be someone she doesn’t know
To be someone she doesn’t understand
Tell her…..
I miss you little girl and I am going to get you back.
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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In This And That Of Life
In the happy and sad of life
Ask for peace
In the thick and thin of life
Stick to your roots
In the length and breadth of life
Never leave grace
In the black and white of life
Be a warm cheerful shade
In the hard and soft of life
Know the when
In the lines and circles of life
Don’t lose focus
In the near and far of life
Keep in touch
In the flat and heels of life
Be light on your feet
In the light and heavy of life
Guard your spine
In the hot and cold of life
Calm your nerves
In the sweet and sour of life
Explore
In traditional and modern of life
Be original
In the cocktails and mocktails of life
Don’t pet carbs
In the silk and cotton of life
Please your skin
In the mornings and evenings of life
Never skip breakfast
In the love and betrayals of life
Chose health
In the fast and slow of life
Patience dear
In the wide and narrow of life
Be cautious
In the vacations and jobs of life
Enjoy both
In the tranquil and chaos of life
Meditate
In the hearts and minds of life
Pamper your soul
In the darkness and brightness of your life
Don’t get lost in either
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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More Exams Please
I am super crazy about the school exams
For I think they don’t let my grey cells jam
And what makes me sad is that they are few and far
The new board rule of a few exams is so bizarre
Everything we do should be evaluated and tested
If fact there should be a test on sleeping too
So that I enjoy the task and don’t feel depreciated
What fun tests are, all the weekly, monthly, bi yearly, yearly and of course the surprise tests!
My life is full of tests in the school, in the tuition cases, and the tests in judo and guitar classes just adds to the fests.
What more can a child ask for but, evaluated every second of their life for everything they do
Hey how about exam on breathing, eating and even smiling
Can’t wait can you?
And since we are on the topic of education can someone increase the load of homework too?
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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