What's up World

Tacky kind of world
Between glossy covers
Reams of emptiness
Shallow subliminal spaces
Lock up time
At the prison.
Your neon orange jumpsuits
Are mental markers
Know how well
You embrace hell
In your cortical cages.

Beautiful dream
Swallow it
Take the blue pill
Dream as big
As the suburban villa
You build.
Park a Porsche
There's always one
To fit your budget
Your need to signal
Status quo
To style icon world.

Logos gone for a toss
The logo is all
Tacky hieroglyphics
On the wailing wall
Pictograms
For picture perfect people
Airbrushed
Photoshopped
Willing sheeple.

Copies of copies
Images of images
The highest ideal
Is Imitation.
Of Imitation.

We've done
Plato proud.

Please tell us
The lint you brushed
Off your jeans
The hair you flicked
Was all your own
Move

Dance choreographed by
Others
Dancers puppets
The spectators puppets
The government puppets
The dreamers
You guessed it
Puppets on a pill
Programmed to confuse
Yet please.

Euthanized before death
Lively anorexic wraiths.

Tacky lights
Fade out signs
This alley's blind
Black hole night.

The coffee's fried
Just right
In burnt plastic cups
Your plans tonight?
Do tell,
What else is up?

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Apocalypse

Ghoulies ghosties zombies creep
On full moon nights
Lecherous shadows leap

A hint of foul in the breeze
So fair
The graves yawning up
Putrid rush of musty air.

Ripe rotten smells
Hang heavy on the multi verse
No running away
You're the blip on the radar
Of their intergalactic curse.

Pulsating nights
Supernova streaks
Frenzied gnashing of fangs
Chalk white
Pockmarked
The Grim Reaper
Reaps.

Innocent blood washes up
On foamy brine
Ruby splashes
Under Goth moonshine.

Sloth Feet tottering
Numb Hearts battering
Dead Souls shattering
Exposed nerves on fire.
They've lit the Deadwood
Of a Cosmic pyre.

Endless doom
No escape
Thriller night,
Forevermore,
Doppler shifting
Uncertain shapes.

Ghoulies ghosties zombies loom
Shadowing towering walls
Erasing the light of reason
In sanity's room.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Sanity for Raja's picture challenge

I'm tired so tired
Jaded so faded
Thinking about thought
Tears my years have wrought
My life
Has it been
Just a name
An unwelcome game
Living within
My head
Thoughts
Drumming rain strokes
Of exhaustion
Sanity dictates
Life teases us along
Till we're done
And then
We're truly dead.

Cocoon

Shelter

I seek shelter
I hunt havens
Safety in numbers
Cocooned in my
Tiny walnut brain,
I cook up false notions
Of security,
And guard my
Borders with
Feral ferocity.

I won't let that
Intruder in.

Building a Great Wall
Around collective inhibitions.
You can't cross the line
Of my dread superstition.

Steer your motion
Away from
My pretty paved road.

Unless it's the same way
We're going of course.

At the crossroads
Of life and death
Decide on
Truth or dare
Your dream
Is my ugliest nightmare.

At gunpoint
Choose my way
Or the highway
The safety catch is off

Take care
We take no hostages
Your protective amulets and ankhs
Enraged so,
This time,
We didn't load blanks.

Our Gods are inhuman cyborgs
We synthesised
With human amygdala
And kryptonite hearts
They're jealous
They're  watching
US

And how we segregate

THEM.

Dead black hole eyes
Musty  gaping maws

Eternity's corrosive corridors
Of loss and loneliness.

Humanity
Holding hands
We can
Upturn pretentious
Plinths of pomp and
Presumption.

We can shrug metallic tin gods
Off our aching shoulders.

Let's plants flowers,
And breathe bliss
Instead.

The Selfish Giant
Needed children
To blossom
his Garden.

Eden needs happiness.

Not cheap copies
copious imitative notions
Of heaven and hell.

Perfection is not the
Pre requisite.

Courage is.

Let us vow
Not to be afraid
Of each other

Or exchange our foolish
Judas Kiss.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Anushka Ramchuran

I came back to your page
To drench my loss
my heart clenched to summon your presence
by some magic again.

The only magic that lives on
Are your words,
And the worlds they give
Us to play and parade
Our fragile hearts,
With heady stores
Of secret love.

Anushka Ramchuran
The garden of your beautiful mind
Haunts me friend.

We will meet
Time and again
In moonlit meteor showers
That were your words
Now
Shooting stars
Off Cupid's bow
Forever.

Love you deeply.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Self stopped

"Cogito ergo sum", or "I Think therefore I am", a famous quote, borrowed for the purpose of reinterpretation and self assessment.

It is a fool
Who recognizes
Enlightenment.

But doggedly steadfastly
Refuses it for herself.

A.
Sad.
Little.
Self stopped fool.

Living her
Crumbly half life.

I think.
Therefore  I am?

Too easy.
Mucho glibness methinks.

It's rather...

I think.
Therefore I must act.

And Become.
What I am.

Grrr...
Free will applies.

The merry mind
Maketh belief.

But can't believe
Its lies.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017

Mercy Prayers

Crepe Suzette sunlight
Wallpapered mind
Forever endures
In hurting hearts
To satisfy hunger
Creamy dreamy
Between crisp layers
Of reality
We know the
Players are our
Prayers
We keep them
mothballed
In anaesthetic comas
Safe from failure's
Daily slaughterhouse
The charnel house
Dripping cynicism.

I decided
I couldn't keep them
Anymore
My mind empowering
Such vast slippages
Of energy.

Power outage
Tonight
Outraged by
Notions
That can't stand up
To reality.

Let me sleep
In my dreams tonight.

Not dream in my sleep.

All prayers shall be
Answered.

In merciful Lethe.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017