jay torpedo

Guitar,Poetry,philosophy,
Music, and love....

THE MUSE
When in the night I await her coming, My life seems stopped. I ask myself: What Are tributes, freedom, or youth compared To this treasured friend directing my intserest ? Look, she's coming ! She throws off her veil And watches me, steady and long. I say. "was it you who dictated to Dante the pages Of Hell?" And she answers: " I am the one."~Stanley Burnshaw~

LOVE SONG
If I might be an ox, An ox, a beautiful ox, Beautiful but stubborn; The merchant would buy me, Would buy and slaughter me, Would spread my skin, Would bring me to the market. The coarse woman would bargain for me; The beautiful girl would buy me. She would crush purfumes for me; I would spend the night rolled up around her; I would spend the afternoon rooled up around her. her husband would say: "Its a dead skin!" But I would have my love!....~Enrico Cerulli~....

THE VOID
The void inside us
has jaws, those jaws have carnivorous teeth;
those teeth will chew you up,
those teeth will chew up everyone else.
The dearth inside
is our nature,
habitually angry,
in the dark hollow inside the jaws
there is a pond of blood.
This void is utterly black,
is barbaric, is naked,
disowned, debased,
completely self-absorbed.
I scatter it,
give it away,
with fiery words and deeds.
those who cross my path
find this void
in the wounds
I inflict on them.
They let it grow,
spread it around,
scatter it and give it away
to others,
raising the children of emptiness.
the void is very durable,
it is furtile.
Everywhere it breeds
saws, daggers, sickles,
breeds carnivorous teeth.
That is why,
wherever you look,
there is dancing, jubilation,
death is now giving birth
to brand new children.
Everywhere
there are oversights
with the teeth of saws,
there are heavily armed mistakes:
the world looks at them
and walks on,
rubbing its hands.
~~..Vinay dharwadker..~~{.:BENEATH THE SURFACE:.}I am the victim ,Of my fathers lost war.Left alone in this world,findind his refrained love inMy scars.I hated for all too long,Now I embrace his voice in myDreams.Where I am alive in the grave heLeft for me,searching for truth in a world ofUnheard screams.Was his mission ,For me to fail my own ?Desireing a vision of me,Dying alone at the foot of hisThrownWalking on this road,Both sides showing visions ofLonely ropes.Standing strong while feeling alone,Congregating with God and he lendsTo me dreams of hope.Failure no-longer an accepted option,I tell myself all I am is able.Able to find my way through darkness,To a room where I find life is but an hourGlass glued to the table.Grains of time fall,Descending towards the ocean that roars.Pulling me further into the abyss,fearfull of this life ,In which i can find no oars.Beneath the surface,Unable to find the sun.De-highdrated dirt ,Just another bastard son...