Kasab

...A pawn in their game

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

...when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.

-Dylan

Shy Guy

do your busyness mister, said the whore,
offering to make him - a man whole.

Explains it all...

"Madness is rare in individuals—but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Vanity Inanity

Beautiful, you don't look like you think of,
the time when all the admirers,
all the admirers, honey,
are gone.

High class and useless

'It's obvious, that you're high-class and useless.'

- Josefina Bórquez an impoverished mexican woman to Elena Poniatowska, writer, on noticing Elena's utter inability to take Josefina's hens for a walk.

The Trip

I, am high.

scotch fever rising,
the temperature, falling,
world, imbalanced,
the neon streets, whirring,
eyes bedazzled,
and pierced through the forehead
with a tribal arrow, I,
am high.

Afloat, a helium balloon,
music inside I, I inside the music,
swirling in images of
loves bygone, and those yearned,
off of lips, tits, hips, napes, hair, eyes,
bejeweled ears and mascaraed lashes,
singing along with those soft sultry voices
ringing in my brain, I,
am high.

Of wins - losses,
regrets - rewards,
pleasures - pains,
hellos - goodbyes, I,
concoct the cocktail and,
Off of my accidental life, I,
get high.

Without love, I am nothing

Though I speak with the tongues of angels,
if have not love, my worlds would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries,
and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains,
if I have not love I am nothing.

Love is patient, full of goodness,
love tolerates all things, aspires to all things,
love, never dies.
While the prophecies shall be done away,
tongues shall be silenced,
and knowledge shall fade,
thus then shall linger
only faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of these,
is love.

- From the Corinthians 13:1-3

(Perhaps a better translation exists of the Greek verse that I am yet unaware of)