Flawless Scars

The addiction to love... is like jealousy or hate

The more you indulge it inside,

More it takes you beyond medicate 

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The pleasure of night... is one obsession with mate

More you play the game -

To & forth - more it pleases you to have yourself, in the end, betrayed

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The love’s like season... that’s found in every brume, in haze

One night stand could be its reason - 

The reason youths wandering ov’r an every exotic slate

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Love’s no betrayal... but one traitor to hearts, it is, I say

Either you escape its misery of love in veil

Or goddamn hid behind its draped lace,

Your heart goes hurt & will always be hurting you as long as the life ain’t meet death

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Ye - the addiction to love ...

is like one “need” - the destiny - a fate, you goddamn feed damn chase

Whether you “win” it; “earn” it” or do it goddamn “purchase”,

Love’s simplistically love that you make over the night, & with morn, put it away...

It’s not your fault. You show what you’re capable of.. so just.. doin’ your job so is your heart

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Love’s no rummy, no card

but you make it the one that’s ev’n, how funny, already torn you goddamn apart

Bloody flawless scars - in love, you goddamn love beautiful stupid wicked flaws.

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© 2015 Shivam

Wisp

With a slight moan - breathless groan - across sweated necks...
.. & a whisk of heart with a wisp in very eyes,
Spirits get numbed; turned to one; the breaths hummed,
Under the tenancy of vulnerable night - The Night Of amicable Lies! 

~ Winter Wind ~

Subtitle: She's one winter wind that I long to have her whole breathed in.

You - one winter wind, 
I drink you without water &, you shudder me complete alike mint.
***
Lo & behold, miss bold, dusk brings me one wry off eve,
when am sipping large enlarged cups of tea with coffee...
& pouring you gently down in an every page of my engrossed diary
You be one winter wave, I sorta love havin' you deep breathed in
Your touch ‘pon my face alike one atmospheric kiss...
along its participation... shudder an every beat of my heart, Italian-ic
The more I tryna hold you tight for 30-seconds, in tight fist,
more fastly you slip down alike morning fog - The Shrilled Mist
I see how dusk goes turned to night &..
                                  ... gets hooked up with its silence, in few minutes
but you - The Evergreen Thing - ain’t stop humming around my life..
neither step back not to turn me on every single moment am having you whole breathed in.
***
You - one winter wind, 
I drink you without water &, you shudder me complete alike mint.

© 2015 Shivam

Gone Wisp

Who cares of bed of roses, if naked floor’s enough to have us twitched, swiftly
Who cares of goddamn beer or wine, if your lips be enough to get me a glass of drink, softly
One Drink, in which I swim, you sink, we swing ...
Whatever morrow brings to us - to you, to me
every day & 'neath doped night, we know will be saturatin’  love to the pond of swan-sea
I love you, it’s not so necessary sayin’..
One couple, two hearts, under the roof so naked, one spirit
This’s no mimic neither has it ev’r been...
You invade my heart, my mind, my breath just like a fleck - one flicker of gone wisp...
& I wake up ... & see you, you pretty coying,
Look, the love has brought us anew religion - the romanticism's what now we gotta worship.

© 2015 Adams

X-Anthem

Others aspire me, I inspire “others”
               ------ but who inspire “us” first - you mothers
Am gon’ talk ‘bout your daughters
Who be very kinky; have us men damn smothered
I labeled ‘em way-way hotter, super models
So, aggressively...
                                .... do prop‘em in the castle of loves
& as expected, they name me one smoker - real groper
I assertively get my tool harder & plugged in their raw Socker!
“Sorry mothers, "You & your damn daughters 
.. have us men at your mercy,” that’s what not me but Jacob reviewed
to one of my writes, so pervert - “Heart Squirts-II" - the love slaughters.

© 2015 Shivam

Ps. Jacob's one of my online friend - a writer across the web has reviewed one of my writes, as always, called "Heart Squirts-II" and his review was:

Jacob:
"yes, like mothers, the daughters have us at their mercy---we condemn them all we want, but we want them all the more."

I didn't have any intention to use his lines in one of my latest work, but you know, sometimes, you ain't know, what's your next call so yeah .. like always, as usual, I was just getting strewn ov'r the sheets with some words and suddenly, his review hit in my head and in the brace of shakes, I nailed it!

Here's a link to reach "Heart Squirts-II"
Direct link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/heart-squirts-ii.html

Modern Misfit ~ One Scribble

Subtitle: Scribbler writes one "complex" scribble - one knot - the crosswords of laced-mazed-words.

All things gone turned peeled-pale. Time gone-lost & palpably changed
I see, old dust in manifested-land with cold footprints on damn wet sand
Mew, memories crossed my sign & knocked out my goddamn mind
& I gone blown by cold winds along damn shore-line (...to the sea)
(Listening to "The Beatles")
I read 60's. NO! 70's. No! 80's. No! 90's damn all classical poetry;
have got ability to write my own - The Modern Shits All Misfits

Winds pleasing the heart with moist-frost waves ...
            ... when am quiet sitting on one shore called beach,
Autumn soothes my spirit real well, thou', I ain’t even know, how its pleasure goddamn feels…
(… sitting on cold pebbles; ov’r the edge of shore with someone you fetch the most;
exchanging un-exchanged words - in long threads - sharing moist & warmed kisses to utmost)

Love’s a wayward pain ...
                         .... in the backyard of wild-stubborn heart,
Am familiar with its every shade ...
             ... that's belonged to iridescent Perth

I trembling ov'r the cinders of pulverized love, every night & brighten day
so say: All damned things turned peeled-pale; 
no faith damn left to love-barefaced,
people love oleander tastes', but when I taste damn love with time, my mind goddamn unchaste.

© 2015 Shivam

Emptiness

Every dawn is like fog-
                    - a mist in the eye
that neither fades away nor erupts down...
          ..to the ripples - One Emptiness - of gibberish night
With a pen in shivering hand & ...
              ...few peeled papers across bed,
Morn turns to dusk, dusk into night,
My tea gone cold & I see how time flies
Every dew is like smoke-
              - a wisp - a mist in very eye
Neither it fades away nor ev’n let me befriended with any night.

Heart Squirts - II

Hi lonely mothers, your phony daughters have me only distressed

Sometime, am east so sometime in west;

Sometime...coast-north so sometimes, slept on many naked breasts

Real sucker, this’s me being depressed & that's what I goddamn confessed

Hi galaxywives, yea you busted goddamn housewives,

Am in the house, Whatcha might be cooking in kitchen?  You know who’s next!

Bloody ample of your half naked sluty breast... oft. disturbs me over the sultry night,

No matter whether if am home or at office, you always got me transgressed, ‘ight?

Am no thug but a poet - a creep - one writer - real flyer

& will seize your everything with the wilder of lust-fryer

Either it’s your ‘bout faint “jewellery” or waved-shaved #$@(!),

Am real theft - one threat - to your flesh that's damn sat up to.. & will have you whole SAKed!

Goddamn, am damn confessed; rhetorically obsessed with such undressed words 

but nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts - (Lushhhh...)

.. and it's true,

I get the pen & damn grip it all goddamn down;

write some faded-unfaded words in letters, then, later... on, burn it up on surround;

am no infant, no clown but you certainly find me the one - erotic-one, here around

& it's how true... dramatically, 

Am artistically blessed damn obsessed with orchestra-rically molested words

Manifested heart am goddamn born with's kinda meant to get hurt, bloody pervert, I flirt,

(Man, the heart squirts... )

Am not forgiven but sadistically - the one that loves ... 

& this love's such a color - a shade - a hue under dew got on me my damn shirt

I dust it all off, but your stained lips - 

ah, the ocean of softness I damn sink in - imbued on me realistically with damn logistic-love-sin

Oh such an idiotically sinful world am damn living around ... 

.. oft. makes me wonder: 

Who's real sin: Me? The world? or My naive heart that oft. squirts, underground, in love-background!


Ps, First part of "Heart Squirts" is here in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/the-heart-squirts.html

The Heart Squirts

Musically obsessed with confessed words
Nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts
Burning in flames, enraged inflames , goddamn life damn my sucking curse
Living in beauty, dying for love; cheating housewives, am lied with ‘em, gone-innocence sucks
And am... one pervert gone too far... (heck!)
Am gone too far ....can’t revert back
Am damn sunk to dilemma ...quite stumbling to drag ahead
Am lost in my own ...being forgotten, entrapped
Forbidden fruit, I was - the poison, I became that’s lost its venom, instead

Neither am alive nor will ev’r be
My mind’s being spoiled & the heart’s my next to get stitched

And, I’m ... (!)
Am hurt by own regret ...became one of my own deadly threats
Am none across such wounds, but one lost tint - faded ov’r sunsets
Am beaten by fest-past ...have no life to give it some rest
Hi housewives, you wanna get your fist-fetched
Bloody, fetish ... click clack!
May be, I’ve known much ‘bout ‘tis world ..
I’m... ye, now am in need, in want to have my goddamn mind damn reset

Either am being happy or drooled with ecstasy 
Life’s such a game wrapped in love that has things always quite messy 

So, I hold a pen & dig thoughts deep down in damn words
(Goddamn, am rhythmically obsessed with musical words  - 
Oh my confessed heart!)
Nothing way better than being lost in love-life - the iife ...
...that’s further imbued with some fire raised engraved in hearths of hearts -
(Goddamn, am musically obsessed with rhythmic words  -
Oh such a confessed heart - damn it squirts).

Ps. The sequel of "The Heart Squirts" is written in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/heart-squirts-ii.html?zx=13b1bccfca2b2360

Nohemi Gonzalez

Gonzalez was one of 17 students attending

Strate college of design in Paris

as a Part of semester abroad program

When she gunned down at a Bistro on Friday night

& lost her life in real fairies, she burnt with many diaries

The attacks in Paris killed at least 129 people,

according to French officials,

Following assaults at a concert hall,

several restraurants & Stade de France, interracials’

The other 16 students studying in Paris

with Gonzalez’ve been confirmed to be safe

Cal state faculty members spoke...

at the vigil Sunday as well, Oh the world no sage

“There’re simply no words to express ... 

the profound grief & loss,” Martin Hermain, design department chair, said

“She was so excited to be in Paris

May Nohemi’s voice, bright spirit,

playfulness, ideals & hope continue...

to inspire & illuminate the department of design, latticed,

her university family & all those

she touched during her all too short time with us, clannish-ed

Added Michael Laforte, a lecturer at 

Cal state long beach:

“she brought joy, happiness & laughter...

to everybody she worked with.”

Ov’r the weekend, Gonzalez’s former ..

gym instructor, Sofiane Slaoua, told people

that... The young student was

very pretty, very nice with people.

She was one of those girls who likes life.

When she came to the gym,

she would do everything in the workout with smile.

“She was an optimist,” Slaova said

“May she rest in heaven!” Adams fed

One of Gonzalez’s friends told to

Los Angales times,

“She was kind to everyone - a remarkable & unforgettable person...

The world lost such a beautiful shinning light.”

Tim Mraz, Gonzalez’s boyfriend ...

of nearly four years, couldn’t hold back tears as he spoke Sunday,

“If you didn’t know her, she had a Pocahontas tattoo..

...on her left arm. She always said I was her ‘John Smith’,” someway, Mraz told the crowd,

according to NBC Los Angeles., “She was a little firecracker.” To Adams, she was mcleod

Ah, Adams phased: she - the beauty queen of America ablazed..

..in enraged fire of violence, in distortion engraved;

..in raged flames of brutality attackers goddamn raised &

..in one bomb-attack who lost her laced life was nonetheless, but American lass, Nohemi Gonzalez.

Paris Attack - 2015

First attack of 2015, on 7th/Nov.
The further attack or attacks - the coordinating attacks of 2015, on 14th/Nov...
... late night around at 09:40pm .. & updates I got 'bout at 01:45A.M - EST, which means.. it was around 06:00A.M - IST

Oh Lord, it's a goddamn shame that the world being lost in the under rain
Underrated dog damn I goddamn am so be living like a real damn mannered man
I be yelling at the world being lame on running at athiest-terrorists command
What a picky sticky n-o-n----sense! Europe ain't in paris but paris bummed-hummed in damn France
What the hell is this --- what so shitty was that? 
People were enjoying the France & Germany soccer match since ...
One S-bomb'd blast right outside the stadium named: Bataclan
(S-Bomb = Suicider Bomber! Boom! And, he - Bang-Banged)

Charlotte Brehaut and a friend were dining in Le Petit Cambodge, a Cambodian restaurant,
when the shooting started from the street, she told CNN,
"All of a sudden we heard huge gunshots and glass coming through the windows
We ducked with the other diners," that's what she goddamn said
She grabbed the arm of one woman on the floor thou' the woman didn't respond
The woman was shot deep in the chest-breast and there was blood all around her
Damn, And, Authorities said-fed, "At least 14 people were killed in Le Petit Cambodge"

Oh Lord, it's a goddamn shame that world being lost in the under rain
Such a terrible pain that's being plain-ed...
            .. blood blooded strewn all ov'r the pole-streets, damn roads misplaced & Paris distrained!
News saying: "Syria's involved with the matter of such fact; with ISIS - 
ISIS claiming responsibilities of 129 deaths for #ParisAttacks," Bless you, migrants
Paris's quite captivating thou' yo, it's goddamn patched with historian hurricane
The first attack was in 1994 ... & now in 2015, What a long-gone bombardment! 
More than 100 or 150+ people lost their lives in such a war of "Jihadi-humanitarian", it must be restraint

Poor humanity seemed to be crushed 'neath the pyramid of brutality
Hi people, can't ya please let world live with "peace" for the goddamn sake!

but ... urgh ...  whatever ...
People've already lost their lives so it's such a...
Damn, it's a goddamn shame that the world being lost in the under pain
Underrated dog damn I goddamn am so be writing 'tis shit when you everyone's goddamn #$%&(@%$)#@!!

One Mistake

Euphemistically, today, you’re young enough to encounter encountered mistakes but morrow, you’ll get old enough ev’n to make it all correct. Life’s merely a dust undisguised with uncertain time wrapped in teeter-totter pleasure of.. or bittersweet misery... ain't stop at same place not for too long, no matter if the world cursing it real bad, every time...
(people wandering for what's goin' on)
                       
                                                         … I happen to know, everybody blamin' the Lord - Mr. God - for “incurable happenings” … but hardly the one… thanks him for what he has just treasured the world with: “Life”. God blessed lives with love, has delivered cold-enrolled breath to bold pain; supplement cascades to the basket of untold hearts, to giants, to legends, to cowards, to naive - to evils, to bravery-supersonic, as well, & philosophically, of course, the utopia of euphoria, he has breathtakingly rendered to leaves (leaf’s), to frozen-unfrozen - soft & salted - moist & brisk-ed winds, to grass, to scenery - the imagery of - green nature the world's being surrounded with, & to operatic"air" as well.. to get breathed in, but “Humans”...

                                                                                     .. oh, the "Humans" “IS” such species, across wide variety of vibrant world, that's "being" blessed with accumulated life; cursed with indiscretion, levity & exorcism of emotionalism; applauded with introspective factors full of truism of love perhaps, yet.. being divined by "quizzical" distortion of classically non-classical debauch of... called “Humanity” ...

(though none gives a damn 'bout "Humanity", no at all... ")

Alright, Have ya ev’r heard: “Animals’ve got “Animality”?

Okay, If so, it’s oft. counted to iridescent inhumanity

Love’s everywhere with sensuality thou’ there’s plenty of duality in it…

God created humans for love but they killed his vibes with capricious mentality…”

..which means, no matter how sophisticatedly the Lord drooled “Humanitarian spirits” with “Humanity”...,

“... Humans crushed it ‘neath their very feet

not on purpose, not even by mistake,

but for some money…

that’s being materialist across worlds, I stake…”

(Oh such immorality appeared whimsically normal but dysphoric to modernism lost in criminality of modernity ... ")

So, I kinda believe that... 

"... the world’s became empty slate

that's well written in unwritten words,

I cry watching "people" hurting "people" for “nothing”

Oh Lord, every heart across world’s being ablazed...

Lost-Love, Love-Lust's that pain - One Mistake - which brings poor heartaches

though it's such a cure as well that "hardly" soothes past regrets, I dictate."

... & life's getting on top of me so this's why i'm supposed to pen on:-

Today, you’re young enough to make mistakes but morrow, you’ll get old enough ev’n to make it all correct. No?? Hell yeah!!

Hereafter, (Cover... uncoverin' the "stark" waterfront)

One Mistake - The Incidental Night - 

Either you move ahead or escape its molested plights - 

Sin's such a "gambol"  - one formatively gambled-obsession

that has you catastrophized with boulevard's coarsest-yet-ephemerally love-delights.

***

Destiny Of Love

O', your loud thou' slight moan -  distant hums & itching sighs on bed …

having me lost in your warmth … making me insane

You be the softness of soften winds - moist splash of cold rain -

A remedy for heart that keeps me... my spirit quite sane

An empty slate the sky is so I stain linen clouds with your name

Don’t let time walk on by our feet, let us chase our love till it brings pain

I taste furrowed edges of your puckered lips, you savor me near dark well

Let our breaths' meet the destiny of love… who knows, if morrow, we dwell.

Contentment

You envision me in mirror, I be one figment of love dream,

Poetically, the life drags us to lust-peer, The night - nocturnal rapture of sin

I write you in soothing words, you become one enigmatic poetry

My lost heart across frost world keep breathing your lethal lips - one shade so rosary

Life could be one derivation of...  calcul-us thoughts, the time - one dust - old mystery

Let your beats bounce ‘pon the beats of very heart rather, getting beaten-eaten by bold misery

Love’s nothing but certainly… one mighty sword that's majestically mystic

I pour you down in sweet velvety words &, you rhythmically become one musical poetry

Oh, my naïve heart - a page imbued with red ink … 

& the flavors - the shades - the obsession of its night oft... lost in warm contentment of sin.

Go Home

Intentions toward … ‘bout ladies is quite wicked in your head

The more you go familiar with obsession, more it indulges you ahead

Your thoughts ‘bout love gone changed

Love's overwhelmed with disrespect, no strange

Marriages go ruined, relations get crushed, faith’s being destroyed just cos of lust-crush

Students attracting teachers. Teachers ain’t no more real preachers

Every heart’s being swung sadistically with love-norms that’s one greeting from love-reapers

Ye - the world full of dreams so dreamer everyone is,

No strange you’re sad. Its reason’s simplistically belonged to infatuated analogies

If you ask me: "Is love one reason to pain? Does it spoil every religion, chivalrous faith?"

I'll say... utter “No", but probably, quite “Yes”…                

The more you go addicted to it, more it’ll indulge you & then spit, Embarrassingly Embarrass

Either you treat it right or quench its hunger, forlorn…

Neither love has ev’r changed nor will it ev’r be changed, Go Home!

Ps. Just thinking: 

Everyone wants to treat love the way they want to which becomes the reason as well as one systematically unsystematic cause to their "unwanted" pain. So, if one asks .. how to love .. ? Then its answer'd be quite manifested that... "First control your heart (which's tough enough but not impossible doing.) & then "get learned" how "it loves"."

Better Than

What makes you happy’s a real cause to your sadness

Let world live with all peace rather getting lost within its madnes

Money, wealth, hell the woe of un-necessary dough… shan’t be the reason to your unwanted pain,

Feeding your necessities’s must but greed or craving for more’s what having you all lame

(Tremendously, an Idiotic shame!)

With dollar, men can’t even walk with loyalty

Without jewels, woman can’t attract more royalty

Sometimes, I smile so sometimes pretty laugh at such worldly affairs that got me wonder:

“Oh, what if morrow the world’s sunk into the ocean of hearts just like titanic?”

What’d you do with things you’ve earned overnight

Those who even sunk deep inside… couldn’t even save their own life

Let me ask you one realistically philosophical question:

“What’d you be if your life becomes one historian myth lost in darkling mimics, in 'bout no time?”

There’s nothing to do with tears rolling down in grief;

nothing to lament on gone things; nothing to cry for what’s just damaged

& there’s nothing to do with regret… if your own pride has swallowed you, baldy

You can’t bring life back once it’s gone; can never live through your past again;

can’t be the same as you’ve ev’r been & certainly, you can never live with “Stained-Name” 

The past’s your present and the present’ll be your future

If things already gone worst, don’t make ‘em more worser with senseless humour

I agree, with dough, men can’t even walk with loyalty

Without jewels, woman can’t attract more royalty

But it ain’t mean that life can’t be lived without ‘violence’, thoroughly

Look deep at into your heart, what you’ll find - only poor heartaches

It’s better to restart your life than just living with stained - name imbued with heartbreaks

Cos, your today's way better than good or worse analogies of holographic zone of unwanted yesterdays'.

Still Alive

Wake up in morn. Getting depressed with same old thoughts

Nothing entering the mind besides the pain to brain-box

Life becoming hell everyday. Yes, it’s getting lost in hues day-by-day

Neither am seemed to be alive nor am I slept dead

Oh, the funeral of life buried in earth, cascaded sextet

Psychologically, am fine but philosophically… damaged

Sin’s not love, love’s not sin though still we infatuated with ménage.

Wake up at noon. Doing nothing but swinging lone in lame-doom

Darkness be gone & a few lights certainly be drooled up with gloom

Flowers go wilted; broken hearts ain’t go rebuilt

What kills the life with aches’s the analogy of guilt

Oh poor past, the spirit be silked, no aches inbuilt

Man get on Woman, Woman go on Man - this’s what life became - one thread of wicked sin.

Wake up at night; getting lost with damaged mind

The world full of pornography. Masturbation spoiling mankind

It’s so unkind that such masterminds… crushing the whole humankind

Whether on purpose or not, but it’s true… we’re blown to such majestic streamline..

that further drifting us all to nowhere, Our faith fluctuating with anew nightmare

Headache, insomnia - the mania of manic dilemma -

Oh the worst-ness speaking the dust of blown time

I hear voices in head & breathing in funeral though… still alive with damaged mind.

Gone Dawn

Meticulously, Am broken - lost the direction to walk on
What I was & have just become - The dust of gone-dawn -
Lost my passion - the passion to be what I ev’r wished
Loneliness overwhelmed me with possession that has me utter pissed
Every morn’s my night & all nights became -  my friend
Am no more lack of foes. My broken “self” … can’t be on mend
Save me lord. The path I’ve chosen to walk on’s trembled ov’r the ashes
I can't take it anymore… save me off such kaleidoscopic mazes
Insomniac, am became… thought it’d be good to be lived along
But it’s not as easy as I envisioned, it killed my vibes from where to I belong
Childhood’s gone though am good … it’s pretty gone with “past” hues
Maturity’s up has “people” lost in “sin”  & none knows what they goin’ through
How funny the life is, sometimes, it’s up so sometimes, it’s down
Time belongs to no one likelihood not even one king to his golden crown
Ye - Meticulously, am broken - lost the direction to walk on ...
What I was & have become - an unbroken dust of broken gone - dawn, dramatically - unknown.