Neon Signs

Posted in Poetry with tags , on March 18, 2010 by SqlChow

Glimmering in the moonlit night,
it was one of them signs towed
at the back of a truck, bright
like Gen.hookers gals…always, bright.

I scraped at my window, to see
If the light would brighten the
damply room. Was it heresy?
What it clearly read? Too artsy.

Perhaps, I needed cleaner windows
mine were hardly, like ghostly
canvases which took the artists’ blows
and were left bland and callous.

I could hear the neighbours cot
creaking, his gelded weight
burdening it. The floor rot
with him acting up the colt.

I stepped into the night
and my drunk heart was singin
a medley to the moonlight
the sign still flashed birght.

The muted moans next door
were killed by the neon buzz
that lit up the ground floor
and then died at the cooler.


The Swordsmith Song

Posted in Limerick, Poetry with tags , , on February 27, 2010 by SqlChow

Clickety, Clang! Clang!
Fell the hammer, Bang! Bang!
And the anvil, oh! so huge,
Shook in a subterfuge
As the great big sword, took it’s refuge
In a tub o’water, under the hang.
Clickety, Clang! Clang!
Fell the hammer, Bang! Bang!


Posted in Blog-Posts, Poetry with tags , on February 20, 2010 by SqlChow

I scribble, and I scrabble
as I try and do it all.
Poems, props, lyrics and limericks
Lo, behold! even the odd epics
I scribble, and I scrabble.


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Deep Inside

Posted in Blabber, Blog-Posts, Free Style, Humorous with tags , , on February 18, 2010 by SqlChow

Deep inside I want to scream at the top of my lungs, please leave me the F#ck alone! I am not your average, pre-defined, pre-sorted, ultra-emotional metro sexual. I don’t need a brand and I don’t need your pre-packaged bull-shit about, what life is and what a man should do. I would borrow dough from my girl and never return it.

I want to be free of all the filth that society piles up on an individual. I want to be free off peer pressure, social pressure, family pressure and even mA blood pressure if I could help it. I would bribe my ass, if it would take it, to fart when I want to. I am just an average Joe, who wouldn’t mind drinking chai from his friends’ tea-saucer or sharing a cigarette with him. I am not pseudo philosophical but, I do have serious questions about life and death.

I am not suicidal. Yet, I want to see my brain splattered over a meter gauge track…but, put the idea behind me because, something about unclean surroundings turns me off, even more than death turns me on. I would like to die in a highly sterile environment. Nope, not the hospital…Did you ever wonder that going there can actually make you sick because of all the undead pathogens still floating around in the air?

Ah! Yes…Airplanes, them machines seem to be sterile. But, on after-thought 500 sweating pigs (read, humans) perspiring, respiring in them closed quarters is hardly sterile. How about the clean sparkling waters of a waterfall? Huh! Hmm…Interesting. Coming to think of it that does not look like such a bad place to die, is it? But, who knows who took a casual dump in the stream a 100miles away 3hrs 15min ago and water is just moving at 30mph until 100feet from the falls… and the waterfall is just 300feet high? And that weird alienation lands on me halfway down? I would be turned off (I would rather die, if I was like the Yamuna) and would not want to die then…Argghh…no, I don’t like that idea.

Let’s see… what about crashing my car into a ravine…that way I don’t have to worry about the surroundings until I die and who cares how bad my guts smell once I am dead. As they say…once you dead! You ain’t coming back. But cars are built to last…and what if I just break a few bones and one of them is jutting out of the side from under my right thigh and a few inches from my already bloodied face? Gory and unclean and also, I don’t own a car or even a motorcycle for that matter…Holy Cr@p! There is no place on this earth where I would like to die.

Now, I am worried…So, much for freestyle thinking. Fuck you George Carlin, and it’s time for me to sleep.


Posted in Blog-Posts, Humorous with tags on February 10, 2010 by SqlChow

Where ever you go, there are a couple of attention hoggers, who are always against any point made by anyone. It is at first, interesting then it becomes irritating and finally they became irrational like Monkeys on crack.