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== Roque Lazarus ==Poet / Musician / Psychic
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[edit] HEY FAIRY
Hey fairy...what’s up dearie?
Unbalanced elements in your story?
Just cheer up...go on! Fire-Elf returning home tonight welcome her; come on!
You are upset child...Over something,just a wee-bit upset,
I can sense that much and I; ecstatic as a bubbling brook, in a poetry book won’t deny, that I just spoke to a publisher and I think, by JULY, we’ll immortalize you in Printers ink!
Someone’s gain is another’s loss....that’s what the world is about... And soon I’ll be sad again and you, feeling happy as punch.... that’s the turning-wheel....no doubt!
You take care....and keep talking; share...make the best of it , whenever you’re there... float your mind on water; thoughts fly free in air,though feet don’t stand on earth, move on without care.
And sit on the Church-spire, ask what you desire... you’ll surely get it; God doesn’t tire...just aspire... And though I’m not a liar, I freely perspire because I’m made of Holy-Fire!
Who am I? I am me? and who is me? The sum-total of the Universe in this splendid manifestation of nature---my body! And What am I? A HUMAN? An Alien?A fallen-angel? I am a soul...an everlasting soul...created to reach another`s...crafted to last for eternity...no place here fer self-pity....maybe a lil empathy fer others like me...I am a shadow of Me! Soul, the shadow of the Body! The body-- the temple of the Soul! I am Me... and in me resides the Universe.... so if the Universe lives in my Body and my Soul; inthe Universe, Why then should I cause undue stress to my constituents; my fellow-beings on the 3rd dimension andthe 4th? Yesterday, today and Tommorow? The past, present and the Future? In This world and the Next? At a point in time you might see me Serenadin the moon! --at another...wise-crackin on a microphone...smooth-talkin; smooth-shaven...crew-cut... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLhuXkYIzss Varnished...heavy Guitar in hand, attired in Striped-blue/white jeans and shrunk-shirt!! or I might me singin a popular tune http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC-FO0j1Wro and setting it to new lyrics....like fer my friend Jesus! or I might be talkin to Fairies, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGokCmOOlTY and u might say..he is talkin to air... or u can catch me tellin some-one I admire to meet in http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OqemZFa-9c in my dreams! Sometimes I would like to walk on the streets..or sit in the studio or jam with friends http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c6kqSQ8Mes at times I might like to discourse on life and how to lend a helping hand....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE7CL_wD_c4 or record the meaningless-mumbling of little Axl http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihCC0NAKaw4 or crite a caption and direct a video fer a sauce bottle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZlxUPYx2dI or mentor my pupils to play Paradise City! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdsuFC3O6d8 these young guys seem to think life is a BIG party ! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayclkLq_BbY and yet at other times....I might be wearin a Velvet-black hat and a blood-red shirt...hair half-curly reachin my waist .....and I still might at other times be craftin a foot-ball guitar, strummin tunes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_26tdj0GzQU to satisfy myself.. sometimes If I`m silent and dont speak to yu...know that you are there on my mind.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXkkLrpqGxE always! Yet some other time.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFM9KmBz3WY i might remind u of yer old days! Sometimes you might catch me admiring the morning http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWReaOGyPcA and sometimes you will catch me speeding without warning.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHhTYM8Cs6Y sometimes u can see me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGokCmOOlTY talkin to a fairy ...at times I`ll be givin prizes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhk0SljDSiI though I`m poor I dont worry!! sometimes watch me smile....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QnnrN1b4x4 and talk to Father SUN...sometimes watch my fingers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUCu0WsfBS0 doin the super-marathon run! and very rarely will I http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKchqYy7_P4 play a romantic-waltz.....because I am busy groovin at mp3.com/roquelazarus ...with the Wizard of OZ! and Yet I realise that I am just a grain of sand on the unending beach of time.... destined to compile rhyme!
[edit] Psychic`s Prayer
Have I given today? Loaned without discerning? Have I longed today? WANTED without yearning? Have I observed this day? Saw it without learning? Have I cried a tear? Wept out without mourning??
My Mind....my dear mind, why these games you play with me? Brother be kind, just un-wind.....take me on a trip beyond the Sea... Darling eyes you who are the twins sons of mother light... shine bright, shine on.....give back Father sun his right.. while he makes his CELESTIAL flight.
Naughty Tongue, how many times have I told you to stay still? You better watch out dont curse so much in April... Your edge is shaper than the Butchers blade.. You make their heads roll fast... at least spare the Guy on his funeral day.. dont say `Another one bites the dust!'---
And Heart o mine, you who are the heartless o them all! Someone here tries to bother you and you roll into an ice-ball.. Who will feed them blood I pray? and what will distant legs say? Feed them their daily bread n wine well, come High-water or HELL!
And all of you my body parts be strong and do belong... we all`ve made from Air n earth n fire n water..all along, so buck up now and sing a song and lend me a helpin hand.. and we`ll get along mighty fine in this strange cold psychic land.
and when we makes those faces smile and tears are wiped away, pack up our bags and wrap these bones lets just call it a day.. for what we did not do in June; just got done with a simple tune... came here just to unite you and leavin for our Himalayas soon... wishin u a lovely full-moon! november800@hotmail.com
[edit] TOO SAD...
Too sad though you have immortalized my alter ego in a brewed-bottle, I don’t drink! No wine, no beer, no smoke, no fear! No Beef, no pork, no fish, I’m broke! No muscles, no worry, no girlfriend, no Ferrari. No heron, no heroine and heroin means mortuary! Have another drink Bruno, another beer Camille? Don’t u worry I’ll foot the bill. Forced them to drink, they can’t stop now, 8 yrs Teetotaler, Vie been and how!! Had a copy of Harley’s, wife sold it for 850. Along with the unlicenced..`mo-fa`..now she’s eyeing my red-car. Was cycling till last year, makes Eve feel we’re inferior, So I gave it to someone I didn’t know...and she was glad to see it go.. And now I have a scooter which guzzles petrol like Whisky, Can’t take the Yamaha bike, no insurance, its too risky... The Red-car that I traded for my guitar gets hic-cups and I can’t drive her far... So I guess I’ll sell her on e-bay, will someone bid her one day? Let her go her way, I’d rather have a donkey with a bray. And my dear legs, just where have you been? Certainly not to England to see the pretty Queen? You can’t hold my weight for a measly 2 hours... While drunkards walk miles after drinking in bars! november800@hotmail.com
[edit] Goa and what I know of it....
weaTHER changes and tires us out these days.....but it is great fun in Goa!! OH its an interestin place awright! We have our fair share of rain and Sun here....its rainin so hard that I got drenched THROUGH my Chinese raincoat....(or is it a windcheater with micro-pores?) The Adidas pants which mother sent, too are not water-proof as i realised yesterday, much to my chagrin! You know we have so many of brilliant people here.....in Goa.....with cheerful names... Just like our Pedro is a version of Peter and JOAO of John, Monica is a very popular name...and very pleasant to utter and to hear, when uttered!
Just like Pascoal which sounds Spanish and Pauline as in French or Roque as in Portugal. I dont know much about other parts of India as I am like fish outta water outside my state GOA..... We are nestled between the SAHYADRI range mountains and the lush green forests of another state.....and on the 3rd front by the gentle lapping waves of the Arabian sea carressing the golden virgin shore.....lottsa coconut trees here.....lottsa cashew, arecanut kokum, teak, neelgiri trees....our revered tree..the BANYAN and the PEEPAL...also grow in their majestic strength and valor... I dont know about the religious ratio but it would be somethin like.... Hindus, catholic n muslim and other religions like Parsi, and splinter-groups....more or less... There is an invisible line drawing cultures on religious backgrounds but everyone overlooks that fact...we all share in each others festivities...unless and except fer the few bad incidents we have had like communal riots....which have been resolved but the embers are still burning under the ashes.... Here everyone speaks ENGLISH/KONKANNI on a 50/50 basis... Marathi being the other language of nearby state Maharashtra and also sharing official language status here . Hindi is our ..the National tongue! French/Portuguese/German are options fer 3rd language at the school level..... We have our own Goa University here but I attended one from Tamil-Nadu. People here are fashion conscious and our grandfathers and mothers all know PORTUGUESE.....(Goa had been ruled by the Potuguese for 451 years...hence European culture is part of our heritage) WE have our quaint festivals too where sometime this month all the youth will be crowned with a crown of leaves and jump in the village wells eatin fruit drinkin FENI..(country liquor) and shoutin out to their hearts content..../this is the feast of st.john the baptist... fer Diwali ....we prepare a feast of sweets and lights... Holi...festival of colors....spray everyone n anyone with washable paint...no offence taken... Christmas.....sweets agin and renewal of the faith... Carnival...3 days of abandonment.....withen safe limits....(thats the picture they paint to the tourist.....I dont believe in feast of the flesh) year round....boat-cruise trips.....back-water crocodile spotting...dolphin trips....trips in a canoe to a secluded island..... trips to a 1000 year old black-granite temple....DUDHSAGAR...our waterfalls(runs dry sometimes lol).. vistit the SPICE-FARMS....wher one can see the green apron of nature, nurtured by the tender hands of slender women in traditional Goan attire of Short thin blouse and a folded sari.... Elephant rides and water-scooter jets......parasailing and windsurfin... motels to hotels....starless to 7star-deluxe..... golf courses are gainin popularity here...but then water is so dear.... migrants have voted today to elect their chosen representitives and I.....cant vote ....dont have an election card or proof of residence to give....lol....sorrowful lies my land....your son of the soil (like one of our famous writers would name his book)...yet son no more......people flockin here...guess its time fer me to go..... and then...I`ll be a migrant on a foreign shore....that is if they will welcome me at their door....have to leave here...i haVE TO GO.... India my house...but home no more! (p.s. did that sound like a poem.....sometimes i git carried away..)
[edit] Free yer mind!
calm down child....free yer mind....
the world is not so bad as you make it out to be.....
anger is just a silly-notion that plagues u n me hang on here, while they jeer and leer;
do not fear we all are near..
and to someone above you are so dear...
lets have some green-tea in good cheer ..
and spring soon will bloom here yet again, you'll see!!
[edit] Will you miss me?
It’s been a pleasure knowin’ you, Though time has hardly passed… While a friendship gently grew and blossomed oh so fast… A stranger in yer town, you lent a helpin’ hand Tomorrow I’ll be gone, back to my native land!
- And will you miss me, when I go…
Will you miss me I wanna know… I will miss you, my friends more and more… I wanna wave you goodbye, before I go….
I was shy when I arrived, You gently eased my fears, Those sweet moments I’ve derived, they’re drivin’ me to tears.. Mogra flower and It’s leaves, so close but yet so far.. You have been my sailin’ ship…I’ll be yer guidin’ star!
+ Birds returnin’ to their nest are callin’ out to me… My home-town cries, “come back and rest’, I can’t stay can’t you see… I’m grateful fer bein yer guest –an Oak-leaf on a Fig tree… You gave me shelter in yer nest; a life-time lived fer free!!
[edit] Weep 'em out BIG-Boy!!
Weep 'em out Big-Boy! Weep 'em out big-boy, ain't no use holdin' back! Salty cheeks are bettuh than carryin' a woe-filled sack---on yer back! So its catchin up with ya...the pressure and the pain... just bathe yer senses in the cold November rain..... You certainly are weighed down by the drudgery of existence meandering in lonely meadows of the grassless rocky Eden... and though you fly in Dreams and escape reality, you still can live yer life without any self-pity... fear not friend we are connected by wires thin yet strong, be thankful for yer completeness you are alive so sing a song, eye fer n eye, fightin tooth and nail was just not meant to be... we are tiny back-boned jelly-fish in these paranormal sea... weak yet strong, we sting real bad when someone does us wrong.. buryin' the hatchet lets just sit and watch it as friendship runs along, live well and the whole world blooms along with you... watch yer numerous earthy-maladies diminishing into few, you at least are blessed with a handsome robust figure... and I, in turn possess the frail-frame of a hungry beggar.. my measly-meal is meagre.....I eat to live, not the other way roun' ---just a veggy-burger!..... so just keep smilin at nature's fury...the more she throws... laugh all the harder....Heavy-laughter might make u accidently make you releive yer bladder ... hold yer sides...dont lem em split...regain conscioussness in the midst of a fit... live fer Today...not fer tomorrow...thank this bright day...wipe out yer sorrow... and though in the shadow of the moon yer thoughts may hide... let em' be there along with yer toubles and pride... fer when you return home..you`ll hang out yer jacket.... and shut-out all the hum-drum, pain and noisy racket... alone in the bliss-full company of the ones you love..... does it matter if yer in Hell or Heaven high above? Roast some Almonds.....fire the hearth.... make livin' pleasant ....bless mother Earth!! Curl yer toes if it does get hot...u've been out in the cold a lot... warm yer heart that wuz kinda cold...hug yer kid, make im bold! KISS yer woman....like you nevuh did before... Miss yer loved ones you knew a long time ago... place the palms of yer hands on your body that is achin... use that awesome power thats yers fer the takin... Shape yer life again..like only u can.... PEP up BIG-BOY....Live yer life like a MAN!!
[edit] I've seen it all......................no doubt!!
Cobra spitting from a mushroom-sprout!
Hanky wiping the Crocodile's snout!
Devil's laughing while Angels shout!
Black-teeth leering while red-lips pout!
Hyenas jeering while sheep move out!
Blood drips-crimson from the blackkened heart,
Manipulation..........now isnt that a fine-art?
dead-man walking; tomb-stone prised,
now dont pretend to be so surprized,
at the return of the Anti-christ!!
Bumbling-bees and a Bloomin' daisy,
aint it enough to drive ya crazy?
Irregular posts ...Im gettin lazy..
This site is losin it's charm on me
maybe.....
Broken- ankles; Broken- hearts,
cemetary vigils; ghost departs,
Blue-bulb flashing, unearthly hour,
Fire-blower give 'em the power...
to turn strained relations a lil more sour!!
I aint got no muscles..I aint got no style,
I aint got no blue-eyes to make em go wild!
I just have a mind which I think is not mine...
and though I act kind, Im still far behind..
the paranormal grind!
Come back you say..but where to I pray??
Pop-up sometime but who cares for rhyme??
Surely I aint no ghost-hunter ...nay not I,
and I dont wanna be a haunted-ghost when I die...
dont cry...this aint goodbye!!
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- ...and if you've missed missed my smile...
please do SHOUT!!
....through falling-teeth I'll grin-out...
and If I've missed somethin please dont whack the bush about.....
I just cant be wrong.....Right without doubt!
== The Quest ==
There was once a quest in my life, A search which became a burden, Feels so heavy; your memory, Spinster for a lifetime will you be?
Cast the chains, you’re a free bird now, Fly away and leave me alone, If you return to me, you are mine Not mine, if you fly on!
