Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The maharaja
crossorange
illumination
As dawn turns to dusk
All is quiet
Not all are still
Barry White
playing in the background
As he work on his magic
Magic hands,Magic lips
Magic dragon,Magic mushrooms
Conjuring spells that leap into fireworks
Soaring
Ultimate ecstacy
Yellow, Orange and Red
warmth,excitement and sensuality
The Mahaguru is at work.
He has the voice of an angel
He would sing songs of enchantment
Songs of divine love, peace and longevity.
Lies,lies,lies ,lies
Harmless little white lies
Which keeps all whom he loves happy
He is The Great Pretender.
His feet moves like Jacko
His hips swings like Swayze
His words as crude as it might seems
Turns on
His devotees soar high
Flying, rising
Soaring into the midnight sky
Like a loose cannon
being fired by mistake
Spontanueas combustions erupts
Spills of lava
Devours
All whom he unleash upon
All under his ring of fires
Undeniable
Unevitable
Indestructable.
He has a face of innocence
Eyes as sweet like wine
From the vineyards of Umbria
Olive tan skin
Dark lush locks
falling from his round boyish face
Now who could resist such a God-like face.
He is afterall The Ladies Man.
juxtaposed road
31st Horn Street is where he dwell
In an isolated cave amidst the urbancity
Overlooking an orange lion's head,
which stands up grand in the evening sky
upon manmade skyscrapers
and metalbars made of iron.
The round moonlight watches over him
As he cast his spells upon troubled souls
"What you may not know, would not hurt you
Ignorrance is bliss"
The Mahaguru would tell his devotees
Bullocks, I would think.
But the Mahaguru has faith in himself
let learn
& l ive d ie
Will he ever learn, I will not know
If he ever finds his one true love
Whom might that be
We will never know
Life is unpredictable
As the wheather
is to rise and fall
As to fate & destiny
It could be me or you
It could be anyone
Whomever it may be
His curse of everlong infidelity
Will only be broken with true love
As corny as it may sound
It is the truth
Only time will tell
As his sins will be forgiven
His burden being lifted from him
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
pink,peach,plum
Pearl white, off-white,white,almond,buff,
beige,brown,dark brown&black.
Tall,plain & simple;short,voluptious & adorable
Waif,tall and flat;robust,meaty&bitchy
XS,S,M,L,XL,XXL
His devotees come in all shapes & sizes
Many races, many faces,
many wonders, many splendours.
All left with silent satisfied smiles
Every faces , every moon and sun
After just one night of worship and prayer
Prayer to the false God
A God who calls himself
The Maharaja
"Iam The Maharaja and I will rock your world"
How lame and shallow it is
Like a thorn prick beneath my foot
How low and arrogant it may sound
It is a fact that all his devotees adore and worship him
I , for one spit at his flamboyant and casual encounters
"Have you no shame of your pride as a man?" I ask one day
"There is no shame but there is pride when a woman
is well provided of her needs.I know not of who she is at times
and sometimes I do know of her name.
Some turned sweet, some sour.
Be it bitter, be it sweet I have no regrets
For you only live once
Seize the day, my dear friend"
tsk,tsk,tsk..
if walls had ears they would hear
If the blind have sight they would see
Bad omen has befall upon the Maharaja
For one day the Maharani's eyes & ears
bestowed upon her and all were revealed
She threw a tantrum which caused an earthquake
strong wind & rain,thunder & lightning across the land
She confronted the Maharaja upon this matter
Deny, deny, deny, deny.
Lies,lies, lies & empty promises
They bellowed like bells from Notre Dame
They battled with all their might
One thousand million nights they fought
Until they could utter not one word more
Apologies plead,unforgiven sins.
She now lay beneath mother earth
Her soul ,
Now free from heartache
Free from deception
Free from misery.
Now
sat the Maharaja on his make shift throne
looking out from his window
smoking his shisha , drinking peppermint tea
wondering, pondering
if his Maharani will ever come back
Maybe she will , maybe she won't
Bittersweet memories
which they have
will be forever embedded in his heart
Thus, life must go on
The Maharaja begin to cast his next spell
Thrive on vulnerable , helpless souls
Gathering desciples, devotees , believers
It will never end
He will never learn
Sad but true
He will never know what true love is
What a pity , what a shame
to go through life without love
One day he shall succumb to LOVE
and when it does it will strike like Zeus's lightning bolts
No where to hide
No where to turn
Except to his
one true love
one heart
one soul.
# posted by i am may : 11:40 PM
