My Lonely Spirit

There was a bad stench in the wind,

my nostrils flared

the fellow passenger

seemed to care                                 

“what’s wrong?” asked he

“that smell, can’t you see?”

“what smell, i have never felt a more pleasant breeze

my nose twitched, I got pissed

“stop fucking around, I can’t breathe”

calmly he said, “I aren’t kidding buddy, maybe it’s within”

“within what?”

he looked into my eyes

and stared into my soul

he picked his belongings & ran away

he ran away,

while I stood there

I shouted, “buddy! please wait”

I heard his distant voice, “apologies mate, but I need to flee”

but why, I couldn’t figure out

At times, during lonely nights

a thought prances in my head

was that stench real or was it inside me?

I don’t have an answer,                                               

things have been hazy since I’ve been dead…

It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Are you a chimp?

Are you a chimp?

 

Darwin told you, a long time ago that you were a chimp! You agreed, Didn’t you? But he made a small error. Yes, I said it. Loud and clear that Darwin made a mistake. Great men make mistakes too. That’s why Rome fell.

Darwin said you were a chimp. No motherfucker! You still are. Yes, you evolved physically but then that’s about it. You did not read books. You thought it’s too much of work. Let’s just look good and dress well, design an economy which resembles musical chair. Someone would always lose. It’s a musical chair. Those are the rules. And then you decided to fuck nature up and you enjoying, having fun. Just like chimps do. Break twigs, shit, puke, fuck, steal, at times hunt too. That’s your whole fucking story.

So, you still are a chimp! You were a chimp and you are a chimp.

I know some of you are laughing right now thinking I am joking but no I am not. I am damn serious. I am as serious as you were when you decided to nuke Hiroshima to make a point. A very small point. That you were a better chimp. Not so long ago you also decided to eliminate a breed of fellow individuals. One of the alpha male of your esteemed chimp community, ‘Sir great chimp – Hitler’, decided to kill Jews. You just stood there in shock and awe and I don’t know what as I wasn’t born then.

In my time another chimp, ‘Sir Donald fucking Trump chimp’ is doing the same. He wishes to kill every Muslim brother. That’s how chimps do it.

Now some of you are thinking what is my propaganda behind writing this. Am I a Muslim? Am I a naturalist? Do I have a PhD? How am I so confidently stating the but obvious truth. Well, for your chimp brain let’s just assume that I am Charlie Marvin, seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin. And I also talk to the universe, because I am a human being, not a chimp! Unlike you.

So, please pay a very close attention to what I am saying. You are a fucking chimp! Okay! And you accidentally got the gift of language. You are not supposed to know the language. Because you use it to spread hate. You do not use it to spread love or peace. You should only communicate in sign language. Because you are a chimp and chimps are not supposed to talk.

And then came the shittiest moment in human history. You chimps got access to Inter fuck it Net. Holy Fuck! What’s gonna happen now? Every fucking chimp got smart devices. LMAO! LOL! Killing fucking language. (Smiley Emoji).  Because you don’t understand language. You are not supposed to talk.

And all of you who are thinking right now that you are a human being. Well, you are wrong too. You are also a chimp! Because you don’t understand, ‘Where there is will, there is a way’.  You don’t understand,”Honesty is the best policy“. You don’t understand,”Time and tide wait for none“. You don’t understand,”Find something you love and let it kill you”. You don’t understand,”Go all the way or don’t even start”. You don’t understand,”You are a piece of shit”. I don’t know why am I wasting my time talking to you. You won’t understand.”You are a chimp!“.

Please don’t buy a book. Go buy an I-Phone.

Charles Marvin seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin.

Artist ¦Naturalist

Until We Meet Again…

It was a room full of people,

But I felt all alone,

I stood there & stared in disbelief,

My only son was gone…

 

So many dreams you took with you,

so many hopes were shattered,

so many nights of mid-night hunger pangs

my house, once full of chatter.

 

You took with you my brightest smile,

my will to live,

my reason to die

Your vacant room lies undisturbed,

I do not have the strength to curb

the stinging pain i feel within,

when I see the lawn chair you’re not in.

 

You’re study room with your favorite reads

the wooden shelves,

the golden beads,

that you once collected to adorn a frame,

a family portrait,

gently engraved with the family name.

 

Your favorite ride,

now, covered in cloth

reminds me of the time,

when you & I both,

rode to the market ,

to buy your favorite shirt,

the color was a deep blue,

your wide grin was it’s real worth.

 

It’s not just me,

but my flowers too,

that miss the boy who came by once a week,

Now they stare in empty space,

they’re lonely & too sad to speak.

 

 

The kitchen , I must say

misses you the most

’cause that’s where you made,

your famous sourdough toast.

 

Going back to that dreadful day,

when lifeless,

in the living room you lay.

I stared at you,

my hands at the rim,

of that God forsaken coffin,

that held my sleeping son inside,

my life, my joy, my heart, my pride.

 

I question God ‘most everyday,

why was it you,

not I that lay.

But such is the work of fate my son,

it shakes the faith of everyone.

 

There’s lot’s to tell

& lot’s to share,

that I no longer can retain.

I must hold my peace,

it’s good bye for now,

until we meet again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I’m Gone – The Checklist

Nobody lives forever,

Someday we’re all going to die.

And I want to sign out with a bang,

I don’t want to be that guy.

That guy who has a herd of people,

lined up to pay last respects.

I want to be that guy,

who wakes up mid mourning, to conduct some last minute checks.

Don’t worry, you’ll have a checklist handy,

to ensure that all goes well.

‘Cause if you miss out for some reason,

I shall haunt you from the depths of Hell!

So here’s my final checklist,

before I digress, 

I must confess,

This happens often.

I might be sunshine & sprinkles one moment,

The next it could be my coffin.

First things first, I want a well lit room,

where I lay in my deepest slumber.

For in my heart I’m a sunshine junkie,

’bout that I make no blunder.

My dress should be that of a bride,

’cause in life , I never got to wear one.

I got married twice, but not a single wedding,

so I’ll go fix that crap in heaven.

Next, I want everyone dressed,

in the brightest, most beautiful attire.

I want a live band to play “O Happy Day”

Along a singing choir.

There should be food of the scrumptious kind,

& wine the choicest best.

It would be great if the guest list spells “near & dear’

I don’t care about the rest.

I guess what my heart is trying to say,

is do not mourn my going away…

Bid me farewell on a happy note,

that’s my final wish.

‘Cause all my life I’ve dealt with sullen faces,

my final day, I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

HA HA HA I caught you bad,

don’t worry that last was a joke,

On an honest note I don’t want you sad,

‘Cause when you’re sad, you’re an inconsolable bloke.

And this time I won’t be there to cheer you up,

For I would have breathed my last.

So I hand you this checklist I made,

to spread the happy spell I cast!

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