Lady Lazarus

My favoritestestest poem in the whole wide world! :D

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Mother, my child?

She came to me every morning,
asking, if I would still remain her mother.
I kissed her forehead and promised - forever.

Her mistakes; so many, so innocent.
Why had my child learnt so much?

Her goodness taking away the poison in my life;
Why had my child grown so much?

Sad. Happy. And sad; my child saw right through me.
Why did she, my child, cry so much?

She dreamed, hoping that when she opened her eyes they would all magically come true.
Why had my child believed in life so much?

I knew my baby would play and never stop even time too had to ask.
I knew my baby would fall in love and learn to hate things in life.
I knew my baby would be wise someday.
I knew that I was giving the world my baby,
just to watch them kill her in front of me.
Why had my child become immortal?

Yet, I let them cut the cord that attached her to me.
-"Your child, Miss Anne was born dead!" (-yet free)

Converse with myself - I

Me~ : Its about the great DR Rajendra Prasad?
Myself: Yeah, he had soup. Vegetable soup. Not the furniture one.
Me~ : Wasn't he ashamed of being given birth to? Didn't he say he'd rather be adopted by two cats?
Myself: I think he was into ships.
Me~ : Maybe he saw the trailer of that new movie.
Myself: Who was she anyway?
Me~ : Lambs are in peace with sheep, now.
Me~ : She was a nice girl. Very religious.
Me~ : Her mother was married. She had two first names.
Myself: Now that we've finished talking about important matters, shall we just have some fun? Like laze around. Gossip and such.
Me~ : Sure. So you pray?
Myself: Yeah. I have to. We don't trust politicians.
Me~: We? You and the Irish Navy?
Myself: No. The politicians themselves.
Me~: Oh, they want cats to adopt them too?
Myself: Don't make this about yourself.
Me~: When is Harry coming back?
Myself: When Madonna comes out with a new single.
Me~: He's a very strong man.
Myself: He's trying to be long too. Like that ad, " If you want to be long, you gotta be strong"
Me~: But..
Myself: Yeah, he'll call you.
Me~: Denial mode?
Myself: I'm busy right now. I'll talk to you later. Ok? Good. Bye.
Me~: Ah, this tea tastes good.
Me~: I saw this dream where I was selling wooden bras. It was crazy.
Me~: Don't cows need mascara?
Me~: Music is over rated. They should rate trees. They'll start growing and we won't have to worry about shortage of the same in about 20 years later.
Me~: I have dandruff. And a mother.
Me~: Its about finding your deepest emotions.
Me~: Hey, I'm a bit busy now. Is it okay if I call you later? Around 6? Ok?
Me~: Bye.

Randoomm

I'm just a cow!

Have you noticed, how there are no advertisments on any matchbox comapnies?

Why don't they ever make a vegetable-extract soap? Like tapioca or carrots?

I'm gonna flush my third child down the toilet so he can meet his twin brother in Cambodia.

Can I pray on a 11-hour flight?

If you're still reading this, you must be really dumb. But there's a reward too!

And how come we don't see any ads on doormats or tools?

Tee hee~

Advertisments are more fun to watch than anything else on TV, lately.

I reply to all my emails.

Do yourself a favor and shave your face.

Brubru is a nice nickname for Mic Jagger.

Oat condoms? Like, they absorb cholestrol, right? Maybe. . sperms too?

My gate! Vote for my gate! There's no difference anyway.

These pest exterminating people are a real rip off. Why kill something that might be a delicacy in some other country? Just import them. *awaits the arrival of Mickey Mouse*

Now, what's really funny is that China hopes for a spot on the space station. Khee khee. And they don't even have pimples or black-heads. Tee hee~

Your surprise is - a water heater!

Lazarus - Porcupine tree

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue
And says

"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said

"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"

"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"

"Follow me down to the valley below You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us, Lazarus
It's time for you to go"