Darvish Khan Writes

In the old days, ponies were painted with color,
And we met the quarry with vigorous valor.

Now, we chase fast food burger in enameled car,
And bravely parade our prowess with tattooed scar.

In the old days, we lived in a tribal circle,
And sang bright song rhythmic and musical.

Today, we lisp a pathetic soliloquy
And desperately long for community.

Our heroic voice of individualism
Is captive like Clint in emotional prison.

One day, solar sons and daughters will arise,
And the hearts and minds of cowards surprise.

Darvish longs for painted pony and warrior
To regale the White Horse Avatar as savior.

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Bells ring, the heart sings god is dead– Love awakes:
The God Man smiles with infinite pain for our sake.

O the pain, the dull pain of the mind’s bitter greed
That plants and reaps eternally such barren seed.

Drown and drown again the interminable lies
Of the ego mind’s unceasing desperate cries!

Swallow your breath again and again ’till at last
Love becomes breathless and annihilates the past.

I am a slave of desire bound to a cruel wheel;
Only the Beloved’s grace can freedom reveal.

Each glance that flashes from the Master’s bright face
Liberates vicious unlove from the human race.

God is dead sings the joyous and awakened heart-
Love offers a rose to the Friend in chastened art.

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After we were colonized and homogenized
More or less, we agreed to be mesmerized.

We sacrificed and gilded a bull to Progress
To atone for the blood of our rapacious lust.

O dazzling Future- bury the past with aplomb:
May all our nervous ticks and screams go numb!

John Wayne never dies but out guns the villain;
Conscience like clorox bleaches away all our sin.

Go ahead, pry this rage from my cold dead hand:
( Hate is one thing the heart will never understand!)

The wheel of karma revolves with serene violence;
The machination of our greed will not be silenced!

We kiss robotic lips with unblinking glazed eyes;
Wake up Darvish- do not place your trust in such lies!

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Crazy my love for the Lover beyond reproach;
Alas for the heart that drinks her poison hooch!

She gave me her lips again and again, but now
I can’t remember who, or when, or where, or how!

My memories have all gone the way of vagrant dust:
All my thought stumbles about in the swirling past.

I dance with a Jinn who has stolen my rhythm,
And leads me about with an alcoholic spin!

But her eyes! They are lies; yes they are lies that cheat
And inspire me to drink yet again with glances sweet!

All my life lies between her lips and my divan;
Her taste lingers and excites- but the sober yawn!

The fault, my dear, does not lie with the beloved,
But with the artless Darvish drunk and decrepit!

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All the pain behind your laugh and smile
Is your grace that destroys our vast denial.

What we long thought was your ocean of bliss,
We now know drowns us slowly kiss by kiss.

How can we sincerely cry out your name,
Unless waves of tears wash away our blame?

How can we see you, we see with gross eyes:
The world  singing in our face is all lies!

We have come to assert that only you exist-
But your sea-shadow continues to subsist.

A thousand times we gasp and gasp your name,
But the salt of our tears preserves our shame.

We will never see you- not with these eyes:
Blind Darvish to your shadow and all its lies!

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Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby;
Mr Hippo became his unwitting daddy.

Mrs Hippo yearned to keep the baby boy
Left on their doorstep, but he wanted no such joy.

This cute baby hippo inspired his decision
That little boys belong at the Police Station!

But on the way there, Hi-Po began to kick and scream;
Curious hippos wondered, why is Mr. Hippo so mean?

Police began to chase the furious Mr Hippo,
Now running with the basket holding Hi-Po.

Mr Hippo got arrested for kidnapping;
But the unhappy baby was kicking and crying.

The inquiring Captain could not hear himself think;
He ordered the baby coddled, and poured a drink.

No one could make the baby shut up, not even
Mrs Hippo who confirmed her husband’s Reason.

Until the devil was placed in Mr Hippo’s arms,
And became an angel by his musical charm.

Darvish heard he brought home the hippo baby,
And a rocking horse, red wagon, ball and puppy.

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