2014 in review

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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 370 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

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Blind Man

I don’t know where I’m going,
I wonder what I’m doing,
Maybe I’m growing
But someone steers a boat I’m rowing.
I don’t know what to believe,
Words and intentions belie belive,
My chest is dense with grief;
My joys are brief.
When i think I’ve found an antidote
Worse makes respite another anecdote…
My sockets are hollow,
If only any more hallowed.
I keep hitting something hard and rime,
You’ll wonder why I bothered with a darn rhyme.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Grace Period

Complications are simple in genuine fealty,
Dangers are exciting as movie adventures.
It’s charming to see a part of you
On two darn legs.
Then you trust fate’s direction
As time furtively fleets to the very end.
No one ever tells you
It gets hard.
For a moment,
It’s okay to be blind
Before untamed promises run wild
Contrary to original intention;
The end of a grace period of perfection.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Life After You

“Vision is a liability
When you’re looking
For a semblance of stability.
My heart pumps,
My lungs heave,
It’s all that’s left of me.
The nights are long walks
Back and forth memory lane,
I need to forget the sketches
So painfully etched.
And its now, its now time dillydallys,
Still as a gloomy painting of Dali’s.”

~ Bardkobik #BLUE PRINT ’14

My First Love and Love Made

Even before the days dugs seized to feed me
She was my first love next door.
I kept a beauty unutteredimagessh
Hoping one day I’d be able to look
Into her radiant eyes and unchain my merry.
That day never seemed to be
Anywhere in the future of my fate
But only in the dreams of my slumber
For she was with a lad of wealth,
A son to a thronless king
With golden teeth and diamond pride.

I felt so much pain fatuously
For forgetting that the truth is not always reality.
I never noticed, my first love
Heard the rumour in my eyes
And saw the shy shiver in my stride.
On one cloud frowning afternoon
I heard three fast raps on the door,
And I opened it to my dreams…

In a smooching dress like a negligee
She strode in
In a rustic seraphic gait abut me,
Abut me so I could feel her gentle breath abut me.
I tried to utter at least an epithet of passionate nonsense
But just stammered unsuccessfully.

Some hardened small dots on her chest
Teased me in touch
And lit a sweet conflagration
In the confines of my loins
That rushed in ejaculation.
Her palm felt my face,
The touch I never had,
And I was flying in the infinity of reality,
Very close to the possibility of imagination.

For the first time I broke free from the chains of shock,
I moved and stuck my lips gorgily to hers
Like a sconce to a wall.
Four legs stumbled in search of an abode of rest
And our eyes were blinded by the sweet and tasteless kisses.
Even then my right hand pulled off the riband to free her hair
As my left hand crept into the cleavage between her thighs.
We lay conflated and straddled on a nonplussed bed.
Without cover we were just like Eve and Adam
Just at the climax of creation
But in our own moment of Eden.

Our eyes were locked
And at last the bird entered the nest
Our woven bodies roved in search of deeper pleasure
Till I became flaccid in the vale of my thighs
And we both sunk in deep slumber from
The fatigue of the passionate performance.

I was calmed
When my lids opened upon resurrection
By her tender, sweet and still tasteless kiss.
This time
The truth was the same as reality.

Truth in a Lie

You’ll see it is no lie
When we touch, kiss and lie,
A sweet simple palpable proof
That love is truth.

You’ll see it is no lie
When our hearts thrum one rhythm,
A silent anthem
That is amplified by the truth of love.

You’ll see it is no lie
When I blister my soul’s palm’s and knees
In a return from travel of mischief
And your firm love collects me from the dirt.

You’ll see it is no lie
When you reverie my smile or kiss,
A kiss of comfort in distressing minutes;
A moment you cherish in harsh business.

You’ll see it is no lie
When in your world of sleep
We stand face to face in a nuptial
Before the minister and his excited congregation
And vow – for better or for worse.

You’ll certainly see it has never been a lie
When my tongue speaks an enticing lie
To keep alive and nigh the truth
Buried deep in the lie; my life’s joy’s poof.



Bulls bullied a tender me,
I always knew it was a time for weeds.
Bulls bullied a tender me
But all I ever returned was peeps.
The strong were weak
And called my patient meekness weak.
Who’d ever have thought a feeble me
Shall become a strong worker bee.
My deep set eyes,
You couldn’t see them with rapid goodbyes.
The vicious volcanic intensity of my voice,
You only will hear of naught myriad boys.
My big hands never wrapped her neck,
I ought to have been sleeping in my bed.
Truth is too silent to have saved me from the isolation of crime
By virtue of my youth’s prime.
Time had rescued me from an embarrassing pool
And plunged me into a forest of woe.

Who’d have thought my stiff heart will stretch a beat ever for love,
Nobody could have guessed my just tongue will ever twist a lie.
And though my love never asked why,
My heart trespassed for the love,
And finally, thanks to the lies she had to fly
In a lack lustre bloody goodbye.

My life is a deception
To those at the mercy of its perception.
My intentions are maybe pure but good
But misunderstood can’t be understood.
It really is quiet easy and plain
If only I’ll be heard when I try to explain.

Better Me Be Dead

index Verily time and space is a lonely place.
The shadow of the clouds of luck has long passed
Over my head.
The sweet juice from the fruit of pain diminishes,
My heart and its troubles are getting bigger,
Bigger and heavier than my chest’s space can accommodate.
The world is so silent
But I hear my heart’s heavy music;
A song pleading for its heart’s desire.

The paths I knew are now labyrinths,
Where’s the way back home?
The sweet dirge
Of her voice replays in my mind.
And her portrait in my dreams won’t be still!

How could there be alterations inside me?
Better me be dead
Than liaise with love.

My knowing and my awakened emotions argue.
I’m not in control anymore,
But if I let go
Will I find some peace?
My resolve brings pain and restlessness
And my loath brings some peace to my ears.
But there seems to be something beyond the two
That is seen by those far beyond my years.
My mind is tearing up too…

How could this happen to me?
Better me dead
Than liaise with love.


By mine hands
Let thy small neck be squeezed,
Then I can minister onto thee
Not to wish that pain
To match a quarter fold
Of that which mine heart
Endureth from thy games.

Mine eyes unleash globules
And beam by the thought of thee.
And mine mind loathes the love
Mine heart hath for thee
But shall not survive
One day and one night
Dislodged the love of thee.

I shall pronounce thee master illusionist
For thy dextrous deeds in the world of love
Where say you this
And I see and perceive that.
The consequences of thy actions
Hath made mine invisible world
Show in mirror
And joy is ever elusive
With demanding patience.

Do Unto Another

A kitten plays
Trying hard to catch its tail
As in our different hearts
Love entertains itself.

I am with a fine maid,
Staying in the life of a fine gentlewoman
And coveting another maid
With a charm to command my heart
Bestowed on her by an unseen glory.
Sadly, she never spies even my shadow.

All I own I waste on the fine gentlewoman in sight,
A path of sad smiles,
A narrow spot where I shall
Not be too arid of joy in muddy agitation.

In the silent dark
When benign dreams become nightmares,
My gape eyes wish
The sight of the head in the pillow next to me was another’s
But my love she marooned.
This cup of cellar I possess
Shall not pass untasted
Ergo, all tenderness I boast I confer
On the lucky head next to unlucky me
As I’d have wished another do unto me.