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that delicious lamb meat

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That roasted lamb’s a delicacy
It’s parents would have made it with love
Well, they made love, hence the meat

And that exotic sauce on ’em for your taste buds
The chef should have made it with love
Well, he made love, hence the sauce

-rotandripe

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Written by gmaran23

October 6, 2016 at 5:56 pm

CandleWax

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This one was supposed to reflect so many things that are going on with the mankind today. Impetus was an intermittent and involuntary insomnia that ensued from responsibilities (read as tortures), restless heart syndrome. Try to relate to a man who is being squashed like a maggot, tossed around with responsibilities and opportunities, and he finds no time to breath, while he inhales and exhales, he doesn’t live. The whole mankind is going in a direction where there is no meaning could be sought out of someone’s life, well in that case, mankind doesn’t exist. Employers leeching on for cheap labors; plans and dreams get shatterred because of working on fulfilling somebody else’s day dream, 9-5 run of the mill job like a machine that runs the mill. Written back in May 2012 on a restless night. Here it is, rotandripe

 

Song:

With opportunities the mankind’s besieged

Plotted outcomes never achieved

Underpaid laborers  got leeched

In their minds remained deceased

Life fragmented prudent and wise

Indulging in Reluctant exercise

Forfeiting desires, what has been gained?

A fatigue soul, dazed and maimed

Mechanical way chosen to live

Realized to be addictive

Like gullible mule in turbulent maze

Bruised ego broken flowers in a haze

 

-rotandripe

From the draft section:

With opportunities the Mankind’s besieged

Plotted outcomes Never achieved 

Mechanical way chosen to live

Realized later they are addictive

Yielding to the war with Tyranny

The oppression dealt In agony

Razor blades under neck Sailing further

Rays of hope falling Apart farther

Jaws hooked in bait So dubious

A sinister that seemingly obvious

Life gone fragmented Planned prudent and wise

Indulging oneself in Reluctant exercise

Like gullible mule in Turbulent maze

With bruised ego broken Flowers in vase 

Forfeiting the desires What has been gained?

A fatigue soul dazed And maimed

Sedated to eternity Slept in peace

Slept in peace Opportunities un-seized

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August 28, 2013 at 5:10 pm

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everybody’s born, is there a difference?

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A rather too nihilistic discernment.

 

Everybody’s born, is there a difference?

In a broad generalization,
Some babies are genetically engineered,
Some babies are planned, conceived and born,
Some babies are residues of passionate love making,
Some babies are the cursed artifacts of filthy unprotected sex!

 

rotandripe

 

you might also find crowd-cattle-and-breed-rate and infant-sorrow-by-william-blake interesting.

Written by gmaran23

March 28, 2013 at 12:59 am

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She’s your own

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Written back in mid June 2012 and performed live on July 2012 at a Social Impact Volunteers’ Day. This one goes to all those poor souls that are in sex trade. Inspired by The Flock, I know who killed me, Taken, Nirvana’s Polly, Seether’s Love her, Bob Seger’s Turn the page, Neil Young’s Keep on rocking in the free world, and here comes rotandripe’s she’s your own. I wish I could direct a music video.

 

 

On dark streets played her nights
Roaming in despair cursing her life

Dancing for loony tunes
Sometimes she earned only fumes

Bearing scars under her clothes
Couldn’t confide insults she loathed


There she goes, lost her soul
When I asked, she said ‘I am sold’

Neither she liked, she got used
Learned to scrape by, her angst reduced

Always broke, she got torn again,
Society never gave her a second chance

Victim of brutality she wept alone,
When you paid she’s your own


There she goes, deprived of her soul
When I asked, she said ‘I am sold’

She did it for money,
    her choice,
Lone and Self company,
    she rejoiced

Had nothing to feed her
    kid dinner,
No one to care her,
    Was she the sinner?


There she goes, cries and howls
Hung herself, Death took its toll

 

rotandripe

Written by gmaran23

March 27, 2013 at 11:43 pm

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And Death Shall Have No Dominion by Dylan Thomas

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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Notes:
Source – http://www.helium.com/items/2328525-poetry-analysis-and-death-shall-have-no-dominion-by-dylan-thomas 

The poem “And Death Shall Have No Dominion”, by Dylan Thomas celebrates the undying and eternal strength of the human spirit. It is because of this strength that death does not claim ultimate victory over humanity. The dead are never truly lost to us but live on through the beauty of their memory and spirit. The struggle continues.

Three unrhymed verses make up the work. Beautiful universal imagery focuses on the sea, bones, and burial. Each verse starts and ends with the phrase “And death shall have no dominion.” Even as Dylan brings us face to face with the physical reality of death, he disarms it. He gives death meaning by allowing us to see the beauty behind it, especially the beauty of human courage and dignity. Timeless values will live on in the stories of those gone before. It has been said that to live on in the memory of loved ones is to never die.

In the first verse, the poet shows that, in death all are one. Race and skin color have no more meaning when skin is no more. After death, the body is united with nature. “Dead men naked they shall be one/With the man in the wind and the west moon;” In death, men shall be naked, as they are from their mothers’ wombs. In death, the innocence of Eden is restored. It is here that men become the stuff of legends. Here a man becomes part of a constellation, part of a grand design bigger than himself. Though his bones are naked, they may thus become clothed in eternal glory instead of mortal skin. “When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,/They shall have stars at elbows and foot;” Their foibles will be forgotten and their glories remembered. Their confusion forgotten, they will attain an eternal perspective of clarity. Those who have drowned in a universal sea of human sorrow shall be restored and taste joy again. Lovers will be reunited. “Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;Though lovers be lost love shall not; “

In the second verse, Dylan takes the reader to a graveyard on the sea floor. The dead here appear to be either sailors or other souls lost at sea. These dead died bravely, having suffered in their lives. The wheel of time has tested, tortured, and tried, but not broken them. “Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils shall run them through; Split all ends up they shan’t crack;” The unicorn is a very old and symbolic motif sometimes used to symbolize Christ or God. Has God or religion let these souls down? “Unicorn horns are said to be harder than diamonds and to be able to neutralize poisons. Unicorn tears can heal both physical wounds and sorrows of the heart.” The refrain “And death shall have no dominion.” symbolizes this triumph.

In the final verse, the poem wraps up on land, by the seashore. Dylan draws out the fact that the dead are no longer aware of the physical elements that once made up their home with the words “No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores” Yet new life may spring up in their place, an intrepid life like a flower that “lift its head to the blows of the rain;” Their innocence shall burst through like daisies. This innocence ultimately wins over even the sun, breaking it down. To break down the sun is to steal death’s power. The phrase “Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;” implies that it is the character of those dead that hammers through the pain until innocence breaks through. The daisy flower, pure and childlike, pushes stubbornly through the hard earth of the grave to rise defiantly and bloom.”  Break in the sun till the sun breaks down.” The daisy blooms as dawn breaks, symbolizing the burst of innocence or day star as the night loses out. In the same way, death starts to lose its power as humanity regains purity and embraces hope, thus discarding pain and hate. To break in implies breaking in a horse until it serves the master, instead of the other way around. In this way, death can be made to serve man. “And death shall have no dominion.”

 

P.S. Notes borrowed from an unknown source on the world wide web. Poem is posted here for relish and educational purposes, and is copyrighted to respective Authors and Publishers.

Written by gmaran23

March 13, 2013 at 6:41 pm

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Normality is sobriety | Destroy the Monotony

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Normality is sobriety,
Sobriety is superstition,
Superstition is God,
God is an abstraction.

Abstraction is a hypothesis,
Hypothesis is often a fallacy,
Fallacy is contagious,
Contagious needs extermination.

Extermination is mortal.

Immortality will be an illusion today, tomorrow and forever,
Until the human stupidity is eradicated.

 

-rotandripe

 

might sound skeptical, idiotic, and meaningless for those that don’t share the vibe of the poem. might not even sound relevant or rational to someone. might even sound pointless to some others. But that’s the point!

Written by gmaran23

March 13, 2013 at 6:34 pm

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Better man in paradise land …

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Written back in 2011 mid December I guess, for my friend Shelly, when we shared a moment. Already a song with some nice music. Some parts of it, I could allow to be called exaggeration, while some of it are just what it means. One of the best buddies I have at work, I could go on and on, if you get me started.. so, here it is, rot, and ripe.

 

Better man in Paradise land

You crawled in to my brain and read everything
what do I hide from you now? except for nothing

you took a stroll down my memory lane
leaving your footprints driving me insane

am I too happy because I have found a friend?
am I still sloppy because my troubles can never end?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Another good day holding your hands
—-

Why is the sun shining at me so bright
while the breeze cuddles like she’s holding me tight

When I was falling she caught me right in the air
Beat me and taught me that she always cares

Would you let me worship you from my ivory tower?
Lock me up darling, can we stay in this moment forever?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Earning my way to the paradise land
—-

you.. you.. you.. you

You crawled in to my brain and read everything
what do I hide from you now? except for nothing

you took a stroll down my memory lane
leaving your footprints driving me insane

am I too happy because I have found a friend?
am I still sloppy because my troubles can never end?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Earning my way to the paradise land
—-

-rotandripe

 

oh yeah, that ivory tower part was borrowed from Eddie Vedder’s Hard Sun.

 

BetterMan

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January 18, 2013 at 6:07 pm

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I pray for you .. my truelove

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It’s been a long time since I wrote a song, a complete set of free flowing thoughts that I could call a song – way back in July 2012 I think. Many bits and pieces I wrote, un-organizized. Something happened, something  provoked and stirred me up today, beyond my apathy apathetic laziness to write this down. This is version one and bound to succumb many changes as I play some guitar strums for it. so, here is is raw, rot, and ripe.

 

I pray for you

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Ever since the day we walked down the aisle
Couldn’t know that my living would be worthwhile

My loneliness’s eluded with the tenderness of your touch
Every morning while we woke up with fingers clutched

It’s your innocence that constantly drew me towards you
I realized the meaning of ecstasy when I lay beside you

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I seem to pray; I seem to trust in my prayers
I pray for you to be with me in eternity
I pray for a world made only for you and me
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The perfection in crafting your body and mind
Willingly beguiled me to claim every bit of you, mine

The warmth in your heart attested to sheer comfort
Cleansed me off my hatred and bitterly discomforts

Glued by this inexplicable nature, we shared love
Parting from you would’ve been my last day, my truelove

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I seem to pray; I seem to trust in my prayer
I pray for strength with you as my armor
I pray for you to be with me in eternity
I pray for a world made only for you and me
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– rotandripe

Written by gmaran23

January 18, 2013 at 5:42 pm

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crowd, cattle, and breed rate

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At work, or on your way to work;

at school, being in such a clan is so cool;

the indispensable part of social unions;

not so long ago, touched many billions.

Everyplace your eyes may see,

rampage resembles a cattle feed.

The sanctity inherent in their creed,

couldn’t control rate at which they breed.

 

 

from a crowd despising (sic) man.

 

Put a cap on it! – www.putacaponit.in or just Pull it out! before we surpass the mass of the earth.

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January 10, 2013 at 12:32 am

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Notes: http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/frost/section7.rhtml

 

P.S. Notes borrowed from an unknown source on the world wide web. Poem is posted here for relish and educational purposes, and is copyrighted to respective Authors and Publishers.

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January 5, 2013 at 2:31 pm

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