5.16.2025

Gamer

 

One-Fifth Avenue Party in Own House

 

Offering of Peace, Honestly

 

Unphotagraphabley me

 2016-2021

I sat down across from you

Not knowing quite who I was

Two cups of cold coffee

You paid for both of us

Was this the beginning of our love?


I could barely hear your voice

Let alone understand you

Soft-spoken, casual, sweet

With no airs about you

Assured without being an elite


I went home and we met again

Strolling side by side together

But alone in different worlds

No thoughts of forever

a moment in time, chatting with pleasure


You called me very handsome

With not the slightest longing

Hegel appeared in between

Your Mummi brought me tea

Sublating our dialectic


“Is vale se shaadi kar”

“You ought to marry this one”

Startled you turned my way

“She doesn’t quite realize

“A guy and a girl can be just friends.”


Since our first two meets,

we’ve come a long way

especially you

leaving tears in Kolkata

on the shoulders of your kin

Who you’d supported through thick and thin

who said they’d be okay without you

who were as heart-broken as proud of you

Flowering into your own wonder woman

From the time I had first seen the budding stem

Working at home, relaxing, taking a break

From your crusade against the powerful

gaining new perspective

adapting to an election

adapting to my friends and family

dancing in your first snow

The beauty of a house

The promise of a home

A pet replacing your vision of an animal farm

stable job instead of an early sanyas

Letting me be

trusting when it didn’t make any sense to

wisdom is not having any expectations

wisdom is the sound of your voice

the care in your words

the integrity of your deeds

balancing our wants and needs

dominating and tiring of it

sitting back and learning patience

entering a world of calm

cuddling in my arms

2020 didn’t defeat us

it was our greatest year

the envy of our peers

and on we go as one

into 2021

and beyond...


Funny Valentines -no wife was a trophy

 WhatWhat can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 


My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.


The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 


On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed


Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.


Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams


These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.


When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.


But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.


Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.


RA, RA ra ra r

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 


Love, 

manas

 can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 


My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.


The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 


On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed


Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.


Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams


These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.


When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.


But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.


Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.


Raa rwaaar Rwaaar RA

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 


Love, 

manas


Wait for me?

 Portico Gharana


"For how much longer will those retributive, distributive, vindictive, and malicious bad actors continue to fornicate with the Truth. For, I announce now as I always have tried to tell you, The Truth is not an easy road, nor is it straight and narrow, nor will you get there with blinders on your ears, or scents in your nose, or off-white walls, whitewashed with lead, plumbum, real Maldova Milk Bar like…yes, Thievery is the absolute crime in some places, as is adultery, but we not everywhere in every culture in every place, but certainly we do Forget we not. We forgive, but to do that, first requires absolute Punishment, - not to kill the head of a person, to decapitate Trumpish leaders of state would be far too unrequited of a sentence for him; for he, a sentence far longer, a city of bricks pummeling the vicious Anti-Semite, the vicious Semitic Exceptionalism, the One who stands idle waiting for the chance to Come, the one who jumps the queue and becomes all over the food, too. These are the ones whom we must especially be wary of, because, as One of us has known for a long time, coming, - Cops are Real, Bastards are Real, The Vicious slaughterhouse animals are real, people as leaders are real, Policemen and women are individuals, too, with sympathy and empathy and the things their eyes have seen, but that’s for another day- syndicates and hit men, and bossy sisters, and magicians, mathematicians playing with abstraction in a Real world, musicians adding film to tradition, breaking free of sedition, extolling the virtues of the Missing, rising up from down South to The Santa Fe Mission, completing each challenge without fear of death, fighting the war to End All Wars, finally, with the help of the technology we long ago lost thru deliberate desecrations of the Human Story. With every burnt book, with every burnt record, burnt page, burnt human, burnt woman, child, elder, son, daughter, step-son, step daughter, any type of family condition you may inquire into…there remains to be seen a pyromaniac who in the words of John the Balloo (John William Hargrove[s]), “Some people just want to see the world Burn” with ‘Gleeful Aplomb'. These mafia and military brats consigning us all to the scrap heaps of history are only defeated by Reason, Justice, Knowledge, And the True Faith in the Self-determined Capacity to Overcome all Odds, to not gamble with the one roll of the die you may have, to not jest in the face of Deaths eternally, and certainly never to jest in front of the mirror formerly known as life. Power over glory, combinatrixed by money over wealth, taxation without representation, but representation without Overtness, wakefulness - nay - I say Wakeful-ness, to honor the dead, the dying, the sick, the maligning, the malignancies, and even the child molesters in our midst…but in the words of Jay Electronica: “Always call a spade a spade”, it is what it is, it will be what it will be, and we are right in the middle, filling it up, filling it in, drawing solace from the crumbs of billions of generations of bones hidden beneath the catacombs of the Parisian tourist homes, the stratagem of Monsters whom have not let go of their trauma paths through war zones for 100s and 100s of years, when a study of History on Wikipedia or any other credible free and collaborative source would remember us that we do not hide from the Enforcers, we do not dodge bullets, but only when it is a matter of life and death. And it is very serious right now. Our planet is sick, children are dying, towers are being blown up, people are dying. People are dying. People are dying. In the name of Love, one kills another, one ought to lose one’s ability to love, however, what would that bring but more cruelty to follow, a celebration of celibacy on the other hand would prepare us for new lands, conversation of resources, abstinence from the passions of the Soul, and management by the bros, the ol’ pals, the hot-or-not hoes, the pimps from (H?)Oconee, the slave drivers of the Tearful Trails…I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, but…We are all responsible. We’ve been responsible our Whole Lives. There are no more bahana yaar. Mansion Bahane yardies hain. However…Some are comparatively worse than others…And, and,.. to Defeat Evil once and for all, we must return to the pitch of that ball that ousted so many’s joy, property, wealth, ingenuity- that affliction that experimented with Life, with all of the ones I know in the Laboratory, the Scientific consensual establishment, providing consent to murder in excess of trillions by now, Animal life, not without a soul, instead of .. . .. learning ways to communify with the ones who here extol. For whom the Bells Toll? I do not know. I do not know. But I toll for me. And as we throw it all away to drift back to our mines…you can see me at the QT eating toequitoes from Vietnamese heros of Mine Time, training mosquitos to be kind, finding and escorting your own for a good time #Usher. I stand upright like the statue of my Dream, My Best friends, exploited by the media while the media is what we have made after the elders did what they did with us, before we were 3 feet tall, the length of a pillow on a Queen-Sized mattress. #Constructivist #Legendary #Lyrical #Quizzical #and with that folks, #WeCutTheirLyricalUmbellicals,their capacity for miracles, their agency for terrible, horrible, messianic bullshit and esoteric frizzle hair, shallow Hal 9000 = I am just a messenger. Ask Him yourself.” Or better yet, ask Your Self, … whoever you Are? And who has all the Chips? They are for eating after all!


Dearest Ra,


What can I say to show you my love on this holiday, that wouldn't be cliché? Well this isn't my best, but I hope it's enough to get you through to next Valentine's. 


My woman warrior

well-mannered or wicked,

depending on your audience,

whether respectable or dickheads.


The latter is attracted to you

it seems, on your crusade,

to give voice to the just and logical,

in your own way, unafraid. 


On twitter and facebook

and even wordpress,

your erudite speeches flow out

as if only caressed


Responsible and caring,

helping all your friends and family,

always listening to your boyfriend,

whether on guitar or just rambling.


Staying up all night to talk,

(or is it for the memes?)

Answering my calls early mornings,

to tell me about your dreams


These distances that divide us,

Are physical and real,

but these moments that unite us,

still lay naked how we feel.


When a camera is as close

to kissing you as I'll get,

I better get a haircut soon,

I better look my best.


But I know our love is beyond

mere appearances.

Greater than 8,000 miles

Including past and future tenses.


Whatever lies before us

is bound to exceed the past.

I hope you'll always love me.

I hope you'll be my last.


Ra, Ra, Ra

You've been too good to me,

my woman warrior,

for all the world to see. 


Love, 

manas