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Greatest Story ever told is on another shelf

Peter Cameron once wrote that one man’s nonsense is another man’s sense. God forbid if someday someone ever even in the tiniest possible way understood the nonsense I weave. That day my friends is not one I would like to see. That day all the dinosaurs and dodos will disappear from the face of earth for good and no one, not ever Steven Spielberg will be able to bring them back even on screen. 
Anyways so I was reading Zombie Haikus by Ryan Mecum. Let me take a moment here to tell you guys about Ryan Mecum. He is God of fun haikus and poems. Be it Zombies or Vampires or Werewolves, Ryan has written about all of them. like check these out-
“Those were not vampires.
If sunlight makes you sparkle,
you’re a unicorn.”
and
“Blood is really warm,
it’s like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.” 
Haan how cool is that? Click these links to read more and you will be so happy that may be you will adopt a vampire or a zombie today. 
 
RYAN MECUM GOODREADS
AND ON TWITTER
Twitter-Mecum Haiku
AND HIS WEBSITE
RYAN MECUM
 
so as I was saying I was reading Zombie Haikus and was so horribly terribly inspired that I wrote a poem on Zombies ( cos I don’t know how to write a haiku)  which is Dark and Gory and deadly and deep and horrible and everything that is bad but in a good sort of way.
 There was once a zombie
who married for treats,
then the treats disappeared
and all that was left was gift wraps
and empty boxes
Then he was shot in a grocery store
cos people thought he was going to eat them
and why a zombie would want to buy bleach
they couldn’t understand
But Zombies don’t die unless shot at head
the grocery store security guy didn’t know that
so the zombie kept getting up and shot
again and again and a few times more
it was like a big, giant story of
death and re birth all happening
so fast and so may a times
and the security guy was in tears
crying why don’t you die
you horrible thing with a bottle of bleach
All this was so funny in a horrible sort of way
GOOD LORD A ZOMBIE PIG I THINK I HAVE SEEN IT ALL MAY BE NOT I AM NOT THAT OLD

GOOD LORD A ZOMBIE PIG
I THINK I HAVE SEEN IT ALL
MAY BE NOT I AM NOT THAT OLD

copyright Somkritya ( who else)

Happy weekend ya all :)

Merino’s Bahh

Hello fellow Earthlings. How are you people doing, still pushing each other to get in the lift first or may be fighting for/over  some piece of land! Well good for you, keep up the fight because you are clearly going to live forever.
Me!! umm not so, cos I know I will be going back to my home planet  Zazaburra soon, where no one is born and no one dies, we are just a planet full of small Glow worms spreading light through our bums and singing the bumbum glee songs.
bumbum glee bumbum glee
my bum is twinkling
oh can’t you see
oh can’t you see
why can’t you see
I am a bumbum glee……oh such a beautiful song
More about me and the song in some other post,some other day when it is not raining so much and I can think clearly without having spiders, snakes and zombies taking refuge under my bed and making all kinds of noise.
For today’s post I would like all of you to meet Merino, my new pet cartoon sheep. Why Cartoon, do you ask?
Well for one I live in this huge small building and that I know is no place to raise a real Sheep and second I heard Merino is a blogger. Tell me friends, is there anything better than a cartoon sheep who blogs!!!
And I admit ( with sheepish grin) having a pet minus the feeding, cleaning after, sounded so heavenly when I adopted Merino.
 You see I am not a potted plant kind of person. I have tried many a times but failed miserably every time to keep the plants green and/or alive. And one of my friends who works at the Hilbilitoopoo state something asylum told me Meds, Straitjackets and the padded white rooms are keeping me from loving plants and hence I should not be keeping a pet. And yet I found a pet to pamper in this huge small building, isn’t it incredible!
Me and Merino
Back to Merino, as I told you earlier, he is a blogger.
He named his blog ‘The Bleating Log’
( Merino somehow got this idea that BLOG is short for Bleating Log and nothing I said could convince him otherwise)
Today I am sharing one of his poems, hope you like the poem and encourage Merino to write more :)
~Unraveling at seams~
I  had a bad dream last night
I dreamt that I was beautiful
crimped and elastic staples
lovely Kemp, beautiful fleece
and then came those nasty things
nasty things called human beings
they reared me
they sheared me
and took all my wool away
now I look weird
now I look weird
Those clothes, those sweaters
they are all me
they are all me
and I want discount from Macy’s
Unraveling at seems

Unraveling at seams

~thank you
Copyright 2013@BleatingLog
and before I leave you wondering about twinkling bums picturing me and the awesomeness that will be, let me tell you Merino is a huge fan of Stuart Art. There is nothing STU can’t do, says Merino and here is what Stu had to say about Merino’s poem-

The Bleating Log

Met a leaping dog

On his way to herd

‘Creak’ said the log

For it had no mouth

And the dog simply barked

Which meant ‘Merde!’

It was a French dog.

~Stuart Young~

Today, Now, This very moment this World needs You

We‘re all water from different rivers That’s why it’s so easy to meet, We‘re all water in this vast, vast ocean, Someday well evaporate together.~ John Lennon

I see people, people all around me, not dead, alive, walking, talking, dancing like normal human beings would. But they are not humans, just human like, they see and hear what they want to and filter out things that would disrupt their normal happy earning lives. Filter out cries of help, signs of destruction all around. Till one day the inevitable knocks on their door.

Inevitable, because when you do not stop the dark from entering your planet it reaches your skies, when you do nothing to stop it there it reaches your soil, when you continue ignoring, it attacks the air and water around you and then with force and power of hell it knocks on your door and doesn’t even wait for you to respond, it invites itself and leaves it’s footprints on every fiber of your being.

And you wonder what happened, It wasn’t supposed to touch you, Your life, You did nothing wrong, then why you?  You Ate, Worked, Slept, even Prayed on time, then why you? You start blaming questioning God and everything around You.

You wonder why none of your neighbours/passersby came to help you, why the others who were there, so near could not hear your pleas for help..why?

A gazillion dollars worth reality television is based on the human nature to snoop and poke nose into others matters. They/we love to know who is doing what, when and where.which actor did whom or dumped which sorry ass for whom.

What the girl and the boy do after the lights were turned off, oh the lying scheming  bitch in that T.V series, oh that two timing ass%%$# in the next.

The  secretly taking a peek at others fb profiles and their friends profiles, the hush hush discussions why Mrs. X left her home, why Mr. D’s daughter comes home so late from work..

Endless topics floating all around in the wind for you to catch them up and start your own entertainment program.

Yet when Mr. Z’S daughter was screaming for help on the road, no one came out to help, no one heard or saw anything when there still was time and of course all of a sudden everyone around realized their boundaries, limits and oh should we poke our nose in others matters?

She died three days later with severe burn injuries, there goes your weekend!

All the shouts and muffled cries from the door across the hallway  goes ignored till one day you get to know the things you imagined did take place and you come out of your house get together with others and start the I knew it discussions

Trudi Canavan – “It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.”

Wonder why no one came to your help when the Dark knocked on your door?

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I see people busy 24/7, willfully staying ignorant, deaf and blind to everything around, whatever helps them to enter others lives just enough to enjoy but not so much that they would have to help. JUST THE WINDOW NOT THE DOOR

You wonder
You wonder why
No one came to
Your help
Because this
Sphere you live in
Sista
The sphere called
Indifference
Doers are hard to find
few have
The conscience
Needed to act like a human
And that is why
No one came to
Your aid that day
That is why
No one ever will
Oh I feel for you
I feel sorry
That’s all I can do
Cos I have a job
Have a home to go to
Have got no time for you
Hush hush now
Muffle your screams
Don’t knock on my soul
Don’t make me feel guilty
You were there
You were there once
Where I am now today
You should understand
How annoying it is stop
And help when you are this busy
And this is why
No one came for your help that day
And no one ever will…..

I see people who-won’t ever help-will expect help-hate those who will tell them that they should get up and do something too….I KNOW YOU.

You tell the doers to mind their own business, You don’t understand they are!

You hate the doers because they don’t give up on you and keep knocking on your soul doors to open up, to learn to be human again, You hate them because they keep dusting, drawing attention to things You would rather forget or pretend never existed.

Hate them as much as you want to but stop throwing your duties in the garbage bin, stop assaulting your soul and others lives in name of rights, hate them with all you have got but join them, stand up with them when it comes to saving another life, keeping our soil clean.

Our area, Our country, Our world is/should be Our business. So you can threaten them, give them nasty looks, but doers won’t give up, cos believe it or not one day you will need people like THEM who will knock on your door or stay with you extra minutes just to make sure you are ok

and I am hoping that day doesn’t come, I am hoping you join us before that. ..

There are good people out there, YOU are one of them too , But you need to wake up to see how good you are. You And only you have the power to change this scary reality.

Please wake up.

wake-up-and-live

©2013 somkritya.wordpress.com

Are you Shifting ?

Those who believe in Soul mates
Come, come inside
I am happy to have found you
let’s have some tea, let’s talk
for you and I will be great friends.
I  know, I just know
and to those who don’t  believe in this magic
or any such matter at all
all I will say now is
There is, there is  my darling
such a beautiful thing called soul mate,
some find them in their spouses,
some in their friends
and some in their victims….
(waiting to be relieved of their painful miserable lives)
 
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She was excited, had all the right reasons to be – New job, great perks, beach front house. Oh what a lovely start of this young life. And then she met him.

As the door bell rang Sara rushed in to open the door, aah she was relieved to see him, the movers and packers guy finally!

She took him for a quick tour of her house explaining how she wanted her things to be packed and shifted, openly flaunting how neat clean and organized everything was, and a bit irritated at how he silently kept taking notes.

He started with his job as focused and as efficient as always. It took him half an hour to pack her with care in a body bag and keep it in his large van.

First packet done, he ticked a box on his note.

He regretted not having enough time to explain the why to her, but he knew she wouldn’t have understood! She wouldn’t, the innumerable times he got canned for being messy….

She had to leave, he had to help her…

His superbly organized soul mate from his beautiful messy world.

 
weedoo
 
 
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