Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thoughts of a Lonely Soul
what if i took this asterix portion,
would the goul in me out come,
and what if it came,
would these my shaky knees hold?
and what if to hold they could,
and i to her pose conquered position went,
would my mouth a word utter,
or would it bubble in a drowning mans' screams?
would i be in gritting teeth,
or in flesh that a cloud of sweat be?
and say none of that a happening did,
all a butter glide,
would she frown or a jerk brand i?
would she from my weather beaten,
toe parading,
shark turned shoes a glance escalate,
to my had-tried unkempt hair,
in pissed up judgemental a thoughts?
or would she of pity be?
would she a chit back chat,
or would anger reign?
oh!
would she say in all-went-well moments,
days later this my ragged face any familiriaty bring?
or in assumption hanging left?
what if in all ways tried,
and never in a single sunset,
a reason to hate gave,
would i her list of friends into make?
and say more than a friend became,
to dinners ate in marvin gaye melodies,
and stars watched from a neighbours roof,
would it a more than a calendar last,
or would it a NO be?
wars of class faught?
if i did try would she?
thoughts of a lonely soul never answered,
always a dreamer ...
©2011
would the goul in me out come,
and what if it came,
would these my shaky knees hold?
and what if to hold they could,
and i to her pose conquered position went,
would my mouth a word utter,
or would it bubble in a drowning mans' screams?
would i be in gritting teeth,
or in flesh that a cloud of sweat be?
and say none of that a happening did,
all a butter glide,
would she frown or a jerk brand i?
would she from my weather beaten,
toe parading,
shark turned shoes a glance escalate,
to my had-tried unkempt hair,
in pissed up judgemental a thoughts?
or would she of pity be?
would she a chit back chat,
or would anger reign?
oh!
would she say in all-went-well moments,
days later this my ragged face any familiriaty bring?
or in assumption hanging left?
what if in all ways tried,
and never in a single sunset,
a reason to hate gave,
would i her list of friends into make?
and say more than a friend became,
to dinners ate in marvin gaye melodies,
and stars watched from a neighbours roof,
would it a more than a calendar last,
or would it a NO be?
wars of class faught?
if i did try would she?
thoughts of a lonely soul never answered,
always a dreamer ...
©2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Rich Girl , Poor Boy
she wakes from velvets and cottons,
dresses in around the world known creations,
from shelves picked,
all to fill her wants,
she dines among kings,
served in silver wares,
by men and women,
her taste always a prioty,
never long a distance does she walk,
a guard to her assigned,
everywhere a guardian to follow,
from this her palatial dwelling,
to wherever her mind guides,
be in the broadness of day,
or the thin dark of night,
the 'chiefs' daughter they say...
he wakes from torn boxes,
many he worked hard to get,
cold,
and a stomach that won't seize the rumbling,
no one to fed for him,
but the solo creature that he be,
a glass of water drunk in faith,
he gets into tatters,
through many tailors have passed,
in a prayer he leaves the rusty tins that him shelter,
a heart filled with hope,
that these golden rays that the air pierce,
a consolation shall bring,
a fatherless son,
a mother long gone,
a poor boy...
many a times they have met,
with each a meeting a radiant in his eyes seen,
and she admiration of him always betraying,
his pains she knows,
forced a meal for him to steal,
time to time,
a sneaky affairs unknown,
them together is a sin,
to be known in a tragedy shall end,
and curses in anger made,
secrecy,
their only true friend...
tonight be their night,
a plan that for long been created,
revised,
and rehearsed,
so they sit awaiting the moons tip,
on the first wink to act,
through those clear waters to run,
shackles broken,
a freedom each in their way to taste,
anticipation,
©2011
dresses in around the world known creations,
from shelves picked,
all to fill her wants,
she dines among kings,
served in silver wares,
by men and women,
her taste always a prioty,
never long a distance does she walk,
a guard to her assigned,
everywhere a guardian to follow,
from this her palatial dwelling,
to wherever her mind guides,
be in the broadness of day,
or the thin dark of night,
the 'chiefs' daughter they say...
he wakes from torn boxes,
many he worked hard to get,
cold,
and a stomach that won't seize the rumbling,
no one to fed for him,
but the solo creature that he be,
a glass of water drunk in faith,
he gets into tatters,
through many tailors have passed,
in a prayer he leaves the rusty tins that him shelter,
a heart filled with hope,
that these golden rays that the air pierce,
a consolation shall bring,
a fatherless son,
a mother long gone,
a poor boy...
many a times they have met,
with each a meeting a radiant in his eyes seen,
and she admiration of him always betraying,
his pains she knows,
forced a meal for him to steal,
time to time,
a sneaky affairs unknown,
them together is a sin,
to be known in a tragedy shall end,
and curses in anger made,
secrecy,
their only true friend...
tonight be their night,
a plan that for long been created,
revised,
and rehearsed,
so they sit awaiting the moons tip,
on the first wink to act,
through those clear waters to run,
shackles broken,
a freedom each in their way to taste,
anticipation,
©2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Last Whisper
call her angelic,
say perfect she be,
this beauty,
below nightly heavens,
my breath does snatch,
in mangled thoughts they term her a rose,
red,
pink,
yellow maybe,
in that light skin,
and sweet,
flowing,
a natural hairs,
but pity be unto me,
that but her potraits admire,
in the coldness of a dying october moonlight,
left her images to stars a comparison,
least of mine a misery,
this,a queen,
in my world i would want to have,
wishes of fairy ends,
yet would such the comfort of tiles,
and fortified walls leave?
the warmth of foam,
and smooth silk forfeit?
to be a guest of cold and mites,
that be my tin world hosts?
would she dine on greens or a white mould?
'no sonny!
such to royalty and nobility belong,
while you to beggers and sufferers,
do belong,
be it your poor heart you need tear,
then, you to hopelessness hold,
and shed nothing while to the isle she takes,
in a knot to a noble be tied,
for not even the patched pants you shall be in,
on that last chapel seat,
a pity on you have'
but that be just a voice,
of hidden fears...
for the lady,of whom this i write,
holds the last a whisper..
©2011
say perfect she be,
this beauty,
below nightly heavens,
my breath does snatch,
in mangled thoughts they term her a rose,
red,
pink,
yellow maybe,
in that light skin,
and sweet,
flowing,
a natural hairs,
but pity be unto me,
that but her potraits admire,
in the coldness of a dying october moonlight,
left her images to stars a comparison,
least of mine a misery,
this,a queen,
in my world i would want to have,
wishes of fairy ends,
yet would such the comfort of tiles,
and fortified walls leave?
the warmth of foam,
and smooth silk forfeit?
to be a guest of cold and mites,
that be my tin world hosts?
would she dine on greens or a white mould?
'no sonny!
such to royalty and nobility belong,
while you to beggers and sufferers,
do belong,
be it your poor heart you need tear,
then, you to hopelessness hold,
and shed nothing while to the isle she takes,
in a knot to a noble be tied,
for not even the patched pants you shall be in,
on that last chapel seat,
a pity on you have'
but that be just a voice,
of hidden fears...
for the lady,of whom this i write,
holds the last a whisper..
©2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Night Streets
tonight as i took an idle walk,
those hours to kill,
a promise of another dawn,
i met a lady used,
head to toes,
skin to flesh,
staggering in fruitless steps,
falling off her transparent heels,
dirt up her legs,
to that barely fit a skirt for the streets,
grabbed me in her soiled hands,
mumbling in search of sympathy,
in her choking breathe,
but who i such a wreck pity for to have?
her friends below dim lights,
gossips make,
some that a little sorry get,
while many tonite a competitor celebrate to lose,
and i see tummy fested fat dwarfs,
walk away from a devils den,
zipping up,
and zoom off with no second glances,
then what used to be someones daugher,
wiping off what they left,
in preparations for another,
light a cigar and puff with the least of worries,
and such makes me boil,
in uncontrollable anger and resentments,
and to this that drugs rule,
to strangle and wish to rot away i had to fight,
as to that hospital i had to carry,
praying that in survival she finds redemption,
seize from ungodly ways,
but that be my prayer,
for new tricks to an old dog hard are,
and soon to those alleys she will back,
to quench thirst of the thirsty,
©2011
those hours to kill,
a promise of another dawn,
i met a lady used,
head to toes,
skin to flesh,
staggering in fruitless steps,
falling off her transparent heels,
dirt up her legs,
to that barely fit a skirt for the streets,
grabbed me in her soiled hands,
mumbling in search of sympathy,
in her choking breathe,
but who i such a wreck pity for to have?
her friends below dim lights,
gossips make,
some that a little sorry get,
while many tonite a competitor celebrate to lose,
and i see tummy fested fat dwarfs,
walk away from a devils den,
zipping up,
and zoom off with no second glances,
then what used to be someones daugher,
wiping off what they left,
in preparations for another,
light a cigar and puff with the least of worries,
and such makes me boil,
in uncontrollable anger and resentments,
and to this that drugs rule,
to strangle and wish to rot away i had to fight,
as to that hospital i had to carry,
praying that in survival she finds redemption,
seize from ungodly ways,
but that be my prayer,
for new tricks to an old dog hard are,
and soon to those alleys she will back,
to quench thirst of the thirsty,
©2011
At Her Window
i saw a lady in the dying hours of the sun,
that my breath in a click of a casio did take,
a heart for a moment a beat did avoid,
she was beautiful,
in words no description can be made,
her lucious lips,
coated in tantalizing girly stocks,
her eyes shaded,
brows well made,
a beauty that out would stand,
even in the stillness of asian innovations..
watched her model away,
in einstein matheciated steps,
and finese of a lioness,
with ease and slightly hidden agility,
as the ground took her tiptoes,
in cyclic turns,
but woe unto me,
for in my lineage courage to chase a damsel was devoid,
greats that of taming a shrew got scared,
left to watch and trail,
in distances and imaginations,
and now in her bed refuge she seek,
while i across the streets at her window stare,
wishing she could just for a moment stand,
walk to that window and see,
that i would brave the cold for that final glance of her,
as i write her goodnight in the air,
but though my silent utters she doesn't hear,
i cross my fingers,
with hope that in one such night,
when rain drops fall down her window panes,
and the winds blow those fibble leaves away,
in one of her dreams i will feature,
bringing the smiles that long be sort,
and love never unearthed,
till then below this lamp i stand,
in stares undetered,
awaiting that final glance of this angel.
©2011
that my breath in a click of a casio did take,
a heart for a moment a beat did avoid,
she was beautiful,
in words no description can be made,
her lucious lips,
coated in tantalizing girly stocks,
her eyes shaded,
brows well made,
a beauty that out would stand,
even in the stillness of asian innovations..
watched her model away,
in einstein matheciated steps,
and finese of a lioness,
with ease and slightly hidden agility,
as the ground took her tiptoes,
in cyclic turns,
but woe unto me,
for in my lineage courage to chase a damsel was devoid,
greats that of taming a shrew got scared,
left to watch and trail,
in distances and imaginations,
and now in her bed refuge she seek,
while i across the streets at her window stare,
wishing she could just for a moment stand,
walk to that window and see,
that i would brave the cold for that final glance of her,
as i write her goodnight in the air,
but though my silent utters she doesn't hear,
i cross my fingers,
with hope that in one such night,
when rain drops fall down her window panes,
and the winds blow those fibble leaves away,
in one of her dreams i will feature,
bringing the smiles that long be sort,
and love never unearthed,
till then below this lamp i stand,
in stares undetered,
awaiting that final glance of this angel.
©2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The Night Creatures
below these dark skies,
that be painted with twinkling stars,
and clouds that sail through nights,
far from the lonely moon,
that these footpaths followed light,
behind these bricks and tins,
fortresses by an unapprecitated struggler erected,
a sufferer sits ,
lost in thoughts,
next a dreamer lies,
building foundationless castles,
far away another be,
bracing the cold,
a guardian in flesh,
to those that a slumberland flight took,
and among concrete jungles,
lit in beautified inventions,
below labelled boards strategically placed,
a sister paces around,
washed in sheba scents,
a master of attraction,
that preys on they that such addicted to,
another transaction make,
at the hidden alleys,
on knees,
a stuffed mouth and moving head,
below these same skies,
masked men walk around,
in evil thoughts and same cruel intents,
harvester to farms they never sow,
different creatures of darkness,
a single universe yet many worlds,
worlds of crying children,
battered wifes,
hopeless men,
all in pursuit of something,
happiness,
riches,
peace,
even in the unwelcoming nights
©2011
that be painted with twinkling stars,
and clouds that sail through nights,
far from the lonely moon,
that these footpaths followed light,
behind these bricks and tins,
fortresses by an unapprecitated struggler erected,
a sufferer sits ,
lost in thoughts,
next a dreamer lies,
building foundationless castles,
far away another be,
bracing the cold,
a guardian in flesh,
to those that a slumberland flight took,
and among concrete jungles,
lit in beautified inventions,
below labelled boards strategically placed,
a sister paces around,
washed in sheba scents,
a master of attraction,
that preys on they that such addicted to,
another transaction make,
at the hidden alleys,
on knees,
a stuffed mouth and moving head,
below these same skies,
masked men walk around,
in evil thoughts and same cruel intents,
harvester to farms they never sow,
different creatures of darkness,
a single universe yet many worlds,
worlds of crying children,
battered wifes,
hopeless men,
all in pursuit of something,
happiness,
riches,
peace,
even in the unwelcoming nights
©2011
A Mans' Troubles
what shall i say to my wife,
what shall i tell my children,
at my entry home,
with no bread in my hands,
or that little hope,
that their groaning 'machs shall seize the mourns,
what shall i do when they be sent home,
can't afford the fees,
only patched clothes,
torn books,
shall i hang myself,
and hope to watch them from heavens above?,
praying and wishing them better days?
or will i run away,
drown in madness,
smoking herbs,
and injections,
thoughts of them attempts to forget?
will they ever forgive me?
will i there angelic voices shut from mind,
those little voices saying 'bad dad',
worst dad?
can i even my head raise,
in walks along cold streets,
trying to evade such condemning gazes,
thrown in arrow points on me?
shall i ever that guilt write off?
or shall die young like a father i knew,
be buried in merry,
and leave them in custody of greedy heads,
that shall away will gnaw the only straws left for them?
such be my few of many questions,
of a father,
if be,
i do ask myself,
but in a creator i trust,
whom that gave me life,
health,
and capability,
that i may in night and day toil,
that sweat break,
in such a reward comes,
and my sons and daughters shall have plenty,
for them and their children,
so this young me that they laugh at,
in my day to next struggles,
trying this life to strangle,
mocking the tin shack i call my fortress,
shall have the last laugh when their ribs are broken,
for i know what i sow,
and He that above sits,
these works shall bless.
©2011
what shall i tell my children,
at my entry home,
with no bread in my hands,
or that little hope,
that their groaning 'machs shall seize the mourns,
what shall i do when they be sent home,
can't afford the fees,
only patched clothes,
torn books,
shall i hang myself,
and hope to watch them from heavens above?,
praying and wishing them better days?
or will i run away,
drown in madness,
smoking herbs,
and injections,
thoughts of them attempts to forget?
will they ever forgive me?
will i there angelic voices shut from mind,
those little voices saying 'bad dad',
worst dad?
can i even my head raise,
in walks along cold streets,
trying to evade such condemning gazes,
thrown in arrow points on me?
shall i ever that guilt write off?
or shall die young like a father i knew,
be buried in merry,
and leave them in custody of greedy heads,
that shall away will gnaw the only straws left for them?
such be my few of many questions,
of a father,
if be,
i do ask myself,
but in a creator i trust,
whom that gave me life,
health,
and capability,
that i may in night and day toil,
that sweat break,
in such a reward comes,
and my sons and daughters shall have plenty,
for them and their children,
so this young me that they laugh at,
in my day to next struggles,
trying this life to strangle,
mocking the tin shack i call my fortress,
shall have the last laugh when their ribs are broken,
for i know what i sow,
and He that above sits,
these works shall bless.
©2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Treat a Lady
wake before her,
leave that note that says,
Baby,
I Love You,
sign out in infinite kisses,
a warm day for her you start,
send her that rose,
Red,
Pink,
White,
that the moment suits,
just to put a smile on her face,
give her that unexpected call,
make a feel missed,
take her out,
to the park,
for coffee or that dinner,
make those moments worth a replay,
send her that gift she never thought of,
surprise her time to time,
an angel needs a heart racing,
for a lady a queen is,
to be treated in royal ways,
and simplicity,
and uniqueness wins,
those kisses under pounding sky tears,
embraces in cold nights,
or those play chase,
in the whizzing evening winds,
that brings forth joy,
laughter in treasured times,
what would hurt if,
you served her breakfast in bed?
took her out for that comedy night?
made that visit to her at work,
just to say i love you?
little deeds that mean much,
little actions that break no sweat,
©2011
leave that note that says,
Baby,
I Love You,
sign out in infinite kisses,
a warm day for her you start,
send her that rose,
Red,
Pink,
White,
that the moment suits,
just to put a smile on her face,
give her that unexpected call,
make a feel missed,
take her out,
to the park,
for coffee or that dinner,
make those moments worth a replay,
send her that gift she never thought of,
surprise her time to time,
an angel needs a heart racing,
for a lady a queen is,
to be treated in royal ways,
and simplicity,
and uniqueness wins,
those kisses under pounding sky tears,
embraces in cold nights,
or those play chase,
in the whizzing evening winds,
that brings forth joy,
laughter in treasured times,
what would hurt if,
you served her breakfast in bed?
took her out for that comedy night?
made that visit to her at work,
just to say i love you?
little deeds that mean much,
little actions that break no sweat,
©2011
the blind bird
it knows not the break of light,
nor the dawn of darkness,
it sees not where it flies,
yet a branch never misses,
humbly perched,
humming,
like all the rest,
through dangers,
that float up the blue skies,
from claws of the mighty,
to those gnawing beaks of scavengers,
this little blind bird,
hatched with no sight,
survives,
so adorable,
crows respect,
sparrows guide,
an eagle protects,
a little blind bird,
taught by weavers,
now a weave makes,
so artistic a nest,
in harvest times,
the farm invades better,
unconcerned by the scarecrows,
nor the thunder bolting rocks,
a sling does release,
an early waker,
a promise of fat worms always made,
at the first ray fulfilled,
that little blind bird,
in its pink feathers,
on a tree perched,
to warm in the tropical sun,
a guardian of courage,
a keeper of determination,
the little blind bird.
©2011
nor the dawn of darkness,
it sees not where it flies,
yet a branch never misses,
humbly perched,
humming,
like all the rest,
through dangers,
that float up the blue skies,
from claws of the mighty,
to those gnawing beaks of scavengers,
this little blind bird,
hatched with no sight,
survives,
so adorable,
crows respect,
sparrows guide,
an eagle protects,
a little blind bird,
taught by weavers,
now a weave makes,
so artistic a nest,
in harvest times,
the farm invades better,
unconcerned by the scarecrows,
nor the thunder bolting rocks,
a sling does release,
an early waker,
a promise of fat worms always made,
at the first ray fulfilled,
that little blind bird,
in its pink feathers,
on a tree perched,
to warm in the tropical sun,
a guardian of courage,
a keeper of determination,
the little blind bird.
©2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
she said
in the dead of night,
last be,
heard a lady in sorrow sing,
that if young she did die,
buried deep be she,
a body to dress in white,
laid in roses filled bed,
drown in the cold morning river waters,
watching by an awaking sun,
and by standing trees,
and what a send off it be,
drifting on that sparkling waters,
bid goodbye in love songs,
a young death,
dirges from sweet little birds,
perched on branches away,
melodies of sorrow,
barely dreamt of,
and only if she could tell,
that pain in them that watch her go,
the broken hearts left,
to awaken and comfort she would wish,
but death is cold,
a reaper with no soul,
friends to make the waving hands,
only happiness to wish,
last be,
heard a lady in sorrow sing,
that if young she did die,
buried deep be she,
a body to dress in white,
laid in roses filled bed,
drown in the cold morning river waters,
watching by an awaking sun,
and by standing trees,
and what a send off it be,
drifting on that sparkling waters,
bid goodbye in love songs,
a young death,
dirges from sweet little birds,
perched on branches away,
melodies of sorrow,
barely dreamt of,
and only if she could tell,
that pain in them that watch her go,
the broken hearts left,
to awaken and comfort she would wish,
but death is cold,
a reaper with no soul,
friends to make the waving hands,
only happiness to wish,
Friday, October 14, 2011
my last moments
misty,
a morning sight clogged,
falling dew,
a birds freezing,
everything from a cold hiding,
in my death,
a fog embrace this corpse,
laid on straws,
tied to yet to season logs,
carried to that river,
a murky water now all clear,
gushing that did seize,
stillness,
float me in their goodbyes,
a ritual they will make,
shower this cold body with roses,
black,
and light a flame,
then drift me away,
waving from the banks,
mourns,
a tears forcefully shed,
hearts happy,
dancing in joy,
the demise of a nobody,
the son of no one,
father to none,
a husband to never be,
so none a ghost shall haunt,
the merry of dying young,
but a spirit shall awaken,
their lands to roam,
and to every unkind heart,
shall rip apart,
squeeze out,
that cold scolder,
a eyes shall pluck out,
slit their throats,
hang that kicking silly,
a young ghost that dates death,
married to the devils daughter,
and so be it,
the reign of fire brought,
to walk with crows,
guided by owls,
the dark to rule,
immortality,
©2011
a morning sight clogged,
falling dew,
a birds freezing,
everything from a cold hiding,
in my death,
a fog embrace this corpse,
laid on straws,
tied to yet to season logs,
carried to that river,
a murky water now all clear,
gushing that did seize,
stillness,
float me in their goodbyes,
a ritual they will make,
shower this cold body with roses,
black,
and light a flame,
then drift me away,
waving from the banks,
mourns,
a tears forcefully shed,
hearts happy,
dancing in joy,
the demise of a nobody,
the son of no one,
father to none,
a husband to never be,
so none a ghost shall haunt,
the merry of dying young,
but a spirit shall awaken,
their lands to roam,
and to every unkind heart,
shall rip apart,
squeeze out,
that cold scolder,
a eyes shall pluck out,
slit their throats,
hang that kicking silly,
a young ghost that dates death,
married to the devils daughter,
and so be it,
the reign of fire brought,
to walk with crows,
guided by owls,
the dark to rule,
immortality,
©2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Ghetto
the ghetto,
nothing bright,
black oily soils to walk on,
ashes and coal,
those plastic litters join,
noisy mouthy women,
in their gossip modes,
kids mucus dripping,
faces unwashed,
tin houses,
rusty sheets,
falling timber,
the forest we know know,
smoke,
the hustle gets on,
everybody busy gets,
dancing to econimic chants,
shouting and yelling,
all in the name of national building,
tired whores getting home,
a rough working hours may have had,
their worn out faces,
sleepless a nights spent,
exhausted you may say,
just a duty serving,
nation building,
lads after souped up psvs run,
begging cents,
a meal to have,
a saviour at the fall of the sun,
and we at the 'base' sit,
watching the world run,
sipping flavoured waters,
chewing a Merian export,
our lungs destroying,
a white mans' smoke blowing,
now a killer be,
watching machines take the road,
those who have drive by,
those without walk on,
two worlds in one,
so we sit,
watch time fly by,
awaiting that sunset,
the end,
just another day in the ghetto,
©2011
nothing bright,
black oily soils to walk on,
ashes and coal,
those plastic litters join,
noisy mouthy women,
in their gossip modes,
kids mucus dripping,
faces unwashed,
tin houses,
rusty sheets,
falling timber,
the forest we know know,
smoke,
the hustle gets on,
everybody busy gets,
dancing to econimic chants,
shouting and yelling,
all in the name of national building,
tired whores getting home,
a rough working hours may have had,
their worn out faces,
sleepless a nights spent,
exhausted you may say,
just a duty serving,
nation building,
lads after souped up psvs run,
begging cents,
a meal to have,
a saviour at the fall of the sun,
and we at the 'base' sit,
watching the world run,
sipping flavoured waters,
chewing a Merian export,
our lungs destroying,
a white mans' smoke blowing,
now a killer be,
watching machines take the road,
those who have drive by,
those without walk on,
two worlds in one,
so we sit,
watch time fly by,
awaiting that sunset,
the end,
just another day in the ghetto,
©2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A fools' way
he went sailing ,
taking a dip he so much wanted,
had a chat with the sharks,
to be sweet friends in one,
now a body they share,
together now that swim take,
a yatch never in to sail,
she went strolling all alone,
that broken ground,
a heat too much beat,
a steps on,
past dead crows,
feather to collect,
now thirst ridden,
on four she walk,
hovering scavengers,
in watery beaks be,
a meal much deserved,
a naked neck birds dream,
torn to slices,
all specialities served,
no mans' land they said,
just a meal that dare walk,
such a relaxing walk take,
a dance in a devils den,
fire an illumination,
the floor to light..
be fools that such,
an invitation honour..
©2011
®skillz
taking a dip he so much wanted,
had a chat with the sharks,
to be sweet friends in one,
now a body they share,
together now that swim take,
a yatch never in to sail,
she went strolling all alone,
that broken ground,
a heat too much beat,
a steps on,
past dead crows,
feather to collect,
now thirst ridden,
on four she walk,
hovering scavengers,
in watery beaks be,
a meal much deserved,
a naked neck birds dream,
torn to slices,
all specialities served,
no mans' land they said,
just a meal that dare walk,
such a relaxing walk take,
a dance in a devils den,
fire an illumination,
the floor to light..
be fools that such,
an invitation honour..
©2011
®skillz
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
One day
spoon after the other,
in the loneliness of the night,
all but alone,
munching and gnashing,
a way through weavels,
just but boiled beans and maize,
the hunger to chase,
lucky that this a meal i could get,
only salt a taste to bring,
and though teary i be,
thinking of this my state,
on hope i ride,
that one day a decent one shall have,
and all that rumble this stomach have,
shall seize in time,
for i believe there be someone above,
that this misery away will wave,
have mercy on i a wretch,
in kindness a soul save,
an unbeliever convert,
until then i be,
in humility this to survive,
to never be sorry for such,
just time that ain't ripe,
awaiting my day,
under dying candles,
and faith,
a destiny to make,
a writing fulfiled,
triumph..
in the loneliness of the night,
all but alone,
munching and gnashing,
a way through weavels,
just but boiled beans and maize,
the hunger to chase,
lucky that this a meal i could get,
only salt a taste to bring,
and though teary i be,
thinking of this my state,
on hope i ride,
that one day a decent one shall have,
and all that rumble this stomach have,
shall seize in time,
for i believe there be someone above,
that this misery away will wave,
have mercy on i a wretch,
in kindness a soul save,
an unbeliever convert,
until then i be,
in humility this to survive,
to never be sorry for such,
just time that ain't ripe,
awaiting my day,
under dying candles,
and faith,
a destiny to make,
a writing fulfiled,
triumph..
Another sad tale
the moon sat up high,
a time for bats to dance,
creatures blind from birth,
afraid of day,
the night a darling,
past the falling apart steel gates,
held by weather beaten concrete,
he staggered,
a bundle wrapped in white,
taints of blood from afar seen,
on his back rested,
labored strides,
into the world of the dead,
forgotten graves,
unattended grounds,
withered flowers,
all falling apart,
he sighed,
a painful sigh,
his eyes dilated,
too many tears shed,
and to a tree that did house an owl,
whom a nap did take,
the load he did rest,
unwrapped and sat next,
took it in his arms,
to place on his lap,
stared at the coldness that now did invade,
as that hair he played with,
stroking gently,
as tears rained from his eyes,
to splatter on her blasted chest,
a painful way to bid life goodbye..
he stared to the still figure,
that blood had drained off,
and he said in mourning,
' i did give you my life,
my love,
the two that all i had,
was that never worth?'
silence of the dark,
offered no answer,
an owl now awake,
crickets too out came,
an audience graced with the divorced toad,
such sad tales to hear,
' you will never leave me,'
he said,
and took a bottle from his pants,
swallowed all that in was,
closed his eyes and said,
'i was the romeo,ju...l....i.....e.......'
and to the spirits he slipped,
two that of love left,
and there was thunder,
as the skies opened,
this to wash away,
never another sunrise to see
©2011
a time for bats to dance,
creatures blind from birth,
afraid of day,
the night a darling,
past the falling apart steel gates,
held by weather beaten concrete,
he staggered,
a bundle wrapped in white,
taints of blood from afar seen,
on his back rested,
labored strides,
into the world of the dead,
forgotten graves,
unattended grounds,
withered flowers,
all falling apart,
he sighed,
a painful sigh,
his eyes dilated,
too many tears shed,
and to a tree that did house an owl,
whom a nap did take,
the load he did rest,
unwrapped and sat next,
took it in his arms,
to place on his lap,
stared at the coldness that now did invade,
as that hair he played with,
stroking gently,
as tears rained from his eyes,
to splatter on her blasted chest,
a painful way to bid life goodbye..
he stared to the still figure,
that blood had drained off,
and he said in mourning,
' i did give you my life,
my love,
the two that all i had,
was that never worth?'
silence of the dark,
offered no answer,
an owl now awake,
crickets too out came,
an audience graced with the divorced toad,
such sad tales to hear,
' you will never leave me,'
he said,
and took a bottle from his pants,
swallowed all that in was,
closed his eyes and said,
'i was the romeo,ju...l....i.....e.......'
and to the spirits he slipped,
two that of love left,
and there was thunder,
as the skies opened,
this to wash away,
never another sunrise to see
©2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
unforgettable
i wish i could tuck this ego,
crumble to that one knee,
holding her hands,
and apologise for all the hurt,
my silly lies,
promises never kept,
while to those brown eyes stare,
for in the stormiest of times,
in unrelenting tides,
amid trembling grounds,
by my side she stood,
an alibi i could look upon,
under the judgement of men,
in cold weather,
when the clouds turned gray,
and everest winds came visiting,
her embrace,
a warmth gave,
how ungreatful was i,
never even a thank you did say,
now here in ages gone,
unpredictible october chill,
another crude reminder,
of an angel i had,
regrets,
pills once sweet,
memories of happy times,
watching the sun set,
to that western horizon,
dinner besides a burning candle,
enjoying the wax drip,
and that flame dance,
breakfast in bed served,
tears linger,
and here be i,
an aging soul,
wondering if an apology she would take,
fly back to my hold,
that chance for redemption,
one more try,
that pain to erase
©2011
crumble to that one knee,
holding her hands,
and apologise for all the hurt,
my silly lies,
promises never kept,
while to those brown eyes stare,
for in the stormiest of times,
in unrelenting tides,
amid trembling grounds,
by my side she stood,
an alibi i could look upon,
under the judgement of men,
in cold weather,
when the clouds turned gray,
and everest winds came visiting,
her embrace,
a warmth gave,
how ungreatful was i,
never even a thank you did say,
now here in ages gone,
unpredictible october chill,
another crude reminder,
of an angel i had,
regrets,
pills once sweet,
memories of happy times,
watching the sun set,
to that western horizon,
dinner besides a burning candle,
enjoying the wax drip,
and that flame dance,
breakfast in bed served,
tears linger,
and here be i,
an aging soul,
wondering if an apology she would take,
fly back to my hold,
that chance for redemption,
one more try,
that pain to erase
©2011
sad wave
she was happy,
dancing,
great was the news,
a mother steaming,
her child had to disappoint,
scared of what to her had happened,
yet her child a wedding bells,
at the alter met,
a young couple now to be,
kids a family to start,
months went,
nursing a belly bulging,
happy,
an anticipation,
of cries made by a little giant,
yet a devil to dance always does,
breaking of souls,
a goal to always score,
sadness a season he brings,
tears a cloud he opens,
and so it was to be,
that he in a white coat would be,
a messenger of pain,
deliver a news of a baby never to breath,
a family pass to the next,
luck was never for this a couple,
a tod born,
many a pipes to her ran,
such innocence,
punished,
but to every sad tune,
there be a last note,
and so in eyes that had never opened,
in silent breaths,
the tod slipped away,
an escape from the misery,
laid in a small white planks,
to that ground lowered,
before eyes in dark shades,
a mourning,
a dream that never had began,
now a feast for maggots and ants,
a ceremony to devour till bones,
a chapter to end,
on introductions incomplete,
©2011
dancing,
great was the news,
a mother steaming,
her child had to disappoint,
scared of what to her had happened,
yet her child a wedding bells,
at the alter met,
a young couple now to be,
kids a family to start,
months went,
nursing a belly bulging,
happy,
an anticipation,
of cries made by a little giant,
yet a devil to dance always does,
breaking of souls,
a goal to always score,
sadness a season he brings,
tears a cloud he opens,
and so it was to be,
that he in a white coat would be,
a messenger of pain,
deliver a news of a baby never to breath,
a family pass to the next,
luck was never for this a couple,
a tod born,
many a pipes to her ran,
such innocence,
punished,
but to every sad tune,
there be a last note,
and so in eyes that had never opened,
in silent breaths,
the tod slipped away,
an escape from the misery,
laid in a small white planks,
to that ground lowered,
before eyes in dark shades,
a mourning,
a dream that never had began,
now a feast for maggots and ants,
a ceremony to devour till bones,
a chapter to end,
on introductions incomplete,
©2011
The parting
leaning on a
street pole,
or what used to be it,
watching these daughters of
innocent women,
in bare skin,
and ladders for shoes,
up and down under those lights,
baits,
here,
a man of this race comes by,
parting lips,
faked smiles,
bucks a wallet bids good bye,
and another of that other race,
in three legs crawls,
a little patting and he does a
buck-parting,
and such becomes the rhythm,
of opening gates and parting
bucks,
a melody sung to the break of
dawn,
barely in courtship,
yet a daughter i may have can't
dissuade,
from such scenes thoughts brought,
a trade so lucrate to find a
mention
in them pages of the holliest of
books,
©2011
street pole,
or what used to be it,
watching these daughters of
innocent women,
in bare skin,
and ladders for shoes,
up and down under those lights,
baits,
here,
a man of this race comes by,
parting lips,
faked smiles,
bucks a wallet bids good bye,
and another of that other race,
in three legs crawls,
a little patting and he does a
buck-parting,
and such becomes the rhythm,
of opening gates and parting
bucks,
a melody sung to the break of
dawn,
barely in courtship,
yet a daughter i may have can't
dissuade,
from such scenes thoughts brought,
a trade so lucrate to find a
mention
in them pages of the holliest of
books,
©2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
All in a rainy day
it was raining heavily outside,
when on my door a knock she did make,
fully wet,
dripping wet,
in a blue Levi's jeans,
and a now transparent white tee,
called me choco pie,
in question of if in my private pad she was welcome,
but who was i such an angel,
a welcome to deny?
in she came,
shivering,
got a shirt as her tee off she took,
helped her in fighting the urge to stare,
that asian skin,
tantalizing as to the chest wedge,
it looked different,
never had turned my back,
she asked if i wouldn't help,
the unbuttoning and unzipping,
a shaky feel creeping,
i wouldn't mind,
so myself said,
in trembling hands,
as it did cascade ,
a new discovery,
a new world made,
light skin to the toe nails,
thighs that a mouth watered,
choking,
in the deafening silence,
she lay on the settee,
a coffee would come in handy,
time did slow down,
as i watched her lips meet the mug,
the way they did part,
as that froth she sucked in,
in that arousing lady way,
with each sip,
a lips getting glossier,
a more closer i got drawn,
wanting to feel that caffeine,
wanting that coffee bean taste to feel,
in such flesh,
how would it be?
when on my door a knock she did make,
fully wet,
dripping wet,
in a blue Levi's jeans,
and a now transparent white tee,
called me choco pie,
in question of if in my private pad she was welcome,
but who was i such an angel,
a welcome to deny?
in she came,
shivering,
got a shirt as her tee off she took,
helped her in fighting the urge to stare,
that asian skin,
tantalizing as to the chest wedge,
it looked different,
never had turned my back,
she asked if i wouldn't help,
the unbuttoning and unzipping,
a shaky feel creeping,
i wouldn't mind,
so myself said,
in trembling hands,
as it did cascade ,
a new discovery,
a new world made,
light skin to the toe nails,
thighs that a mouth watered,
choking,
in the deafening silence,
she lay on the settee,
a coffee would come in handy,
time did slow down,
as i watched her lips meet the mug,
the way they did part,
as that froth she sucked in,
in that arousing lady way,
with each sip,
a lips getting glossier,
a more closer i got drawn,
wanting to feel that caffeine,
wanting that coffee bean taste to feel,
in such flesh,
how would it be?
Her Highness
she takes the streets,
in sways a paris fashion walk made,
glittering glamour men say,
dogs turn gentlemen as they give way,
eyes that did site,
eyes that be to follow,
heads that shake,
such that can't win,
but mine a coffee mug says,
that be not the main play,
not her flesh,
though she be bien en chair,
not her garments,
those kinky yet worth,
laced with indian embroids,
to kill men in les plaisirs de la chair,
not her shoes,
designers,
from that stand to take,
none be that that be thought,
but a man tagged by the pinkie,
stumbling,
legs unable to hold,
such a mistress a slave hold,
in pride,
and all the damsels around red buttons hit,
such a prince leashed can be,
all but left in gaped beaks,
that chit-a-chatter know best,
all but to the merry of her highness,
for such a lord be dethroned,
in knees made to play a game,
an invention a madames' fun,
and rules she know best,
and play he will,
never a may she take,
shall be the answer,
in bent backs,
faces to the earth,
for she be her highness
©2011
in sways a paris fashion walk made,
glittering glamour men say,
dogs turn gentlemen as they give way,
eyes that did site,
eyes that be to follow,
heads that shake,
such that can't win,
but mine a coffee mug says,
that be not the main play,
not her flesh,
though she be bien en chair,
not her garments,
those kinky yet worth,
laced with indian embroids,
to kill men in les plaisirs de la chair,
not her shoes,
designers,
from that stand to take,
none be that that be thought,
but a man tagged by the pinkie,
stumbling,
legs unable to hold,
such a mistress a slave hold,
in pride,
and all the damsels around red buttons hit,
such a prince leashed can be,
all but left in gaped beaks,
that chit-a-chatter know best,
all but to the merry of her highness,
for such a lord be dethroned,
in knees made to play a game,
an invention a madames' fun,
and rules she know best,
and play he will,
never a may she take,
shall be the answer,
in bent backs,
faces to the earth,
for she be her highness
©2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
the used
i said in open ground,
in a voice choked by reeling metal,
a snakes' path by slave hands made,
for tales from a far to me had come,
of an angel on a broken wing,
to a cursed land had landed,
and now on a leash live,
battered,
a black eye,
forced pirate look.
a soul too weak in defence,
swollen lips,
lost teeth,
a fairy never around came,
clots,
patches all over to tell,
a trophy used,
before men,
in linen soaked in paris extracts,
naive,
helpless no one to rescue,
knights eyes give,
solicitors of favours,
elders ears won't give,
cry customs forbid,
but i in injustice can't sit,
time to saddle up,
damned be customs,
that a man on a lady a hand raises,
stamp on said customs,
mediocre thinkers imagination made,
and such a queen shall i treat,
under candle flames,
in silver ware dine,
and music be played,
a band,
mexican panchos,
in spanish croon,
a soundtrack to my script,
a soap opera written in mind,
let ride this wildnerness,
to this call of distress answer,
to the direction of the suns' home,
lets race,
the used help need
©2011
in a voice choked by reeling metal,
a snakes' path by slave hands made,
for tales from a far to me had come,
of an angel on a broken wing,
to a cursed land had landed,
and now on a leash live,
battered,
a black eye,
forced pirate look.
a soul too weak in defence,
swollen lips,
lost teeth,
a fairy never around came,
clots,
patches all over to tell,
a trophy used,
before men,
in linen soaked in paris extracts,
naive,
helpless no one to rescue,
knights eyes give,
solicitors of favours,
elders ears won't give,
cry customs forbid,
but i in injustice can't sit,
time to saddle up,
damned be customs,
that a man on a lady a hand raises,
stamp on said customs,
mediocre thinkers imagination made,
and such a queen shall i treat,
under candle flames,
in silver ware dine,
and music be played,
a band,
mexican panchos,
in spanish croon,
a soundtrack to my script,
a soap opera written in mind,
let ride this wildnerness,
to this call of distress answer,
to the direction of the suns' home,
lets race,
the used help need
©2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
broken
an arrow sails the silent skies,
a child runs past a dying tree,
an old truck lies abandned,
a rust fested invetion,
hard to imagine once down that road,
past that fog and mist in evil smiles sit,
did it take an aspalt rubber to burn,
a cock chokes on its crow,
an old lady along a pavement crawl,
torn,
falling houses,
broken windows,
paint that off peels,
the used sit lost in worlds imagned,
needles and flames,
that powder that a temple wrecks,
young and hopeless sons and sisters,
many a double death die,
forgotten by all that used to know,
discarded,
outcasts branded,
tears and pain only a mother know,
barons in magical mechanics by drive,
blaring music,
a barber shop,
a cafe that flies dine,
a rotting carcass,
a cemetery of fallen angels,
broken crosses,
leaning tomb stones,
shedding trees,
that gardener leaves collect,
an alcoholic dinner,
a man on a table sleep,
drooling,
a vandalized sign,
a bus stop once meant,
now in the lightness of day,
or brightness of the moon,
a hub be,
ladies in coloured faces,
painted lips,
and be greatful to the chinese heads,
in shortest of garments,
barely anything hidden,
exposure to that world,
a bait for a buck,
washed away pathways,
effluents,
a drain overwhelmed,
grey earth,
a ghetto dead
©2011
a child runs past a dying tree,
an old truck lies abandned,
a rust fested invetion,
hard to imagine once down that road,
past that fog and mist in evil smiles sit,
did it take an aspalt rubber to burn,
a cock chokes on its crow,
an old lady along a pavement crawl,
torn,
falling houses,
broken windows,
paint that off peels,
the used sit lost in worlds imagned,
needles and flames,
that powder that a temple wrecks,
young and hopeless sons and sisters,
many a double death die,
forgotten by all that used to know,
discarded,
outcasts branded,
tears and pain only a mother know,
barons in magical mechanics by drive,
blaring music,
a barber shop,
a cafe that flies dine,
a rotting carcass,
a cemetery of fallen angels,
broken crosses,
leaning tomb stones,
shedding trees,
that gardener leaves collect,
an alcoholic dinner,
a man on a table sleep,
drooling,
a vandalized sign,
a bus stop once meant,
now in the lightness of day,
or brightness of the moon,
a hub be,
ladies in coloured faces,
painted lips,
and be greatful to the chinese heads,
in shortest of garments,
barely anything hidden,
exposure to that world,
a bait for a buck,
washed away pathways,
effluents,
a drain overwhelmed,
grey earth,
a ghetto dead
©2011
memories
draw those curtains,
lets walk that path we did,
gone maybe the days,
when we used to boogey to Sinatra,
turn around in the barn,
to the music made,
revolutions of black plates never sweet,
lovingly a sound produce,
and we would sit on that hay,
strewn all around,
in locked arms,
watch friends shake and twist,
to melodies from a box emerging,
short dresses in all shades,
flare trousers a dance doing,
soft drinks at a corner sat,
the friday night heat to cool,
and we would escape to the farm,
amid a clear night sky,
filled with twinkling stars,
and a moon fulled,
floating to nowhere,
on the grass we would play,
fun to a night of merry added,
couples under the trees sat,
an old truck,
a refuge for some,
a ground filled with sky watchers,
and i would walk to a stream,
that by did pass,
now all forgotten,
to its clear waters my feat dip,
and let those frogs
my toes play with,
and she would come around,
and my whole self in would go,
and she too would pay,
making laughter in wet garments,
and when it all wound end,
we would take the foot paths,
to those mute homesteads,
and of happy days it was,
in goodnights sealed by a kiss
lets walk that path we did,
gone maybe the days,
when we used to boogey to Sinatra,
turn around in the barn,
to the music made,
revolutions of black plates never sweet,
lovingly a sound produce,
and we would sit on that hay,
strewn all around,
in locked arms,
watch friends shake and twist,
to melodies from a box emerging,
short dresses in all shades,
flare trousers a dance doing,
soft drinks at a corner sat,
the friday night heat to cool,
and we would escape to the farm,
amid a clear night sky,
filled with twinkling stars,
and a moon fulled,
floating to nowhere,
on the grass we would play,
fun to a night of merry added,
couples under the trees sat,
an old truck,
a refuge for some,
a ground filled with sky watchers,
and i would walk to a stream,
that by did pass,
now all forgotten,
to its clear waters my feat dip,
and let those frogs
my toes play with,
and she would come around,
and my whole self in would go,
and she too would pay,
making laughter in wet garments,
and when it all wound end,
we would take the foot paths,
to those mute homesteads,
and of happy days it was,
in goodnights sealed by a kiss
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The soldier pt. 1
saw him crawl up the lonely mountains,
a man that the world lost,
in tatters still dressed,
stains of a journey for days taken,
his hair a bush a gardener never seen,
a face pale too many blows from a scorching sun,
and on he crawled,
this soldier that many gory scenes had seeen,
for war never a park be,
all those fallen friends,
a man made destruction taken,
he had cried to that,
a hope once of home to get,
and you could see him,
a wretch of pity,
walking on all fours,
talking to none,
maybe his shadow friend,
but home is lost,
little hope he had gone,
all but skeletons left,
something once used to be,
collapsing shells a home used to stand,
no more smoke,
just bare chimneys,
that lone stand,
a welcome to a soldier many days lost,
that lone broken son,
a father never back saw..
a man that the world lost,
in tatters still dressed,
stains of a journey for days taken,
his hair a bush a gardener never seen,
a face pale too many blows from a scorching sun,
and on he crawled,
this soldier that many gory scenes had seeen,
for war never a park be,
all those fallen friends,
a man made destruction taken,
he had cried to that,
a hope once of home to get,
and you could see him,
a wretch of pity,
walking on all fours,
talking to none,
maybe his shadow friend,
but home is lost,
little hope he had gone,
all but skeletons left,
something once used to be,
collapsing shells a home used to stand,
no more smoke,
just bare chimneys,
that lone stand,
a welcome to a soldier many days lost,
that lone broken son,
a father never back saw..
Monday, October 3, 2011
Miss Diana
princess diana,
the world calls her,
and in many a way,
this brown beauty a princess be,
in all ways she be sweet,
lips candies dipped in honey,
her eyes pure,
two beads in milk float,
her walk is angelic,
feet that step golden walk take,
and though wings devoid,
a high flyer from birth been,
such be a lady that many men of
scared be,
for beauty she be endowed with,
and a mind that einstein proud
be,
and such a lady a heart too can
find,
that of love be filled,
an ear that listen does,
arms tender,
and with warmth hold,
by such beauty smiles the world
fill,
with such a beauty men vows
take,
in holy grounds and altars made,
before chosen men that witness
be,
vows by the Holiest books led,
and such be the Diana i know,
a lady to whose feet emperors
bow,
and kings to her honor feasts
make,
and lucky be me,
that like an avalanche off her feet
swept,
and be it to war i be forced,
or to planets unfound shot too,
for her i will,
for her,sweet Diana,will,
Music Please!
rain,
seven years that of a broken
heart i crawled,
yet seven years be dead and
buried,
under earth a years deposit,
but still in a sultry october
afternoon,
childlike i walk these streets,
though such innocence i be
devoid,
still scared of nightmares,
scared of that bogieman that love
music accompany,
and i heard of melodies sung,
in neon lights and elvis held mics,
below clouds tears filled,
in black,
in metals heavily on faces laden,
and to such music that a hair
raise,
and a zillion mad men and
women,
entertain and some bewitch,
to tangled tongues and demonic
rituals,
a nero class of ancient romans
well taken,
lies a remedy to torn,
punctured,
or be it a broken heart,
and i that remedy to a second
hand witness be,
for amid wires angrily struck,
and drums that heavily be hit,
and voices that more of banned
enhancer use,
lies nothing that shapes floated
on st. Valentines demise
anniversary,
by crack heads in red and her
relatives groomed,
clutching and others awaiting
flowers after rose named,
and to such music a matey i
agree,
and to it i jump and roll,
rocking to defeaning meaningless
voices,
intoxicated by everything around,
from women in black leather
skirts,
to a smoke that a crop,
descedant of one that on a
wisdom filled king's grave did
grow,
and such be the music that lulls
me to bed
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Once upon a land
a land mountains did surround,
an old lady did live,
a lady of honour many thought,
but a few her real self knew,
for to these few the word mean,
never did sound anything but her,
and sure mean she was,
mean to birds in the air,
that over her roof could never
fly,
mean to the earth many toil,
a little dust a punishment to be,
mean to the trees that grew,
their shades forever unwelcome,
was such a pity to watch,
those little tears from natures'
children,
and she did camouflage herself,
in a religion that of brotherhood,
and of good neighbourhood,
an advocate was,
and many a poor fellows,
her did worship,
and by her feet did bow,
in search of a little help and
sympathy,
if any she did have,
and this to her a victory was,
and to it she did wine and dine,
in secrecy and dimmed lanterns,
but a legend goes,
that for every deed a reward sits,
and nature choseth what be,
and for all the pain to others she
did bestow,
for every tree,
for every bird,
and every human,
inhumane to she did,
a prize of sadness,
a prize of worry,
a prize of fear,
never a day would she a smile
have,
for her meaness happy would not
let her be,
and fear the best of her had,
too scared to die,
scared that mother earth her
corpse would never take,
scared of the avenging souls that
on the other side wait,
but nature weird she be,
leaves her to marinate in her
deeds,
and watch her calves a price pay,
a debt they a share never had,
and so the mean old lady lives
on,
hid in a fortress by men made,
in fear of a tommorrow unseen,
sleepless nights thus she spends,
but that be the way it is,
be cold and cold shall the best of
you have..
Saturday, October 1, 2011
loving
as those strings he gently plays,
in silence she listens to words he
hums,
and in these words,
a beauty be praised,
to a lady of worth he hath found,
so sweet be the words,
that the sun to set can not,
and so to the horizon she laze,
watching this lover,
a heart out pour...
to such a lady pride has,
that such a man his love can tell,
and in such a moment tears fall,
the joy of love hard to hold,
too great it be for her to bear,
and his words to her birds invite,
little feathers a witness of love be,
in this for two that be shared,
a soul in silence wishes he could,
that for her more than a heart
can give,
small gifts many a women
treasure,
and in say he,
that fate such a hand on him did
not play,
and down it tears him,
that among friends,
his lady a nothing walks with,
and so flash they bangles and
bracelettes,
a price competition show down
make,
and they talk of dinner under
stars,
movies in added dimensions,
least do they know that such a
lady,
material love doesn't she seek,
for her a locket in love they
share,
and such be her most valued...
such love that be true,
in all ways that men judge,
and in soft whispers she tells him,
that there be nothing in the
world precious,
than the love to her he does
confess,
and with such few words,
a smile is brought,
and in kisses his song ends,
a tender embrace to chase that
sun..
a lad i know
an old torn mat that he,
when darkness falls,
lies on folds,
into gaping shoes his feet a dive
take,
readiness to face the world all
over him written,
to him unwelcoming everything
has,
but that least a worry he be,
for a soldier he vowed to be,
in tears or pains of dripping
blood..,
he takes a step out those rust
leeched tins,
a home,fortress he forever has
known,
and out to walk,
among mortal men in deep
thoughts lost,
the sting of the morning air,
a many memories bring,
of friends he has lost,
in ways cruel to die,
not even his girlfriend mercy on
can have,
killed under a weeping moon,
claims of deals gone wrong,
no one the truth can tell,
and though vegeance of love,
many men to insanity can drive,
in composure and forgiving heart
he stands,
for the world lessons to him has
taught,
and he knows what a cold dish
revenge can be,
nothing to it warmth can give,
hail mary silently he prays,
that the day blessed may be,
and if to die he had to,
then it be a destiny script..
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)