Music of a Sad Man

to what a reward do i get,
if forever young i be?
a little ambition that never grows?
a little bread?
to what crown do they i bestow?
a wrinkle devoid skin?
do that a sad mans' music a taste change?
to what then be to live forever?
girls?
those leg parting creatures a dollar smell worship?
tatters?
garments a cold barely can take?
or be a groaning 'mach that a dawn can't wait for?
to what then,
do i forever have to live for?
a dream,
yet i barely a sleep do get?
to bow down in begging?
to shed a tear in a meal search?
pity?
to sit in that rubble corner,
sadness laden,
to painful thoughts?
then if it be of that,
let me die a young mans' death,
let i be shot along the streets by a rival,
or that a cap fly me away to hell,
change this music of a sad man,
to another short story..


©2011

If you forget me

beloved,
with every gaze and stare,
that i throw at that rainy tear that dots the ground,
at that dew that drips down a falling leaf,
to that gently dying light at the horizon,
or at that summer sun a warmth brings,
or that burning log at the fire place ashen,
carries my thoughts back to you,
making it be such like everything that does exists,
from east to west,
beneath the pharaoh tombs to the pyramind peaks,
were ships on a stormy sea,
forced by the raging waves,
to set sail to those isles of yours,
that in patience await my docking,
but if be by the falling hour glass sand you forget me,
so shall i by each of its grain thoughts of you away lock,
if you by the church bell toll you forget me,
do not bother saddling up,
neither call for my trail search,
for i sails shall have raised,
and if you see it too grey and stormy a harbour,
and a winds too strong to hold on,
and to that hour you decide to leave,
hear you me,
on that day,
on that bay,
at that hour,
i shall lift my anchor,
and row away,
to that other land that awaits,

but if by each sunset and with each dawn,
you feel that the vows between you and i should be,
in implacable sweetness,
under falling petals,
if with each sunrise the smell of roses fills you,
and a soft breeze up your lips climbs,
to seek me,
know it in me it all be a re-run,
nothing extinguished nor forgotten,
a flame still blazing,
for my love is fed by you,
and as long as you in tenderness hold it,
so shall it in mine a arms forever be,

©2011

Sad Memories

memories of love,
sandy beaches,
sunny days,
hands that held,
feet that another ran after,
imprints left,
now away washed,
gushing waves a ned see not,
kisses,
blown to far grounds,
a rushing breeze in sadness taking,
a bed long ago warm,
freezer cold now a partner,
humpty dumpty scenes over the kitchen table,
to that warm rain under that man made cloud,
now a ghost that each a day haunt,
fading away,
a chase by falling hour glass sand,
a laughter in a night did echo,
now a foe to the ruling silence,
a garden withering,
spring raised flowers a new winter fight,
hopeless,
a vein once a cell did carry,
now a maggot along swim,
festation of death,
a cold heart,
death a choice to relieve,
a sadness never kown,
now a friend to many,
a music,
dirge for now cold man,
pain of a broken wing,
a difference of haven and hell,
but a short trip,
tears,
a lake did fill,
sails all high,
search for a paradise lost,
memories,
of a love gone


©2011

Lady in a Dream

dear beautiful lady,
yester night i woke up from a dream,
of petals raining,
beautiful faces glittering with smiles,
themed with carribean melodies,
a spanish guitar from a far heard,
and to this that my heart into a race took,
this land that rarely in i land,
that a warmth bring,
to reality i want to bring,
to hold on forever
a treasure hard to lose,
but you are but a fiction,
created from a day light desire,
built from wishes,
a breath given by want,
yet that image somewhere maybe,
locked in same chains as i,
of loneliness silvered,
sadness links,
trying hard to break,
inability a vacuum of love,
wishing for that knight,
a horse,
or that chariot and roses,
vintage love drunk,
yet none by your cottage rides,
and it be that by these we passed each other,
you a care in the world barely showing,
while i crippled by sadness,
a head drag,
afraid of condemnation ,
a whipping from many a lovers that tag along,
hope tonight you know that am thinking of you,
and when you close your eyes,
that night rest to take,
know that i am here waiting,
anticipating for that moment,
that this dream a reality you will make,


©2011

Sunrise Wishes

i wish i had wings,
up the skies to fly,
dance with the wind,
in love shed by a warm sun,
a night to silently watch the stars,
sitted on that crescent moon,
in thoughts made on golden pavements,
a gates of silver slowly opening,
i wish i had a lady to call mine,
someone to carry a rose to,
that audience a guitar would listen to,
sitted at that beach bench,
wathcing the tidal waves,
and that breeze hit,
coolness,
a tangarine sky watched,
before the heavens a darkness invades,
a lady that would make me shed a tear,
bring me crumbling to my knees,
stare into her eyes and next be lips locked,
i wish i knew love,
make a heart warm
perfect the art of makeup,
play fight in sad times,
end the hour in laughter,
i wish she was mine,
in that kitchen feel her tenderness,
a hot pot made,
cool the boiling blood,
a romping in slow motion,
beads of sweat let,
soft voices whispering under wool and linen,
and we would take to the streets,
hands locked,
wishes,


©2011

Their World of Love

she gave out her heart,
he squeezed it,
crushing it to pieces barely collectable,
she gave out her love,
he turned and stared,
backing up a few yards,
in quick feet kicked it away,
she ran sad,
a tear shed,
he sent it back,
a fist clenched,
a blow a thud sounding,
another black eye,
she tried to mourn,
drowning and choking in screams,
whimpering,
a stray dogs' cry,
wished to run away,
she could never brake the chain,
scared of a loners' world,
slave of a spell,
a wing-endowed childs' arrow poison,
that through her flesh did land,
bullseye!
a shot that never missed,
heard she was an angel,
sent from grounds above,
a eve from a garden chased,
left to curse,
he never was a beast,
he never was a monster,
trails to a dark childhood,
a jack made dull from way then,
reasons for his loud silence,
mocked and bullied,
a drug crippled mother,
an alcoholic father,
a racist brother,
and a whore for a sister,
an alter ego born,
escape from this a hell,
he grew in hate,
a root firmly anchored in a heart,
he knew nothing about smiles and grins,
never heard of laughter,
joy was so coy,
only frowns and yells,
flying bottles,kicks and fists,
an art learnt at home,
hate hookers and drunkards,
hated women and accent crippled men,
a flame he could never put out,
and so they live,
sadly,
forever..


©2011

Stolen Dance

she stole a dance for me,
said i wait for her on that second flight,
an entry together make,
took my best saved,
a night in memories be thought of,
rode vintage wheels to the hall,
kept busy watching the clock tick,
turns made,
never her slippers heard on that silent night,
just hi's and helloss from many a lucky
daters,
braving a night sting,
hoping anytime an appearance make she would..,
the moon took high unto the dark skies,
a walk the only solution left,
so pain and a hurting soul a feet carry,
past concrete walls and green woods,
shivering through the midnight mist,
vegence a drip from the eyes,
then blue red lights,
and a wailing from a far,
sirens air filled with each step,
the skies opening,
heavenly pours a pave to wash...,
a mangled wreck lay awaiting a tow,
covered bag on a stretcher away taken,
heard she tried a call to make,
something on an apology for running late,
before screeches then a loud bang,
a breath could not hold,
so much pain in her last stare,
weak knees was all i had,
choking on self tears,
from a smoke still rising,
to a dance that never was,

rest well my love,
this heart a ages will take to mend,
these scar forever to heal,
and the memories never shared,
those that did fade in unwelcome tears,
shall be made next to angels,
to melodies from golden trumpets,


©2011

Tin Glass

today before a voice spitting box,
before burning coal that a mountain hill cold chase,
below these mountain slopes that a fog blind,
i dine in a house of meaness,
evil stitched eyes that in darkness burn,
silent tones that wish you away,
and this be the way they be,
that invite you by mouth,
yet deep in a regret fountain springs,
cursing and wishing,
that to forfeit this a date you will,

an old black mans' selfishness,
that brag and boast 'cause they have,
serve a poor boy with a glass porridge,
tin glass that a handle lacks,
burns to remind you of a door never to knock,
scars that a china clay makes you crave,
a meal served in a two thoughts,
just your worms to feed,
and you but to taste,
sad to they for such triffles barely a soul perturb,

these little deeds,
painted by cold scolding eyes,
that dart in stares thrown in selective glances,
be but wood that burns,
soon consumed by the fire,
that out and within burns,
and all but ashes be left,
and a wind that blows,
everything carries,
nothing left a reminder,
never a memory of heat that did warm,
maybe a soot that a a wall did coat,
or a smoke that a cough left,

wave you trees in disbelief,
these walls much have seen,
they cry not,
just crack in pitiful pain,
that from years gone sprout,
a silent wailing never heard..


©2011

Loners' Dance

what if i had a heart,
what if i could say i do,
would she stand by me,
would those bells ring to forever,
lady would you be a date in white,
that that day me a knot tie?
oh she would not a paupers' hand accept,
not even for a Holy grounds' sake,
for she do not feed on love,
trust and faith long she lost,
and this dance be mine alone,
i that never known a candle lit table,
that two i hear do share,
she said my one room tin shack is too small,
and these grandma lent sheets a cold won't shield,

this loneliness engraved cage be mine,
painted in snow,
a wall of ice that sweat in my toil,
and this my bed full of spikes,
cold edges that remind of a future lost,
and pity nature sorry can't find,
now this heart left but to burn,
in the coals of solitude,
a grill a many before lay,

won't walk east to west,
nothing new there shall i find,
won't bid wishes for that moon,
it lays a beauty up those skies,
but i shall watch that horizon,
drown in endless seas,
the beauty of a dying sun a eye see,
mesmirize in a melodies a bird sing,
a loners' dance never been of merry,
a tale of diamonds that soak in death,
a loners' dance,
steps in silence taken,
humming to nothing,
that wind tightly clutching..



©2011

Religious Pity

their voices echo through empty seats,
a walls a suns' scorch take,
and a tear that clouds let beaten,
a only audience in misery,
and their hearts be in faith,
their souls a redemption seek,
and i pity these poor mouths,
in pureness a thought sing,
a religion long robbed,
cunning liars and honest thieves,
that barerly steal but borrow,
prayers that heal now packaged,
pity to the naivity of flock,
had i but a way to kill ignorance,
but i to judge shall not,
sit back to waves of drowning voices,
watch faith tear us apart,
and hope forgivenes shall rain down on we,
for little sins i hear lay in no different a pose,
with that a man that hard sweat a offering take,
to drive in ,
erect castles guarded by breath picking cannines,
religion corrupt,
corrupted,
capitated,
now a cripple that can't crawl,
a field of actors and actresses,
dancing and falling to 'powerful' hands,
prayers from a man that barely cares for his family,
and the Holy books,
oh they got a gift to interpret them,
nonsensial gibbering,
see them take the asphalt,
and they fill their seats,
awaiting those pockets,
pity..


©2011

Silver Dance (Josy W)

will let you know of this my curse,
that a scorpion a scare get,
a rattle snake a dance on my toes,
kisses in hisses,
such tales ain't to be told by my barefeet,
a desert sand long missed,
but today you breathed life to a dying thought,
many a hours tick tock death invited,
to get this quil on milk running,
spilt in awesome desires,
it be strange fair maiden,
that this to you i scribe,
in a journey long and a setting sun,
a moon wanting to awaken,
yet a cloud anytime would open,
barely do i such courage find,
makes thank you a word precious,
hope you remind me to rock a roll,
say in next a dream you i meet,
for such sweetness a honeydale appreciat would,
hopefully heavens permit this,
to know angels need not any white horses,
to toast in a merry meeting,
golden wings a shelter,
but till the happy hour us finds,
have this my imagnational rose,
that by silver gloves be picked,
this just for you,
let it open to such dreams you wish..


@2011

Death in the Night

i watch them holding hands,
on that garden pave a walk take,
and what of those glances,
decoding a work to do,
and she unto him much a comfort,
such merry a sprint way seen,
and now the lock lips,
a tongue tie,
same way below the street lamp did,
a yester night memory,
and a deception many a calendar turn been,
and now here all lies,
a books' page torn i retrace,

and to you trusted moon,
that this pitch black part,
to this in brightness i to see,
and you stars by her side lay watch,
and you trees that i mock and laugh at,
at the misery that my heart raids,
hold it not against me,

for tonight am done with the pain,
walk to that warmth a home we share,
and i shall lay wait among velvets,
litter the walk in dark rose petals,
and i will wait untill she in slumber be,
and past a silk lingerie this butchers' i shall drive,
gag her cries till she is gone,
and that body a jerking stops,

and so woman,
to the paved lane a kiss you shared,
i will drag your cold corpse,
and hope your love finds you..


©2011

A Torn Hearts

he said,
i have walked these roads,
in the heat of the sun,
aiming to a mirage coated distance,
and i have braved the cold,
and thorns that by night bite,
and sting,
and i have seen the beauty of spring,
lillies sprout from the broken grounds,
and the sadness of death,
willows that not a root longer can anchor,
and i have heard of doves and pigeons,
a difference i barely can tell,
and so have i of sweet melodies,
that sooth,
and that that a tear bring,
but hardly i an angel seen,
a beauty,
shall i say a treasure hard to find?

and now here a chest be,
partially unearthed,
from quite a far a golden lace shines,
each a step a colour change,
shall it of silver be?
of iron?
or a carpenters' wood made?

and what inside lies?
cold pieces of broken glass?
rusty pieces of blood tainted razor?
or shall it be an air that awaits to be free?
to whizz upon my face,
up to the windy ways,

and to this thought
scared
a heart torn,
i shall away walk,
and behind won't look,
change the course that my feet a trail make,

and so off he walks,
leaving prints that turns make,
and days shall come,
and the clouds once shall open,
and these prints away be washed,
and never another reminder left...


©2011

Memories..,

down those scapes sits an old lady,
in this wretch heart's dearly missed,
her picture,
in mind vividly etched,
her wrinkled skins,
many a ages seen,
sorrow filled eyes ,
many a cries of her long gone son,
that a turn of decades a soil,
and giving up bones left,
though life to her a fire and ice rage brought,
a hope of a happy home she never lost,

and now she sits,
beside those three stones a flame burns,
watching over that soot endowed pot as it boils,
all alone,
no one her to help,
still holding to the little energy left,

in my young days her i barely understood,
why she would talk to the cow while milking,
why we ate a half loaf of bread for two weeks,
or why she would never buy me school clothes,
reasons i patches a name got,
but now time be gone,
realization i never slept hungry,
sugarless black tea and sweet potatoes,
a delicacy was,
sleep on a hide caught,
beside a calf and two goats,
the only family i knew,
stuck in seclusion,
mean eyed relatives all around,

and though forgotten the two were,
a happy times always was,
sundays and christmas she would make me brave the cold river fetched water,
and scrab me with a bar soap on a cut off polythene sack,
cover in petroleum jelly,
and into the used yet well kept garments...

memories

©2011