evening dawns

and so i sat below at thatch,
and watched the sun fall,
a war waged by a swam of sad stars,
and the foot thumping,
hand swinging creatures saw it not,
all in their own merry made,
none a pale face had,
and be it like the shell sadness in they hide,
the lone sun down did cascade,
to that horizon,
ages gone but still a home provides,
and she closes her eyes,
to the crosses and ploughs made,

the guilty song

had to say goodbye,
take that boat down the river,
a dream to sail away,
a bottle of whisky,
and a country lime,
the only true friends,
they said am running,
and am going to run 'till the feet are scarred,
and all that is true,
my heart will tell it too,
happens to be the only race,
of a convicts' soul,
and so i sing while i row,
rowing rowing down,
to the sunset sky,
humming to the guilty song,
never going back to that shack again,
mind made the choice,
that invites no bargain,

valentine fate

sadness grinds with me,
down to the pools of tanned waters,
and i can never tell why such in me embed,
could the clue lie in the wake of her smile?
or in the coldness of her heart?
left to drown down tots,
whisky lullabies oozing from the jukebox,
all that warmth now gone,
walk in green gardens now a forgoten venture,
now a stuffy bar,
stained glasses for the lips,
hard liqour for the throat,
and all that smoke for the lungs

in day break she shall remember,
valentine was tragic,

Painful Goodbye

fade away my weak bones,
let that flesh fall apart,
for these shackles for long been a load,
laden with pity and pain,
pale eyes and distraught thoughts,
been cold yet a hells' fire fury rages,
none to warm none to heat,
now i throw all in,
the last energy i got to tap out,
for hope that i had is gone,
time to rest,
i will have to.

©2011

Paratela

what if i wrote of a whore,
that used creature in kinkies,
red lips and flashy heels,
laced with perfumes and erotic smiles,
standing there at the corner street,
that feels no change in seasons?
many would read it,
lost in their own fantasies,
of strip poles,
and drive by motels,

but i won't...

©2011

Farewell...Lady!

am clouded in sadness,
my heart had barely healed,
now another scar it has to carry,
my head can barely stand tall,
afraid of the pity all over scribbed,
these eyes i struggle to keep open,
silent prayers said from a soul within,
scared of this river that awaits to spring...

yes i was stupid,
to realize that only you was meant for me,
but my stupidity didn't call for such a farewell,
now i barely have a home,
all but a wreck and dump,
broken china,
torn seats,
turned tables,
sorry a word of the state,

what had you against my shoes,
was that you hated them?
why had you to burn my treasured suits?
now grandpa in his death bed can not sleep,
a heartache you have left,

but i will heal,
this is but a passing wave,
you hit my shores,
but i shall take the pains,
and walk on...

©2011

The Gambler

his fate lies sealed in a deck of sleeping cards,
a circular trunk,
little fructured stools that sadly stare,
and that lonely cloud of smoke,
that alone hangs above,

and he knows the drill,
such be his loyalty unquestioned,
a long friend to these dens,
a chamber sitting never missed,

he knows when to light the cigar,
and when to put that filter off,
he knows when to kiss his beer,
and when to put on that screwed smile,

no prayers made,
just wishes to night lady luck,
and so the cards are given,
in search of the winning hand,
no maths class needed,
but a cunning mind,
that dances behind fear,
too much at stake,

in loss and in victory,
the gambler makes a vow..

©2011

The Chance You Didn't Bank

she wouldn't love me,
for not even a penny had i,
took off to the ferraris and maseratis,
to white skins and curly hairs,
said she wanted to feel the sand in cape,
dine in modena
while she wined under the rewind of the Targa Florio...

...now she begs me,
jamming my answering machine
her 'please call me back please' barely heard,
a thousand less one today she has left,

sad ,girl said my steps were slow,
done with the flight an elevator now i take,
hey,girl,never heard the tale?
it was of a first step that a long journey did start...

jam my cell wont drive me mad,
scream my name and i wont look back,
that was a chance you never banked...

©2011

Ugly Beauty

and sure she had the walk,
could tell she had a brain for maths
by each step she made,
a stride in calculation,
yet she was devoid of much,
but not the gucci and versace,
nor the prada and gabana...

in her natural state a complete wreck,
extreme makeover would barely help,
but all that she lacked in beauty...
....she had it replaced in style,
so the buck said..


©2011

Blunt News

speakers booming,
a lady voice now a news reads,
husband and wife caught selling mary j,
office?
their house they say,
and you put that fairy smile,
on the day you get stoned,
they a news on blunt read,
close thy eyes,
and sail away,
them read,
one caught,
always another peddlar around the street,
always another blunt for all..

©2011

Dear...

dear,
for long this i have hid,
a feeling too strong that i feel,
a warmness unlike any other,
a feeling that comfort in words spear,
in valleys of trial,
and those hills of temptation,
a feeling of which many a soul a white flag raise,
calms the stormy waters,
whatever the depth,
and what be this my dear,
but a love so true...


©2011

A Woman

Give her a boquet,
those cemetry stolen roses in royal ribbons tied,
and your heart in village hand-wood-box made,
and she shall stride for the death scented flowers,
and leave a treasure rarely found,
for that be a woman..


©2011

Beauty in a Fog

in the early morning chill,
in a hour engulfed in fog,
this beauty by me pass,
through the wetted path,
that lie a victim of an evening
pour,
these my brightened eyes she
barely can see,
her glance dissuaded by this tan
from birth endowed,
and so she walks through the
mud,
away into the sucking fog,
not once a glance behind thrown,
left in fantasy,
thoughts of that flowing natural
hairs,
that dances in the morning wind,
fading away..

©2011

Dear Rain

dear rain that falls ,
see these pale eyes?
see the pain in them runs?
torn eyelids,
many a struggle blows taken,

let your drops splatter on these
brows,
let that cold feel rush down these
lonely cheeks,
drench this pity filled soul,
not a single tear be left salted,
falling waters,
take this helpless body to its
knees,
drown these sorrowful groans,
take away this loners' gloom,
wash the sadness that fogs this
soul,
drain it away into the gulleys
hold..

©2011

Warmth of a Cold Heart

ever seen a sun ray cut through the mist?
ever seen a mirage dance on a rainy day?
ever seen a rainbow after a sand storm?
ever seen a pauper with a queen dine?
i have,
i have seen lillies make love to roses,
i have seen slaves rise above kings,
an empire crumble to an ants march,
seen flakes fall on a summer eve,
i have felt the warmth of a cold heart,
felt the death of hunger on a piece of stale bread,
and to this the joy of a falling tear,
that all the pain away drains,
and goodness did grant this lonely soul,
that of love never had,
untamed,
a charriot on a broken wheel,

take my sight and see my side,
to those slopes behind lie,
to the streams down flow,
a world to which i fall..

©2011