AS LONG AS MY AMBITIONS HOLD YOU

The world looks                                                                                                                                          beautiful from below

Cloudless starry nights such a delight

Which we can watch and talk about dreams

And what holds our ambitions tight

Partly, mine is to rise to the zenith

Dine with the movers and shakers

But it will take time to get there

Rise with you, and probably meet the makers

But how long will you stick by me

How long will my ambitions hold you?

Before you bolt for the proverbial greener pastures

How long will you find my love true?

As long as my ambitions hold you

We could starve and you might like it

We walk not because its healthy, we have to

For at the end there’ll be something sweet

PATIENCE FOR LIQUOR

There’s too much to worry

And a lot to be sorry

Hand me a bottle of patience please

Let the bottle top escape with a pop

More like an amen to damned hope

Let’s toast to a glass of patience please

I am gonna stagger home tonight

Drunk AF, every shitty thing is a delight

What potent drink did I consume? Patience please

THE PHONE CALL

She sounded cold; detached and distant

Between odd stars and light transfixed

Ponders I, with a tinge of care and regret

For in today’s world heroes are few

And I am many

She sounded cold and aloof, unemotional

Like someone was prodding her breasts

Her mind unwilling, her body yielding

And she struggles to balance the battles

Without betraying the background in her voice

I fumbled for words through the call

Unsure what to say to her troubled brittle soul

Seemingly beckoning sympathy

I struggled but my coldness wouldn’t allow me

I accepted long ago, I am no hero

She hangs up almost too quickly without byes

Just the way I wanted it, the way I always loved

It fills the space and time between us

I am accorded precious time to indulged in vanities

And write letters to ghosts that have stopped visiting