The Forgotten Ruins

The forgotten ruins mold themselves to life

Forming a haunted house of memories

Bringing to naught the moments once cherished

Backed by a juvenile notion that it’d be for eternity

Yes, eternities often end on Mondays

With texts preceding the alarm

Just to ensure the day starts

In a remarkably dishonorable way

The heart still asks questions

Was there a better way it would have loved?

Was there a better way it would miss its beats?

Was there any, other than this it knows to date?

In the end life gives choices

And the heart picks the best on the table

Perhaps the path trodden before

Ceased bringing awe to the beholder

I Am No Hero

My days are now darker and starker,

I am bereft with reasons to live

But then I am bereft of energy to die

To die an honourable death

What can I do with my bad habits?

What can I do with my alcohol?

What can I do with these dreams?

What do people do when the no longer have energy?

I wish the sun would wait in the sky 

Wait for me to live some of these dreams

Dreams that gnaw my conscience

So much that it often feels there’s no time

I am no longer the hero of my own life

The heroes in me are my demons

Demons that speak a familiar language

A language that says give up right now

I have given up a thousand times

Yet the people in my life cheer me on

And I go on, as if everything is normal

Save for fire and brimstone burning me away

A dream a time

She Can No Longer Hide Tears

She can no longer hide her tears

She’s been strong for too long

She is crying out for a hero

A hero to right the many wrongs

She’s been her own hero

Tumbling, falling, crawling

But she’s moved ahead

Today, her sky is falling

The tears have broken its banks

 They are flowing out

She can longer hold them within

They are flowing out

Sorry Blame It On Me

Suspended in a mournful reverie

In your mind sounds as eerie

As the helpless cries of a dearly beloved

Drowning, and you are just as helpless

Because it would mean dying with the beloved

But you aren’t done with this world

When it comes to that, blame me

The world crushed me when I tried to be

Like twin towers, my dreams crumbled

Things I should have done, I didn’t

Habits I should have discarded I embraced

And now I am a relic of a man, an empty barrel

Life’s become tortuous

The nights seem longer than they used to be

And the days too, stretch to near infinity

What am I supposed to do?

Tell me, what am I supposed to do?

In a world that judges a man by material things?

I am not where I am supposed to be

At least my conscience is clear about that

I am living below my potential

Slaving day and night

Slaving for thoughts and dreams

Dreams that seem to jeer at me, at my pains

Close the Door

Let my fingers explore

The secret pores on your skin

The pores that hold honey

Consumed only by the fire

Lit by our bodies close together

  

Close the door

Soar with me to cloudless chambers

Chambers we store secrets

Away from the prying eyes of human mongrel

Chambers where we communicate in silent whispers

Open the doors of your soul

Bare the fantasies; dark and twisted

I will swim in them

With a fervent desire to lose my soul

Because yours will find mine

And we’ll sing happily ever afters

In our cloudless chambers

Blameless Soles

And your blameless soles graced my heart

Leaving prints that always lead me to you

To the shores where waves sing your name

And the sands mount a guard of honor

You smile embraces the simple indignities of time

And longings sprout around your soul

Drawing ever to you in an enchanting dance

A dance of immortals

It’s been long, time seems so ancient

As distant as days when our ancestors

Watched the sun to tell the time

And you’ve stolen it, hoarded in your eyes 

I Woke Up From a Dreary Dream

I woke from a dream
It was about you - about us
The still night was a perfect witness
The mournful moon sang a dirge
Of lost companions
Just like I, lost in a dream
A dream that was once perfect
Because it had you in it
For I could feel you beside me every night
And every morning
I woke up to a perfect dream
The echo of your heart ringing
The reflection of your smiling face gleaming
And the clock, gobsmacked
Stopped to watch eternity pass by

But you are not here
You will never be here again
I am too proud to apologize to you
To apologize for the little imperfections of mine
Too proud to admit my addictions
Too proud to admit that you are are the only one
I ever truly loved
And perhaps the last
Because I am scared of beginnings
And perhaps even ends
Because I don't know if I'll ever get over you