Thursday, 14 February 2019

Take Me Back To My Childhood


Take be back to my childhood
When the idea of bills was distant
Like the moon,
Whereby we shone, through our parent’s benevolence

Take me back to my childhood
When the idea of fun
Was chasing butterflies, grasshoppers
And unwittingly suffocating them in containers

Take me back to my childhood
When we slept fitfully every single night
Unlike now where worry rules nights
Unless we’ve drowned them in mind altering substances

Take me back to my childhood
Where we loved and were loved unconditionally
Where the only thing we missed was food
And it never disappointed, always

Take me back to my childhood
Take these bills away from me
I want to start anew
And avoid paths that lead to bills and some people

My Heart Yearns What Your Bosom Hides


The birds will cease perching
Hearts of men will stop beating
Yet my heart will not stop yearning
What your bosom hides

Right now, the dreams fly away
Seeking your tongue
Admiring your simmering touch
Yearning more of it right now

Right now I am suspended in a reverie
Thinking about the good times
The memory etched on my skin
By your magic fingertips

Right now I am alone in vast
Lonely world,
Yet in the midst of people
Their noises drowned by your kiss

I'd Love A Woman Who Reads


I’d love a woman who reads
Books with imponderable titles
And as thick as a dictionary
So she can challenge me with words
Such as kerfuffle

I wouldn’t wonder what to gift her
And she wouldn’t wonder what to give me
Everywhere we go people say
‘that’s the book warm couple’

She would write, that’s for sure
Ain’t no woman who reads and doesn’t write
She will write pages and pages
Of her feelings when I piss her off

When we argue she is rational
Yet sublimely feminine
Because I can’t stand irrational people
 Better if she quotes her favourite author

When we break up, we gift each our journals
Full of indelible anecdotes
And then we fall in love again
Because we’ll be reading stories were characters

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