How Am I Supposed To Leave Without You

I don’t want to know the price of wandering

As long as I am wandering with you

Tell me,

How am I supposed to leave without you

The vast desert of questions

Loneliness, the depth of oceans

Will be all I have in your absence

And nothing to look forward to

If you leave, I’ll leave with you

Like your shadow, I’ll always be next to you,

For every single day the sun shines

For I don’t know how to live without you

The Edge Of Tomorrow

The glittering night seeks your bosom

The dreamy stars drool at your glimpse

Embrace the dreams out of my heart

Listen to the murmurs filled with agitation

Arouse the moon out of its slumber

Stab it in the chest and rob its splendor

Wear it on your head like a crown

Because you are the queen of the night

Move lithely in the thorns of my heart

Ask me not why they grew there

Charm them to their own deaths

Because that’s where your home is

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