I write,So I don’t forget,I write,So I don’t have to remember,For I have these pagesHolding the present,The past and the future.These bits and piecesThat go missing in an ocean of words.A ripple that I don’t cause,A whirlpool that takes it all –It dissolves like salt
Ready to cut inAn empty mindThat tries to rest in peace,There always is a daily grindThat keeps you on your knees. But when you like your chore,You can’t get bored,You are working all the time,You are waddling throughEvery list you made,As they squabble and unwind.
Looking left,Thinking right,Waiting for the time of my lifeWith hours in my hourglass,Stars in my mind,I can play with the sandAll my life,And still houseThe beach in my eyes,And forbear my indulgence. Frolic with the wind,Juggle with my luck,Yet hope for youTo come down that
Hogging my space,On your face,Lives a minor inconvenience –A pimple on the shell,A little piece from hell,That only appearsWhen I think of love,For it nudges my lipsWhen I want a kiss,It gives me blood,But gives you love,For it has found a spotRight on that cheekWhere
I wake up every morning,Nauseous and knowingOf a badgering that goes rogue in my head.While the path up ahead,Twists and twinesEvery logic I have in my tread. I falter my wayWith the image of a day,That can’t seem to forget the night,For the night was
Ordinary man,Go back to your ordinary life!Did you eat today?Did you sleep as muchAs you did yesterday?Did you say those words,You said so many times,You forgot what it means now?Did you breathe enough,So much that you took life for granted?Did you play a game to
What do you hideBehind those golden eyes?It kills me insideTo not have that knowledge.So many secrets hiddenIn plain sight,Whilst here I thoughtI was a man with the key,But I stay locked outside.Unable to see The real you,As you paint a picture of trustThat I mustLearn
Here I lie, on the ground,Wallowing in, without a sound,A river of your mirth,I dive in for a rebirth,And come out a changed man,With a yearning in my throat,To call my insides out,But can’t,For you wantA time out in the quiet,Where my company is not
Picking you up,Peeling you down,Pulling your insides out,Peeking through every holeTo see everything insideThat jumps around,Where is the love?They often talk about,That lifts you upAnd smacks you down,And giggles a peal of laughter out,And makes you smileWhen you are trying to not,And you are thinking
Painted poetic,Brushed artistic,Close up of your eyes,Golden brownAnd searchingAnswers to my quests,At my behests,They dare to look into mine.Arrests my gaze,What a mazeOf loony talks!That happen when We are inches from each other,And I can’t stop myselfFrom venturing forward –My daring towardSoft edges of your