Month: October 2017

Move in and live with me, said he.
My parents won’t agree, said she,
they will say it’s not for me
and I would rather marry.

But we might wed and not agree,
that could lead to divorce, said he,
and this way you will easy see
I’m not Tom, Dick or Harry.

Look, said she, quite honestly
though you’re a special man to me,
it’s something that can never be
unless your name I carry.

You’re something of a pest, said he,
I know what works the best for me.
So if it’s marriage and monogamy
then I’ll no longer tarry!

this day room holds no charm
here’s where they vegetate
I just have to remind myself
she’ll never share my fears

outside I’m cool and calm
inside I shrink and wait
I just have to remind myself
she’ll never find lost years

today she clawed my arm
with such a look of hate
I just have to remind myself
she cannot feel my tears

 

 

In each and every corner lies
the blood of cruelty
while human kind ignoring cries
allows inequity.

From palaces and parliaments
despots seek their way
while using gods to justify
they care not who they slay.

Wreaking terror in their path
some bomb to kill and maim
while others have no need for guns
oppression is their game.

For centuries the multitudes
have toiled their days ’til death 
in poverty and ignorance,
their lives mere taking breath.

But modern man cannot excuse
indifference to cries
for those who live life in distress
are there before our eyes.

Inside our homes come fictions foul
desensitising soul,
accepting real atrocities
becomes part of our whole.

Most leaders, it is sad but true,
care little what is more,
and believing their own rhetoric
do nothing and ignore. 

it bellows forth and tugs her hair
she falters on the muddy track
its fury howling through the air
sheer terror stops her turning back

she falters on the muddy track
the black wind hides which way to go
sheer terror stops her turning back
she hears waves crashing far below

the black wind hides which way to go
no moon, no light of any kind
she hears waves crashing far below
and now must walk as if she’s blind

no moon no light of any kind
she weeps to be in such a place
and now must walk as if she’s blind
rain lashing harsh across her face

she weeps to be in such a place
no friendly sound or call or bark
rain lashing harsh across her face
hands clawing in the whirling dark

no friendly sound or call or bark
its fury howling through the air
hands clawing in the whirling dark
it bellows forth and tugs her hair

why say fifty words
when forty will be missed
why write pages
why not extract the gist?

why write fifty words
when even less might tell
something that you want to say
– just as well?

 

 

since we parted ways
how to pass the days
no-one can explain
how to stand the pain

each day, each night,
each minute
don’t want even to begin it

dreamless would be better
since I received your letter
but I dream of you instead
no rest for me in bed

each day, each night,
each second
since another woman beckoned

hours filled with pain
driving me insane
just limping through the days
since we parted ways