So every day I wonder
Did I sign up for this?
Is this your meaning of love?
Is it how it's forever to be?
How did you end up before me?
I'm I just a queen bee?

Fancy class life
All the great things to be a wife
But shall I ever find joy?
Would I give birth to a boy?

You fail to realize the small moments
Forgetting you have opponents
Fail to give me small compliments
Can't even realize my accomplishments
Your silence is a very harsh comment

When the only thing you can see is your breath from the cold,
My trembling hand I ask you will hold.
As your skin grazes, our love starts a spark,
I'll always miss you the day after dark.

Standing on a peak
of the highest mountain,
I sigh.
Donning a white robe
with my hair unbound,
I am now a lotus
blooming atop the mire.

I see the world with no disdain;
its enigma interest me not.
What is there to witness
if I once played a part?

Wine is sweet.
Life is bitter.
I'd rather be drunk
than sober.
Time is fleeting.
Youth is but a flower.
Why live in such state
If I can be wild and untethered?

Venezia

Past midnight in a cheap hotel room.
Some night owl plays the mandolin;
endless stops and starts of elevator,
two drunks return late from the bar.

Where is my restful sans souci,
the grotto that gleams in sapphire’s
royal blue as I attempt to submerge
myself in Capri dreams?

I close my eyes, imagine stars above
Heaven’s girth and listen to Puccini’s aria
“Nessum Dorma,” ‘Tonight no one must sleep,”
to drown out the elevators’ humming.

Standing on a peak
Of the highest mountain,
I sigh.
What enigma is there to witness
If I once played a part?

Donning a white robe with a hair unbound,
I am now a blooming lotus atop the mire.
I see the world with no disdain;
Its enigma interests me not.

Wine is sweet. Life is bitter.
I'd rather be drunk than sober.
Time is fleeting. Youth is but a flower.
Why live in such condition
If I can be wild and untethered?

Very long, long, love
and
coupled with lust
no one can do without either
you also specify
a dagger and pit
are miles apart
yes till they join
the eventuality of all
love and lust
culmination

well done Lover poet
you come first
lust only follows
like I do

shall love to know
what comes first
love or lust
to many it's
lust love another
to some love then lust
becomes must

Panicking,
struggling,
choking,
drowning.

Yielding to fear,
engulfed by water,
lungs screaming for air.
Where is my savior?

One cruel prank,
haunting me for a lifetime.
Thirty years have passed,
still I'm restless in the night.

Shatter thy ceiling
Escape through the starry night
Drown in dreams within

You will never see him cry
You will just assume he tries
He was called smart because of his head.
the boy you thought was alive is dead.

He cloaks himself in broken sleeves,
So everyone that loves him leaves.
They say to never give a poet a pen,
so he stopped writing 'that' note in tense of ten.

He's full of retching pain at heart,
So he turns it into a piece of art.
He sits alone in suffering silence,
but sometimes quiet can turn into violence.

it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
a choice to visit a nearby cemetery with friend
sadly a few attended
there was a crypt in a center of the grounds

Darkened black tombstones all around us
you could hear a pin drop
we brought along much alcohol to quench our taste
through the duration of our time spent we stared into space