Love me O Dawn
My Love
In the moonlight I see your sparkling face
I recollect yours such a charming smile
where can anyone love so tender ever trace
except in your romance all my while
The candle light flickers tonight
all fire burns me out like a forest
But still I will keep it aright
when I think of you being so modest
Champagne we shall have so free
All will also enjoy some water of coconut
Candy will be served along with tea
For those who love to have salted peanut
Love and my heart shall rejoice

What lies beneath an angel's smile and grace?
A devil hides to plant his seed of greed,
deceiving you with words and gentle face,
the mental games he plays to make you bleed

A charlatan, the crook disguised as friend
A mastermind who'll break and crush your heart.
He plays you like a toy until the end
before he dumps you like a broken art.

He has no peace of mind like you and me,
devoid of guilt and shame that makes a man
The imp in mortal flesh he likes to be
he hides, he runs, no hope for better plan

your light’s no longer part of Earthly play
since many years, you woke beyond the cloak
my inmost centre misses every day
a smile from you, a hug, a wink, a joke

if only life could be reversed in time
I’d somehow, someway, journey back to then
to where, my son, your cosmos merged with mine
your smile, your voice and touch enjoy again

but cheating seconds, minutes, even hours
a parting yet once more would be our fate
the pain to bear anew... the moment sours
at thought of that, it does my hunger sate

A ghast|ly win|ter bug |now has| me cross
I wish| this drip| py nose| to end| its race
To ease| this brok|en tooth| and swol|len face
My fleet|ing week|end plans| derailed| is lost

A tooth| thus far| havocked| inside| my mouth
My pa|rotid| glands is swol|len eat|ing candy| that's tart
Before| I be|gin throw|ing ver|bal darts
To stop| the pain| and swell|ing ra|veging| my life

I was not born a killer
but I have known Death
as a friend
off to soldier a war with himself
as an unborn
laid to rest by his maiden
each wandering my mind hand-in-hand
In the sixty seven dark days of Barrow

I was not born a killer
but I have tasted Death
at first the shiver of vinegar
now the sweet palate of fine wine
followed by a chocolate dipped berry
each filling the belly of my soul
with a hunger for more

hallway with its barren bulb
a purse with its tourniquet
holster band
on a painted curled hooked
showing brass like
a smiling fang

We lived it up
for its worth like a bang

eating feuilletee
while the radiator sang
like angels
and the poignant
chimney vents
climbed like souls
in the crystalline
vision of a tall
single window view

a broken moon
clung to the heir
of its throne
shone white
like sandblown
stone

I write, my fingers bleed, I write some more.
A strange chartreusian charm it blends and spills.
The marks are mad as if I fuck a whore
and soon I break another lifeless quill.

But what it is I write, there lay the rub,
for I am clueless as to all this fuss.
My fingers, hand with which I write I stub
and tear the quills and drain the ink and cuss.

Blessed, what I write is in my teeming mind
if not upon the black, blood stainéd page:
of love and need beyond this life to find
and how I reek of illness and of age.

The Awkward Angle

Circumnavigation of a mind in hibernation
leads to exploration of the whole
and causes one to ponder certain reasons why we wander
the universe of yonder for our soul

there is no rhyme or reason for the sentimental treason
that blossoms every season in the heart
nor does it really matter that our dreams are born to shatter
as all our secrets scatter far apart

what trickster great this phony season fall
Demeter’s soul allures as Autumn nears
disguising, well, herself to one and all
appears and walks and sings lamenting tears

adorning young Persephone’s silk song
betraying virtues innocent to bloom
with feign’ed prophesy that’s false and wrong
deserting them, to fade and die too soon

and yet to judge her beauty I am loath
until the cold wet winds descend discord
and bring the long soft slumbering of growth
the sweet deceiver’s gifts are all adored