The Fires of passion

Should all that I have known change
Bring to dust all my dreams
I should rest in peace knowing
There was passion in knowing you

 If evil should I be called
And shalt be declared a lustful beast
My soul shall not seek shelter
From the name calling ever

In the fire of passion for you
My heart was warm, my soul burnt bright
And to those who know not love
Need to agree with me

That love shall die, a slow cold death
Without the fire of passion
And from its fires I forged the blade of love
And stabbed my heart for thee

If you shalt visit my grave
Touch the earth where I lie
Don't say a word, for they don't mean a thing
Just stand there, where this lover lays.

The three of us.

We share the same room, me and death

Discussing the state of my ailing friend

“Would you mind if I take him along “ asks death

“I would, should I not?” I ask

“He is my friend, a companion of times long

“Some happy, most worst, when I would hail out to him

“He would rush to my calling

“Why should I let you take him now?” I argue

“A great friend he is, I no doubt agree.

And miss him you shall, I must agree

But I am your friend too, you should see

I was here since eternity

All that is born shall one day leave

When it is time, they come to me” says death.

“Since you call me a friend death, please favour me

Let him live again, please let him be

And I shall take his place, and come with you

And see him live, a few more years

So that I know he has lived a full life

Hear my please, please acknowledge this plea

Let him be, please let him be “ I beg

“I accept this only if you answer,

A question as twisted as life itself

And when you answer I shall ask

If you still want to let him be” said death

“I shall take you, and let him live

But he shall be ailing till he dies,

His body has outlived his chartered time

And since you took his place, lone he shall be

No one to look at him and say it will be better

He shall then be forced to live in misery

Ailing being better than misery

So my earnest friend what shall it be?

A life of his misery for him,

Or shall you keep his thoughts in your heart

And warm it each time you think of him? “ Death asks.

“Take him with you, let me cry

And then grow out of it knowing he shall be in a better place

Away from his ailing, away from his pain

Into the arms of the universe, I shall look up, into the stars, smile at them

Knowing he would miss me as I would

When I die, I shall die happy

Knowing I shall meet him, amongst the creation” I pray.

My dear Cocoma

She would walk, gallop like a pony follow me as a tail, everywher i walked and if i looked at her she would look back wag her tail, as me to lift her up to me we had named her so many things every 5 minutes of my life she would get a new name She would respond to every call fight for her space between my feet to sleep she would put me to sleep on the restless of nights she would stop me from waking up early Each time i would get ready to go to work she would hate it Days have gone by when we would sleep all day with her at my right chest the left occupied by my wife She was so alive I would always ask her "Why are you so cute?" She finally answered it yesterday She was so cute because she was me And Whne i buried her, i buried myself I put a picture of me beside her body So that if she wakes up from a nightmare in her eternal sleep She would look at my picture and sleep Knowing that I care for her And that I am with her Forever. We slept at 10 last night I woke up at 5 Am, awakened by the cries of her father An old 16 year old frail dog , that is unable to walk He still searched limping on the three ones that work Its not even a day since she parted but the day feels like a year already

I live on

i could have been dead once
into oblivion, lost to decay
No hand would have stretched out
none could warm this soul
Yet I survived, a curse, to live
witness the world
watch it turn the knife in my soul
gentle, hurting me yet keeping me alive
such is an existence, one i could abhor
Even death mocks me
if i should ever rise
i have my own ones to bring me to my knees
to cry, the tears are gone
to bleed , there is nothing left in the heart
to escape, there is no hope in my soul
to win, god didn't write me that fate
i await, in my prison
just to writhe in pain, whimper in the night
beg for an end
yet i live on

Forego

Tread amongst the rustling leaves
hear her walking amongst
a youth, nothing to care about
I just wonder at her passing
like the gentle touch of bombax
floating in the summer breeze
like the boats that the children float
beside the pond, in the stream
if to confront her , I ask myself
and if not then she will never know
but if she knew what this heart felt
would she cast a gentle glance
such a risk is too great to take
and since it may be a mistake
To forego her just passing every now and then
I stand there at my porch to catch a glimpse

Exiting Rosemont.

I am at the crossroads again
Like the past the choice is made
One end goes to my road to be rode
The other that the mind wants to hold
Twenty years ago almost
I had the choice made for me
It’s been made for me again this time
And again I am compelled to choose otherwise
On one side is my world where I can be free
Far from the devices that tie me
The other a routine
Just another frame for my existence
This side loneliness, unknown and pain
And the journey I take is to the light
A thing of joy to most souls
But happiness is what I abhor
Will this be a homecoming?
Or will it be a walk where I leave my self behind
I still can feel the 5th of December
The day my I felt at home in Rosemont.

Farthest

When I stopped to compare
Your absence and the skies above
The distance seemed to be insignificant
And found the sky touching my feet.

So I thought to compare
The sun and the earth that stands great
And I could just blink and touch the sun
Compared to missing you here

So I thought of the heavens
How further is god, since he is unseen?
I feel in heaven when I hear you speak
Maybe that distance is still short then

So I found it hard to compare
The sky, the sun, heaven seemed nothing
For I could go the distance bare feet
Just to see that you are smiling.

If the woe that I hide shall unravel
And you see this heart bleed, just look away
Like you always did, and pray to be forgiven
Walk along like you are in your world
And If you shall wait to see, close your eyes
Watch me writhe in agony
Ignore me, walk on
Like you were blind
If you stop to ask
Why does this heart bleed, touch yours
Ask yours, what you are to me
You shall know that my soul is second to loving you