She shall never be alone

The granite in October
The rose beside her on the seat
Gifted by her long gone lover
Dried, fallen from her old diary
In the twilight she stares into the open road
Meandering, all over the mountain,
over looking the valley, she over looking
Losing the faith she had in love
Lost labor of love
Her lashes hold a tear drop
She doesn’t weep she said to me on the phone
I stare at her, from far while I speak to her
She is afraid to open her heart to me
Afraid she may seek refuge in me
One she rejected a long time ago
I still stand in her life
Like the pillars of a burned oil rig
Caught in a fire, off shore
But it still remains
A memory to the lives of those lost in it
Like it, I stand in her life
But she will not look towards me
I complain not, not to her, not to anyone
But I know she knows my love
I know she misses me somewhere
But I stay on as a friend
She shall not cry, and never alone
For I have know the pain of love.

tell me

And what shall I live by,
shall it be those moments I spent in uncertainty
of loving you
or shall I live amongst the memories
where I was with you
both I treasure
both better than the other
one was for you and one with
in the joy.

Idle in July

RB this one's to tell you something. Half the times I read the stuff on your site i feel like i dont need to read much of it to feel it cos i feel like i am expressing what i feel like inside. I bow to you, you are my benchmark for writing now.

This one is for you.

Idle in July
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the water on her hands, every drop
i watch them falling
splatter on to the granite seat
in the part, the tin roof overhead
where i saw her first
like some unsung poem
a serenade of life,
How it would have been mine
Demeaned by the parting
Now,
somewhere where her feet splashes
Water of the puddle
In the rains this july
Where her hunger for passion is met
And she held by her lover shall dance
In the same rain
The very one that wets the earth i smell
I stretch my hand touch those droplets
Like a madman, try to hold one
It's past, its gone, faded
My heart still aches
The thorn of memory
I let out a wail
Calling you name
The rain water covers my cry.

Explode

I float , into my own mind
dark, still and no remorse
drifting into lands of my creations
of what seemed like an unimaginative mind

like wading through a slush of my own thoughts
viscous and murky
i breathe into me but i seem dying
seem to sink deeper into the

i watch the world blur
through my eyelashes
filled in the slime of my pain
i wait laying on my back in the depths

His roof leaks

wise chinese said,wise men said
joe said and fred said
to him nothing matters
his roof leaks
the rains have shown his hope is lost
his roof leaks
the sun used to shine through, positive way out
but now the roof leaks
he couldn't fix it then
nor can he now
his patience has worn out
because his roof leaks
without money, without bread
he has battled deat by starvation countlessly
but now he is hurt
says God's indifferent
His roof leaks
he really needs an angel
and he seems like Gods' forgotten
his roof leaks
his floor wet,
no place to sleep
nowhere to curl into himself
to kill the pain of his stomach that he does
no fire place to keep him warm
the stove has given up too
his roof leak
she still watches the stars at night
God i need you today
to look at his complaints
or the measure to assist.