Love

The prerogative of the peccadillo.
The alternative alter ego.
The tangential poet.
The obtuse prose.
The silent bard.
The lonely heart.
The single couple.
The rich beggar.
The dry winter.
The cold summer.
The deep mountains.
The selfish hero.
The anti hero.
The open plot.
The starving glut.
A prim slut.
A simple god.
The unknown masterpiece.
: That is love.

Inside the blinds

When the blinds are drawn,
Seldom do we look out,
Love within takes a darker hue,
We expect less than is our due.
Love expects not but feelings do,
Of whispered nothings we will talk not,
Nor does candy bear much ado.
Let love be simple,
When life be not so,
Lest we forget the joys of simple,
A moment has been bought with pain,
Let it not be undone in disdain.
Life favors not love,
But love eternal is a quest,
Fear not losing,
For the joys lay in the pain.

God

I found god in the rain,
He blesses not my ken,
Nor did he bless my life,
Nor did he relieve my pain.
One word he did tell,
Write it down he said,
Lest you forget the rain.

Solitude

A blade of grass is never lonely,
Nor are the drops of rain that nourish,
Nor are the stones that tumble down,
Nor the mountain that let it go.
The little lamb is never lonely,
For after its mam it has a herd,
Nor is the shepherd lonely,
For he has his hearth.
So never is the moon lonely,
For it has the sky as its shelter,
For though my moon be dark towards the sky,
The sky always is brighter with her.

And this day I live

There somewhere is all i know
What who why answer slow
Damn all those who ask
In dark such feelings grow.
And this day I live,To die another day.
There someone is all i care,
A night and emotions bare.
But the flowers adorn my hell,
The devils luck do I share.
And this day I live,To die another day.
This day lives for another day,
Somewhere there's another way,
The hand of lucifer they say,
In dark will those moments stay.
And this day I live,To die another day.

To death

Death my fickle mistress!
Where art thou.
For long have I searched your bosom,
And yet to kiss that hem.
Your glimpses are of bliss,
Dreams of the cold embrace.
Cold I do not mind,
Warmth was never for me.
I have sung this song for long,
I am tired of my nights.
Little smiles are me,
Those smiles I find not anymore.
Duties are never done,
Mirages always leave unsung.
What little I have seen,
You my lady, why art thou afraid of me.
Needs I beckon thee with deeds,
Or will a flint beckon thee.
I have no plans of living with you,
Your dominion either holds no glee.
Touch me once and forget,
Wither me inside and I may care not.
My lady intimate
When thou nurtured a kid,
What grouse thou hast against me.

A smile

Wish a smile.
A million stars there be,
But be one moon in me.
What price be a smile,
A lie even tell it to me.
Hook a nose, cringe that head,
Forget the night,
Wish a smile to me.