Love Unrequited

fuzzy tender affections drown and drifted,
his stature, and chiseled old oak brawn,
worn with that boyish grin he lifted
to give his politest rejection,this time;I'm torn.

when the sun had set and the dew was gone,
i sighed for thee like a unloved guest.
until the realization on me did dawn,
that 'tis not in me that thee would rest.

he knows well who does love him darling.
i wish the cold cold earth would shake him,
through the rafter's shadow i hear a calling,
but its decreed that i shall never find him.

O'Pride

O' pride
thou whose surge is in souls
let me embrace thee
and fan my inner sparks
to a full blazing fire.

O' pride
never birth arrogance within me
let me take heed
if anything be erroneous
and put perversity far behind me.

Pride matters. but why? because without it we may not overcome obstacles, reach our goals or follow our dreams.

What's the point?

What's the point
in living a lie
the sparrows fly
in the azure sky
what art thou? life..
with it's problems nigh..

turn back the time
to when i was a child
unruly and wild
with a heaving sigh..

grew up without,
turning the tide.
nothing at all....
could make me mild

no arms for me open wide
no none is on my side
i do repent and do regret
that i let myself grow untamed.

Here i am once again
discouraged and deranged
feeling the water and the pain
looking out in the rain.

Finding anything but rest,
my soul wonders and doubts
if i can ever withstand the test
and will ever find happiness

Old habits,new ones,
die hard, never some.
At times i even wish i could
leave it all behind and run.

I'm alone, all alone
all i do is mope and moan.
when past years come to mind
all i can do is look back and groan.

Dear Departed

The silence of empathy
Words spoken in a hush,
Smiles and words of pity
and gentle cheering up

Death reigns, the supreme fear
it engulfs us in a moment
spirits and hearts of terror we wear
memories of you torments...

Like a weed, after feeling
the winds of life wither away,
no more memories of making'
of your cheerfulness, it dies away.

LOVE IT IS NOT...

Love it is not but a passing fancy,
Do consider your feelings with intelligence.
True to you and myself i'd rather be
And cast out the imagined affection.

Together we will be out of tune
I cant belong to you later or soon.
For we both differ like the sun & moon
Make pretense at love, a sordid boon.

When i meet my destined paramour
Who will be my knight in shinning armor
then we will see life through together
Even if tempest round us will gather.

You will soon meet one in whom you delight,
Then dissension and trouble will never be a plight.
and you surely will not let her out of sight.
for she'll be yours to protect with all your might.

KANDY

The rowers raft across a river, like dancers
like rowers who triumphed a race

The train rumbles across the bridge. The sky
lights,dim at dusk,the jungle dressed green.

The wakeful eyes,lit;it's strangers
lifted above the horizon,above temple tooth.

The tattered jungle,shuddering appropriation
a single man's decree,robbing freedom.

No more,the city once a haven,
alleys congested,amidst a lake serene...

A plateau of great hallmarks, a heritage,
a palace, o tower of colored glass,a cemetery...

silent,where stones lie,each stone,
and indicator for a man.