let these sobs
speak for the tiredness i’m feeling
let these tears
fill the emptiness i’m feeling
just let it be, let it be
eventually, the sobs, the tears
will soon tire and will finally
find their way to stop

Were I the artist,
you not the one,
to sit -

Then, what be seen,
in, literature,
is writ -

No silhouette,
no tossed up coin,

No rolls, no turns,
no heads, with tails,

Could make, this
story, fit.

The Merry And Warm Chocolate




Whose chocolate is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his chocolate a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The chocolate is merry, warm and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Ode to the Thunder



My dark thunder, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you roar, shout and run,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the stark burp gun.

Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more scary, terrorfying and strong.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the violent huang.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your frightening claws, teeth and eyes.
Thinking of your lightning teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the wrong enterprise.

Now I must away with a wary heart,
Remember my dual words whilst we're apart.

Little and cute dog


Whose dog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his dog a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The dog is little, cute and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

Alone in Darkness

the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, cold and alone are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by guilt.
all hope must surely perish.

your love is no more.
how could you leave me?
angels surround us, crying,
we have lost our light.