I couldn't tell my minds yet
Maybe I am not perfect,
I keep you in my little heart,
but I am a failed poet!

I have found the moonlight
on your happy face first,
I am always ready to fight
for you my sweetheart.

I would be a romantic cricket
and sing for you tonight
to make your dreams sweet,
Then you will feel me, I bet.

I have not been on for a while .
I have a crushed disc pressing against my spine.
Once that is taken care of I shall return.

Love my poetry and love my pain.
What a shame it is that they all can relate

i'm here
at the side
waiting for you
always
because that's all i can do

Deep in the tanglements
down ancient paths
Psalms of the poet
reach into the heart
spreading their seed
into the now of today
songs of the poets
entangled in love.

one weaves, another spins
while always, at last
silence calls them home.

Her fingers prance around
        the bloodied strings.
    She keeps a grin plastered on her face;
the moist in her eyes gives her away.
      The air vibrates when she releases her voice –
                                              angelic whispers
  with tales of underlying suicide.
           He looked at the sky
                      and its chocolate shade;
spun around her playing, and blinked away tears.
                Death didn’t cry
    but staring in her lifeless eyes
                            made him feel
     such sadness he hadn’t felt in a long time.

'Vaccine' cries the infirm, the old, the sick
come to save us from each other.