If men were born as womenfolk
And women born as men,
And oxen shied of bonded yoke
To plough no fields again

If blighted lands burned black with rage
Came verdant with the rain,
The world might turn another page
And there find peace again

Sauntering by the edge of a calm sea,
I thus squinted through the mirror of time,
And there, I beheld memories of us,
Ebbing like a wave to a distant clime;
Wistfully I saw our golden moments,
Ineffable moments we once relished,
Away vanishing by ragging torrents,
Yonder sea where they'll never be reached;
But, betwixt my despair I beheld clear
Shadows of my heart despite cold as frost,
In a jiffy erupted with sheer pleasure
On sojourning to our sweet golden past;

Truly true love dawns once in a life time,
And in a lover's heart ever doth chime.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
7th June 2017

Hurting by the ocean waves
  sand with blood, we all
learn to behave, when our
  curtains catch no light,
and do not prevent the
  squashing night
to give my child to another
  and to abort a fetus, who
is or was his brother,
  depending whom you ask,
of couse I wouldn't know,
  so I numb with clothes,
money, and blow.

I love you.
Not the same hollow love I felt for that boy that didn't know my name.
Not the same hard-earned love I have for my dog who holds me when I cry over you.
Not the same unwilling love I have for our father who I don't speak to anymore.
I really, truly love you.
You aren't dead, but then you are.
You're dead and dying, which I never thought was possible but now seems all too possible and I'm dying watching you die and now my existence is just filled with these broken fragments of a life that is ruined.
You're decomposing but still breathing.
I'm living my life at your funeral, as I watch the person I once knew be lowered into an endless pit in the dirt and I'm screaming but no sound can be heard.
And there's nothing I can do.
All I can manage is to turn my back and pretend I can't see the waterfall flowing from our mothers eyes, the sadness behind our sister's smile.
I pretend not to feel the all consuming emptiness that now accompanies any memory of you.
You're in all of my memories. We grew up together.
So I'll take this pill and that one and pretend that the smile on my face isn't chemically induced.
That the peaceful sleep I enjoy isn't forced.
I'll hide the bruises left on my soul every time I see a photo of you.
I am black and blue and dying.
Can't you see that you're killing me?
I am dying and you are living, even though you're dead.