I'm longing the quiet, the sturdy gushing,
I'm longing the everlasting joy,
I'm longing the soft embrace of pain,
I'm longing a peace injected chaos,
I'm longing the flamboyance of hope,
I'm longing the screams of voiceless voids,
I'm longing a ruin that grew with time,
I'm longing the lingering past,
I'm longing the devious atrocities,
I'm longing the saccharine scars,
I'm longing perhaps by madness bound,
Longing the brace I once called home…

Where be you my raconteur..?
Mirthless jousts await thy frivolous feel..!
Where be you my Mozart blue..?
Mockery crave thy humming hue..!
Where be you my Victorian bloke..?
I search thee across amuck..!
Where be you my gentle sire..?
Thy lady traces the hollow sphere..!
Where be you my balmy Twain..?
Write to me, how thou disdain..!
Where be you my eerie Eliot..?
Voids echo thy departing notes..!

I be here as thine as thou mine…

I am famed by celestial love,
Disdained by mortal affection...

Peace resides, solace sheaths,
Love endures the hope time weeds,
Their adobe exists in a time long extinct,
Long left the living, long departed the dead..

Theirs was an inexplicable love,
A ruthless passion, an undaunted vow,
A hindered Union, an unsung sonnet,
A bit too often a lingering lament..

Hear! See! The valiant approach!
Hear! See! The sea scorch!
Hear the gushing waves sedate!
Hear the mighty shore reciprocate!

All thy fury, passion, vigour,
A veil! An apt veneer!
Hear! The ocean hide an ache!
Hear! The shore quiver and break!

O! They meet how often a day!
Alas! How soon they part away!
Every moment a fading memoir!
Every memoir an awaiting adore!

The Ocean lets loose it's brace!
The shore holds but a brief embrace!
Watch the lovers’ timed waltz!
Having it all yet having nothing at all….

A humane heart, a treacherous mind,
Sinned wit, humour entwined,
Fancy a glass? A goblet? A barrel?
Or shackled pigs singing last carol?
Black, white, brown, red,
Tender meat how we all crave,
Born of hate, born of disgust,
A vicious hunger, vengeful lust,
Stomp! Slash! Smash! Hush!
Hear the butchers’ skilled mush,
Hear the hope of hymn fade!
Hear the men jest and wade!
Hear blind men slay men!

The son returned,
Not a crack of remorse,
The mother hugged and erased,
The woman choked and fettered ….

You wonder why I dwell in the dark,
You wonder why I never call back,
You wonder why I be a lost sane,
I wonder if I’ll ever see you again,

Evading the city flare,
Evading to the mellow lair,
Evading the caramelised routine,
Evading a contagious whine,

A thing of pity, years and hence,
A sweet  obsession, that only commence,
You wonder if I have lost every sense,
I wonder if I ever made any sense,

You wonder why I invest so much,
You wonder why I run on loss,
You wonder what became of us,
I wonder if it's fantasy or lust,

Come! Come! Sure let's reshape our maps,
What has been and maybe perhaps,
Swoosh! Whoosh! Be undone and done!
How awfully convenient, is it not, hon?!

Exuberant creatures they flatter me often,
Those lofty lot, enticing I find none,
Sure I shall allow an unbiased  trial!
Sheath the heart, her eyes a biased thrill!

Never mention my poached heart,
And we'll get along just fine, love,
And be forever entwined,
In that same old fairytale, concubine!

You wonder why I am a repugnant aristocrat,
You wonder why I am a narcissist in grave dearth,
You wonder why I am a deception to change,
I wonder how passionately I was never your gain...

Of course I am not an island of my own,
Of course I am but a mere fraction of the whole,
Oh! Tempting balms! they embrace me so,
Quite the way you wrapped me Cozy, long ago,

You wonder why I am stuck in a rut,
You wonder why I choose not to be smart,
You wonder why I wait without disgust,
I wonder where my rescue boat is lost….

You wonder why I let the years fly by,
You wonder why I live in the bygone and deny,
You wonder why I never forget your voice,
You wonder why I keep every memory alive,

I wonder if I'll ever see you again,
I wonder if it will all be the same.....

The shadows of the past grow,
A fleeting time engulfs all,
Lock away! Tis a ghastly thief !
Mere Humans, O! Travellers blind !
Hear the treachery unbind!
A cunning hand conspires,
Where the despondent lunatics thrive,
Lost human, lost all,
Hear ye the cynic call,
Hear ye the mighty fall,
Hear ye the shatter of pride,
Hear ye the poison reside,
Hear ye the voice of treason,
Awake ! O ! Naïve beasts !
Awake ! Awake ! Awake !

I followed the shadows of the past,
I followed the silent screams,
I followed the murmur of malice,
I followed the tickle of peace,
I followed a familiar scent,
I followed the farewell nite bade,
I followed the promising kiss of dawn,
I followed the gentle caress of the bygone,
I followed a fading memoir,
I followed a vicious meander,
I followed the imprints hope left,
I followed the haunt of the undead,
I followed an illusion back to me.....

You appeal to the human me
While you ravage me
With inhumanity…

Sometimes it's about the peace,
Sometimes it's the need for space,
Sometimes it's a breath of fresh air,
Sometimes it's just the ruminant memoirs
And a dying call of the glittering past……

Only the perfect of illusions
harbour a rhythmic convergence of
peace, happiness and content..

So how are you holding up?
The decaying chatter by the coffee shop,
The fragile fleshy décor dolls,
The long forgotten scented lull,

So how are you holding up?
The bloke who learned to gulp,
The tears that grew, unborn,
That well perfected summer shawl,

So how are you holding up?
The wrinkled abandoned love,
The ears that await son’s hum,
Across oceans, across heavenly calms,

So how are you holding up?
The flickering light on the street across,
The lad who learnt to scream and dub,
A much too much needed undone?

So how are you holding up?
The ones too tough to glide and quake,
Broken seraphim’s cradled heartache ,
Fettered beings unheard,unquestioned!

So how are you holding up?
Glistening eyes keeping this song,
Vanquished warriors done and undone,
Slain and reborn by dawn,

So how are u holding up?
Thought I'd ask to me and us,
Woe, worry, atrocious treachery,
Condemned, entwined are we not?

So how are you holding up?
Thought I'd share in the red huff,
Thought I'd comfort, care and surrender,
If we are all alone, are we not together?

Ah ! The peaceful blanket of death !!
How alluring can you be?!
Ah ! The fatal omen of chaos !!
How benevolent can you be?!
Ah! The gruesome slit that grows within !!
How satiric can you be ?!

Terracotta heart baked to finesse
Terracotta heart made of all things fresh,
Terracotta heart a juvenile delinquent,
Terracotta heart born a ****** quaint,

Braised in warmth, seared in passion,
Sautéed in a cruel satiric humour,
Garnished red, to a near perfection,
Served scorching hot or a blue surrender,

Terracotta heart an agile quill,
Terracotta heart as strong as the will,
Achille's heel ageing to extinction,
Alas! Never mend this fatal habitation,

How often a day by vows endowed,
How loftily by lust ensnared,
Barmy Merchants’ failed affair,
Quit here or quietly endure,

Terracotta heart chasing fleeting dews,
Terracotta heart braving the brutal rues,
Terracotta heart, a broken souvenir,
Dare gently cater or beware,

Terracotta heart a nomad of time,
Terracotta heart an unholy shrine,
Terracotta heart baked to imperfection,
Terracotta heart never braised in affection,

Terracotta heart scattered never dead..
Terracotta heart never learned to love…

O! It's a boy !
The dull halls echoed a war triumph,
A prize Turkey, worshiped flesh,
It's just a vase, let go! They said,
Let go! Let go ! Let go ! Let go !
Alas ! How the monster they let grow!
A mild jest, a harmless conquest,
Once, twice, thrice,
And the many more times,
Then came the woman, naïve, ensnared!
Voiceless screams was all that inferred…

I lost my heart to beguile words,
My mind to the gentle strokes of my quill,
I am not poisoned by sleep, I am cradled by love tonight,
What if I am not sleepy tonight?
What if I am a little insomniac?
What if I wish for sadness tonight?
And exist as an intricate dome of gloom?
What if I am euphoric at midnight?
A little high on childish rhymes?
What if I am a creature of the night?
Seduced by the dark, shunned by light,
What if I caress withered parchment tonight?
What if I choose the wrinkles of papyrus tonight?
Over the sculpted contours of a Greek god,
What if I am a little barmy tonight?
Drenching in a sea of lost words,
What if I wish to be a nomad tonight?
Ageing tirelessly in the Victorian era,
What if I am not sleepy tonight?
Would you change this usual trend?
Or let me be lost in sleeplessness?..

What right have you
to build walls
that cage me
When you breached mine
to set me free...?

She meditated long at the red satin,
Determined, settled for a slender leather corset,
Her contours defined her..