A castaway in the island of failed loves, my heart
moved in jungle pathways, lived alone in caves,
I sold it to a courtesan who courted it steadfast
never had I felt such an ease in my days dark.
Love is a clandestine merchandise in market places
by lovers, men and women of charm and magic
mixing power and allure, when the price is just right.

The street of our evenings was full of laughter,
my love life there saw many sunny seasons.
We walked hand in hand and my sweetheart was eager
to please me as my heart was full of  love's languor
the meaning of love was still obscure for me and her,
though we thought it was nothing but love, that
kept throbbing in our every vein, it really mattered.

To the tune of Blue Danube, we would wildly waltz,
the sad thought it brought, made me weep inside.
if the world is so wicked let's die together,
and I see her dance away totally inebriated
footsteps sounded near, we lost  true interest
pain was chasing us, all the way from behind,
we were disillusioned, love slowly got drifted
gently  dissipated breaking our hearts.

As I cross the corner of the street alone,
with my heart bleeding, often the girl for the day in tow,
I feel the pang of a heart, seeking my love waiting
the courtesan who kept watching me, her glassy eyes moist,
all these days of wandering, eventually our eyes met.

I sold my heart to the lonely courtesan, she wept, received it.

A simple melody, a yellow rose
A forgotten tragedy, my sweetest repose

A ****** trail, snow white sails
The end of all travail, my sweetest repose

A gentle brook, the sweet warm air
A good old book, my sweetest repose

A grain of sand, a giant oak
The touch of your hand, my sweetest repose

A drop of dew, the evening hue
A day with you, just to name a few
You're my sweetest repose

sorry,
i cannot save you.

i can barely save myself.

Love is
hard, but
the loss
of love, is
hardest on the heart...

I am but one rain drop up in the
cloudy sky, ready to fall all the way
down, I rest in the clouds watching
below the sights I see from up above
are enough to evaporate me in
one go from here.

I drift over the sea, friends in the
big blue I see so many traveling till
it is there time to evaporate and
be one with the clouds once again.

I float over many places, sights I
do see, the things that scurry
underneath me so many things
does a rain drop get to see.

I feel it is my time to go to that place
below, as I release it starts to go cold,
I freeze and change from a liquid to a
solid, such a pretty pattern I have become.

I see friends on the way down, different
shapes from me, but still the same on
there trip from up high to that place
down below.

I land softly, not like before when I was
liquid and splashed on the floor, I will
lie here looking up, till my time is up
and I evaporate upwards. Then once
again join my friends in the clouds,
watching once again every thing below...

After the first
Never again
The second
The same,
Regret, pain
The third
Disappointment, shame
The fourth
A piece of paper with a name
The fifth and I’m officially insane
Confusing clouds, constant rain
Begin to drain
Me

Thoughts, a fact
A pact
To myself
My rapidly deteriorating
Physical, mental, emotional health

31 tablets, 52
What difference does
A few
More make
Another mistake
I break,
Crack, smash
Like China
A million pieces
Despair fills the air
I lay, unconscious
Without a care
In the world

Sleeping tablets
And anti depressants
Desperately searching
For the essence
Of a hopeful soul

Hospitalisation
Anticipation, frustration,
Sedation
A safe place
With locks on the inside
Reflecting on the times
I’ve tried
Cried, lied
To break free

After the first
Never again
The second
The same
Regret, pain
The third
Disappointment, shame
The fourth
A piece of paper with a name
The fifth
And I’m officially insane

It stops here
Succumbed with fear
As I walk, tread, carefully
Undress the mess,
That is me.

2010 ©

Eternal tears in a lake that never
fills, only the eye of eternity drops
tears of time, which will never run
dry.

For time is eternal and so the tears
will always fall from the eye that
watches everything and all.

Tears dropped for time weeps as it
watches life, death never ending,
this lake will never fill, as it has all
eternity as the eye of time once
again drops a tear.

Imagination as the mind
explodes, creation from the
hand spills from the mind.

Random images flood the surrounding
walls like a gun shot to the mouth the
thoughts splash over the walls.

Dripping through the fingers creations
drawn written an expression as a mind
on overload.

I want to be a hippie but my
mum says no, she says i smell to clean  
an short hair as a hippie just doesnt go.
  
I want to be a hippie but my dad
says no as the only drug i take is
asprin and son asprin is a drug a
hippie just cant smoke.
  
A hippie loves peace and the thought
of love, you build war machines so death
isnt for hippies and you think
love is a joke.
  
So my son you dont drink you
dont smoke or do any kind of drug, you
have short hair so a hippie you'll
never be so no means no.

You see a rose of white, but
is a disguise, for its thorns
like razors.

For when the blood drops
in the petals blood red do
absorb the nourishment now
even whiter the blood gone
no longer on show,

For all that is white is not
always pure, for under this
disguise there is a truth hidden
from the eyes. For the beauty
hides danger, hidden from
your eyes.

The only freedom we have is the
unconditional love we have to give
and the painful confessions
we offer to the blank page,
there is no judge
but our conscience
and the earnestness of our hearts.

There is a space between us,
it just sees to grow, we cant
reach across the void that is
growing we both know it
started long ago, we ignored
it thinking it would shrink
but instead it did grow.

I can see you touch your finger
tips, but the void pushes us
further apart, the longer this
goes on. We try to fight it,
but how long can we hold
on, the void is that place
where failed love does go.

The distance isn't far, but the
gravity of lost love pushes us
apart, we don't want to admit
it but our love was lost to the
void, and only scraps are left
to hang on to, how long can this
go on before one of us leaves.

I know its
immature
but I giggle
to my self,
if its a silent
but deadly
and I walk
away and
hear everyone
blaming everyone else, even though its ME I giggle as I walk away...