This axe was made from
Oak and
Anger.
Forged in the fires that
Shaped my cardiac
Armour.

I'll never surrender to a
Woman
Who sees love as war
Ever again.
It's been a long,
Lonely time.

But I've seen peace.
Still sacrifice to the gods,
Praying for brief, cold
Winters; for all other
Seasons to be neither.
They all have room for a

Woman between them,
But my hatred for ego
Is a burning beacon of warning
Even I myself shun.
I just want the silence.
That deep, deep silence,

Whose last word will never be:  
"Me,"
But:
"... ... ..."
That, I can love.

This axe was made from
Oak and
Anger.
It beats paper; scissors; stone.
Sees me armed. And still
Alone.

this ancient brew
with a taste so true
makes me see stars
where stand the scars
of long-forgotten battles
this old exotic brew
brings back the memories
my heart grew fonder
in high moments so tender
your star shone bright
in warm tropical skies blue
and i knew i'd never ever rue
the day we made a solemn pact
to last us through the ages

Into the beguiling depth of your eyes,
Lost in them I always become from a mere peek.

Watched your lips moving,
An image that tempts and haunts my thoughts rarely.

Unawares of the building lust.
All I wanted was to slake my thirst
With a single kiss.

It poisons instead and ignites my hidden passion,
Till I want you to rip them clothes off.

those were the days
i felt for mother
again in another daze
and he wouldn’t bother

those were the days
father went no further
Days of his  thick haze
though tough as leather
Those were the days

i remember you mother
you taught me to smile
and go the extra mile
for the sake of joy in love
and life was what it was
those were the days

i remember you father
in a lazy armchair
in shorts and glasses
sometimes in a lather
yet the epic story man
those were the days