There was a devil
in my eyes
but a twinkle
in your stare

I wonder
what would
happen if we
combined the pair

Coming under
your spell
I feel my
thoughts drifting

Pull away
my body
tells me...

cause I can't fall
and nor do I dare

there's a twinkle
in my eyes
and a devil in
your stare

You are my sorrow
for things I cannot speak
I love to see you express
your love for me

You are a token
I carry alone with me
sometimes too precious
to keep
let me turn you into a river
and have you
flow through me

I want to see her one more time;
One more time to say the things
I should have said before;
One more time to say I’m sorry
and how much I deplore
the ill-concealed behaviour
that she could not ignore.

I want to see her one more time;
One more time to gaze upon
that so beloved face;
One more time to visualise
that look of peace and grace
so unappreciated
while it was commonplace

If only I could see her one more time,
I’d be able to expiate my crime,
express  contrition
for that disgraceful act
unintentionally hurtful
and more a lack of tact.
If I were granted only one more time.

“Mercy” is a fiction
A quaint naivety
An untruthful depiction
Since antiquity
The hidden hand on high
Harbours no feelings nor cares
For the dull minutae, under Earth’s sky
Those poxy human affairs

Beth figured she’d marry a man with a full tool box
capable of building a house anvil strong,
                              
a man who’d plug her good and help raise
children with squares jaws,

he’d  praise her Christmas fruitcake,
provide every American good thing;

she added
wrong.