Let her eyes devour
the smile on his face,
for beneath it all
is a blackened lung
and a worn out mind;
tiring to keep alive
that speck of tomorrow-
the illusion of her.

Gotta throw those roses out
they're starting to decay,
flowers aren't what love's about;
crimson red or grey!

Close eyes and let famished ear
consume all it want with no fear
of tide that rise and fall to earth,
before new wave spiral into birth.

Amidst dust beds and filth,
puddles a cultureless poor
about hovers a circle;
mist of fragrant Lure.

Globe dwellers from near and far,
Some big and some small.
Different from each other are,
but the few ten, they bind us all.
Ten vary, ten hail,
ten tell the whereabouts,
but ten don't tell tail
of laughter or of pouts.

That moment through a song
When the lyrics go wrong;
Stuck with hanging jaw
to accommodate the flaw!

The bed is clean,
the floor unoccupied
I see you in every corner,
under every canopy of incidence
Where have you gone,
my constant companion?
Leaving me with a heart
the size of your paw?
Are you loitering down the alley?
Or comfortably where the stars lie?
Have you only lost your way home,
or found a better one somewhere?
It can't be true what they say
about nine lives;
you been granted too many.
Then why now, do you stay afar?
Cross the enemy of divide,
and leap back to your jute bag of joy!
I can't survive these shades of grey,
they are nothing without white and black.