don't forget me;
my fight has left me,
drifting on the aegean
away from the fires of heathens, yet swallowed by the deep, never to be amongst the free.

fight for me;
not just with guns nor bullets.
sing my passing for the world to hear,
that i had left my home to be free,
away from strife, death and tyranny.
let others live a life free from fear.

don't pity me, no more;
though i have passed on, i am free.
just bury me under the ground,
and place a simple marker and flowers on its mound.
let our names be your banners; let them fly.
spell the name of freedom in the sky,
that future generations in it will live.
let it be the legacy our struggle will give.

don't forget me.

Pen, Paper, and a cup of coffee,
Head throbbing, and a hand scribbling furiously,
Just as the flickering flame of the kerosene lamp
danced away with the easterly breeze.

Crumpled heap and an acid ball;
Glibs and thoughts meleed in my head
Pouring out everything my pen can scream,
All to contain another avalanche
of disjointed verses and noxious madness.

“Ding” goes the clock,
Eyes straining and my head’s an empty sphere,
The portable radio’s playing, and my pen’s  swirling to the beat,
The bed’s just as tempting,
But I can’t bring myself to sleep.

Flowers, candies and things so dear,
Poems and paeans, you won’t even care to hear;
I used to yearn for you and sing you lullabies
But now dear fickle, I’m bidding you good bye;

Gone now, are the roses and chocolates
and then again, sweet nothings and moonlit dates
Forget about fairy tales and Cupid’s arrows
**** those subtle lies, stupid Romeos borrow

Another listless prose, as it may seem,
No flowery thoughts, nor sugar and cream;
Only stale and rancid caffeine boost,
One thing my dear, for all of these, all is still not lost.

No ifs and buts, and secrets left unspoken,
Only heartaches untended and promises broken.
Vague delusions of happy endings come to nothing;
One kiss good-bye isn’t even worth remembering.

Tonight we’ll share the heavens;
Souls knitted into one,
Fly together we, the ochre moontrails,
on gossamer wings.

The decanter overflows with nectar;
its sweetness permeates the ethereal void,
like ephemerous orbs when touched
by the hands of a child.

The secret Garden’s lit by Eos’ mirth;
polychromatic hues emanate from glassine showers;
Gait filling the place, radiating in splendor,
Warming every psyche in its solace.

Silence may, yet rule the void;
Plenary peace acquiesced e’en for a nanosecond.
Then from some aperture, a tiny tingle crescendos,
as the angelic host thunder their majestic heralds.

Come with me now my beloved;
Dry I your tears with lotus petals,
Come with me now, reach out your hand
and together we’ll share a millennium in a succinct moment
in this paradise called DREAMS.

Wendy, Wendy, she gave me a thimble;
She held my world and made it crumble.
The tender orb's icy sheathing starts to melt,
thawed by the enigma's hearth it felt.

The thimble she gave, it dawned upon me;
makes me wonder will she not, or will she be.
Is she the raison d'etre I've long been searching for?
Though one thing's for certain, her thimble, I'm yearning for more.

Her fairness, her beauty, there's more from within.
Surpassing even the cherubic vessel she's in.
Ethereal Perfume, she draws me near;
in the sonorous silence; two hearts twained dear.

She made me, no longer the rougish Peter Pan;
Her thimble transfixed me into a man.
She took me out from Neverland's imbecile bliss;
But for you to see, Wendy's thimble is her secret kiss.

Forward you, to me Temptress
your wind-borne linen brushes lightly,
A million diamonds shroud me,
As you ******* your kisses.

Solitude accentuated by your presence,
Bathed in whirlpools and garbed with diadems,
Spine arching melodic whispers,
Basked in perfume of the ladies of the night,

Oh Temptress, mirrored in your eyes, my spurned love;
and the emptiness, that I am in,
In the brazen arms of another’s, she danced to your nocturne,
While I cry out in despair

Temptress, are you unlike those voluptuous shrews?
fickle minded and conceited?
Whose daydreams contain those cowardly Adonis;
Who knows nothing more but to mock a simple fool, that I am.

Forward you to me, Temptress,
I turned to detest you, but closer still, you came;
your cold embraces warm my freezing heart,
And eases me out from my saddest plight.

Oh Temptress, you are to me, my best friend;
my pain you’ve shared, with your gleaming sword,
my grief, with your wailing,
and my tears,
yet unlike them, yours bring hope to a new aurora,

She dwells in my innermost
sanctum;
her imaginary smiles, her touch, her being, her love,
enliven my thoughts-
effervescent pearldrops, they water the pastures
of my parched mind

She doesn't like me:
but oh, how I adore her.
From the distance, I see her; through the binoculars of my soul.
She's the joy that brings life to those sorrounding her,
while i wallow in dearth.

Oh how I love her;
without her knowing so.
Flickers of hope warm this freezing cell.
Even though she may detest me,
it still doesn't matter.
Despite all these, in the deepest shadows,
will I continue to love her