I am sorry
we met and for long savoured that fate
that you dared to happily ever after contemplate
I am sorry
it was so right for a while when we gobbled every mile
so much you thought it would always be but a smile
I am sorry
you expected so much from a heart with so little to give
I am sorry
I spoke about the sun and you heard of sunrise
I am sorry
I was meaning the journey but you thought of the destination
I am sorry
you hoped I would answer every question
sorry I plucked you roses and you didn't see the thorns
I am sorry
it wasn't a walk in the park or it was but the Serengeti
I am sorry
when I pointed to the clear night you felt it would never rain
I am sorry
I bathed you in pleasure and you forgot there's pain
I am sorry
I held you so tight you didn't prepare for when we drift apart
I am sorry
you swam to the deep end and coming out broke your Heart
I am sorry
you thought reality could be like the movies
where you forevermore enjoy the Angelic showbiz
I am sorry
you grew up way too soft but had to learn the hard way
I am sorry
our parting ways was too much a price for you to pay
but I am not sorry for the moments I confessed my affection
the many times I said I love you and you said it too
for there was a time, I swear this to you,
there was a time those words were so true

I wasn't there with my body
when you were happy,
or walking in an evening rain,
I wasn't there with my eyes
to see the tears you shed
I wasn't there to feel your skin,
to see your eyes bloom at night.
I wasn't.

I wasn't there with the body
that would keep your feelings warm,
I wasn't with the arms
that would make your pain go.

I thought i was there in your soul,
a shade of sea,
a morning in the spring,
my words, I thought,
they'd make you feel
the same sunrise that's in my smile
whenever your voice speaks to me.

I hoped I was at least a dream,
a thought of yours at night,
a traveller in your mind,
a phrase,
a nonsense,
I hoped
I was one of your cigars,
your cup of tea,
your rest.

I thought
I hoped
In silence now I know
I wasn't with you
at all.

it seems we live in times
when helping hands extend only reluctantly
to those in dire need who had to leave
     the ruins of their devastated homes
     not waiting for more bombs to fall
to those who had to save their lives
     from the barbaric rule of self-styled prophets
and those whose simple love of education
     was met with inane terror and oppression

why is it that so many people
     are afraid of them and think
     these desperate refugees are perpetrators
          not the victims

why is it that the nations most responsible
      for chaos and destruction in these countries
           far from their own safe shores
      are the least willing to accommodate
      those they have driven from their homes

good Samaritans have become scarce
only a few today share their possessions
     with those who are in greater need

our humanity has been outsourced
to NGOs and sundry other institutions
to whom we donate so they feed
the hungry   poor   and the displaced

it makes one wonder whether shameless greed
has indeed  
    and without any saving grace
become the only goal of our race

Your voice echoes in my mind,
     But it sounds like chimes in the wind,
My image of you is restraining,
     Yet my spirit soars overhead.
If you sit back and pretend all you hear is silence...
...but if you lean forward,
It comes rushing to your head,
A sea painted red...

I'm infatuated with you
My heart skips a beat when I Think of you
But when I'm with you, I feel nothing.
You're on my mind, day and night.
Through out the day you're out of sight.
You're in my dreams
This isn't love,
It's only an illusion.
The illusion that I love you,
And you love me back,
Together at last.
I'm infatuated with you