What is one man’s pleasure?

Women are but a toy to a man in pain.

Such sadness has crept over me like no other.

All I own has died a trillion times.

But never has it left me in the desert

Where the sands of time blow in the Wind of Change;

It is Dry not warm, cold but not happy.



Alone I sit deep in this quagmire of a place called life.

To sit motionless and to breathe in that last breath,

I feel the tightness on my body

With weight pressuring me to move.

Stillness, as a lingering of suicidal waves.

Motionless I go to my grave.



I ask myself if it was God-given to feel love

And saturate every cell with it

Or a curse knowing I’ll never feel this ever again in life.

My life of here and now only in the here after,

To lose love and to gain life, Everlasting joy and happiness is hard to hold.



The curse is to want what you had and have lost.

The price paid to be the boss.

Love hurts, love bleeds, but never does it leave.

For it was given to receive a life worth living.

The ultimate toy has sat upon the shelf

And was chosen by the best to love, play and test

Until the next rest surely it won’t be the worst,

only the first joy of being the ultimate toy!