Few cartoon characters have suffered
like Tom . . . yet not dead.

Casting the old flame's gear
away,
garbing a new wear.

Cease, head, from a teetotaller 's tale
And lap up wine of words to brimfull,
Soaking the skull with many a flagon
Of poetry, prose, play and review,

That the brain cells may bubble over like
Foam inside the tumbler of religion
And humanities, arts, science and tech.

Infected with sin virus
causing
immortal death--
from Adam to me.

Hunger is gnawing your stomach
The time when food is must
Don’t let in your faith a crack
One breach in your trust!

It’s there for you to eat
Away by an inch a peck
In haste don’t call it quit
Be not afraid of your neck!

Beckons you the golden cheese
Bowel’s curing remedy
It waits for your final wish
To be set from hunger free!

A little pull is all you need
Just a little force
Howling hunger needs the feed
You have no other recourse!

Come mouse got nothing to lose
You’re hungry or you’re dead
Either way hangs the noose
your escape is that way made!

as you wake up each gifted day
you hear within a voice to you say
all that's hidden unknown untold
would lay bare gradually unfold!

a day is not just some hours' spend
have turns and twists at each bend
comes your way without a hint
smiles of joy sadness' dark tint!

you may be down or in high spirit
show your strength or lose your grit
may happen things to **** your cheers
brakes of failures to bring you to tears!

a day may break or make you peace
make pursuit of happiness a hit and miss
may turn not the way you want it to be
in colorful plumes like a bird carefree!

but then you know in whatever shade
a day is like temptation irresistibly spread
we have to walk in and inescapably yield
till they all walk out when our life is stilled!

In the worst of days
I make for me
A make-believe mood!*

When within a storm rages
The heart is laden with charcoal tar
One by one I fill up the pages
That twinkle in make-believe’s borrowed star!

What magic can do a changed hair style
When I walk the darkest mile
It shows in the mirror a new look me
Contented to be make-believe happy!

A make-believe man not let the world know
All the pains inside morale low
Even once show not entrails crude
But spread in air make-believe mood!

In make-believe cheers when I hum a tune
It blunts the agony makes me feel immune
Miraculously comes back a feel real good
Saves the worst of days the make-believe mood!

Every night he knocks at her door
Calls I’m hollow without it
Give me back want nothing more
The love I left at your feet.

Beside her is heard the snore
From her man in slumber’s bliss
The lover’s plea to settle the score
Doesn’t break his dreamful peace!

Give me my love the lover howls
Bereft it I’m dead
Echo him the barnyard’s owls
Heart dies when not love fed.

I’ll not come back once
Am ready for an honest pact
Open the door give me a chance
Return my love intact.

She alone hears her lover past
Sinks in her bed in fright
The jilted lover in lost love’s lust
Comes back on her door each night!