I have been tired
Since I was fired
Fired from your heart
No love or hope
Holding this dark rope
I look around
Nothing like your heart
Could be found.
I miss your whispering sound.
It's pivotal
To tell them all
For whom the criers call
For a heart
Having no bell to toll.
I still hold the rope.
Do you know why?
Too late now,
No need to cry.

The first time I met my lady,
She was
Weird in her mercy.
Hard to picture her fantasy.
The first kiss
Embodied
Her world title
A world miss.

Her embrace was a clinch
Like a bitter pinch.
May be
to prevent hard blows.
Her heart had no female laws.
She pulled me close to push me away.
No word to say.
Seeing my nakedness
Laughing at my madness.
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
I stopped breathing
I shouted

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
I love your madness
dear mistress.

They asked me,
Who do you worship?
I replied,
The earth on which
She used to walk.

The night is blacker
Than China ink
The air’s so heavy
That I can’t think
I was about to sink.
The full moon
Fills the sky
But refuses to shine.
We fell in love beneath it
Now it can’t comprehend
You’re no longer mine
Oh I need an empty cave
Faraway from being your slave.
I crawl into
A fortress of solitude
Where I know
I won’t run into you
For you’d only scrape
Away the scab
Where you wounded me
If only I could break
These slavery chains
To find a place where
I am free
But my cruel, cruel
Heart only wants
To pine
Refusing to accept
This blackened realm
Where you’re not mine

One day
I was alive
I had children and a  wife.
I worked and ******
I used to smile
Walked more than a mile.
I ran
In search of a bit of fun.
One day
I was alive
I thought   my life would be eternal
Full of love and emotion.
Strength and energy
Faraway from any allergy.
Young and strong
Singing, dancing all day long.
I didn't care about
Their right or wrong.
One day.
I was among you
I was not your foe.
Now I am done
Everything has gone
Stop crying
I hate your fake mourning.

This is a story
That needs to be told
Of the men and the women
For whom the bell tolls
They fought to the last
‘Gainst our numerous foes
The names no longer
Called on nominal rolls
Are our brothers and sisters
For whom the bell tolls

Late after midnight
Sitting
With  an imaginary quill
In hand
Stroking keys to form
What earlier today
I hadn't planned.
As I ponder,
The end state of all
In this material realm
Falling victim
To entropy
Which is the inch worm that,
With each second's movement,
Is munching the very essence
Of both, you and me.
Entropy at birth's beckoning
Is set in motion for all,
From miniscule microbe
inside our bodies
To the far - flung massive, invisible stars
That would boggle the mind,
In the end, the physical
Is swallowed whole,
Wherein the essence
Of what is, is measured
By the residue each entity
Sentient or not,
Leaves behind.