is life so fair

Another sonnet of sorts

To spend my time still drifting through my mind

Instead of lifting up to work the grind

To close my eyes to wake to find you gone

I roused to like myself as only one

And still my fluttering heart beats soon pound

Inside my chest as I am all alone

I needed you to call me on the phone

Although my feet are firmly with the ground

I yearn to hear your voice again and say

A simple word of loving ill refrain

Because your heart belongs to someone else

I am but stuck in hell all by myself  

Although it could be worse and life is fair

To me I find no other could compare

Ganga

A sonnet of sorts

If only love was simpler than it is

I find myself to mourn the emptiness

Of heart of soul how cold the Cupid’s tricks

To fill my mind of hope to hold her breast

If things were meant to be it seems I’ve missed

To reach my goal to reach on out to her

Our bodies seem to be awaiting bliss

Although we both do hold to lovers worse

At least I like to think as such of us

And when we are together may not come

I’d love us two to spiral all as one

Embracing bodies smoothly not of lust

Alas my lover comes not yet to me

I confess delusions may well be

Love is not here…

her touch is tainted she will tell no truth
her love has faded far beyond the skies

she has no barings now shes lost in youth

it may well take her life to realise 
her skin is broken telling tales of woe

she smokes and takes amphetamines with death

begin to free me from her crippled lows

I pray to god she’ll go to him instead
and left for me a gift of tainted shame

I have no means to say to other fems

I need to breath I need to clearly reign

my truth my space I need to find again
and lost is love over the rainbows end

the cost to shove my dreams out to descend 

Puss…

is it not great the way I call to you

my visions paint a thousand words of love

decisions break I wake to have it tough 

is it too late for what I thought was true
is it not great the way I fell to bruise

unfit to come to this old tragic game

I’ll split the fued again we’re severed blue

alone to view the world in pictures lame 
collisions bust all trust corrode the news

eroded dusty paths have come too deep

my phone is never ringing will I weep 

alone I’m never willed by your taboo
the skin of destiny will peel if cut 

by sin infectious scabs will ooze with puss

Sleepless ballad

my heart will beat as hard as steel 

as fast as trains will pass

my thoughts of loss are hard to heal

I have my drinking glass
a rum or vodka milk Kahlúa

to soothe my aching soul

my intentions always pure

as trouble will unfold
I’ll go to bed at 8pm

and sleep until midnight

again I will have to pretend

that everythings alright
in the end of the night time moon

as daytime slowly comes

the rain falls down the clouds of gloom

the drudgerys begun