Rome…

Rome wasn’t built in a day so they say

Alone under my quilt am startin to go grey

blown all my chances, heart in disarray

home is where you fart, shit, piss n forever pray

 

layed down pennin out my pain on a Friday

slayed my doubts aint gonna pout aint gonna play

crazy is the shoutin outside that wake me up then

try to get my zeds my heads messed up again

 

perpetually fed up in so many ways

incredibly stressed you see the blood pump my veins

nothing bring zest I just get carried away

take me to the grave before my grey matter strange

 

everything is tame I could say its ok

the thing is I dont wanna be lyin about life

the bite of a spider the blade of a knife

gettin high like space just to pace out my stay

Embrace

My mind is blank and dreary

like a starless city sky

I lay down alone to cry

Single silent solemn tears

 

In life I’ve strived for nearlys

Or not quite yets or nos

I’ve grown lonesome and so low

For my wisdoms stoned the years

 

With regrets and broken promises

Wanting it to break

The cycles of creation

Wilted so the summers roses

 

I’ve lived the devastation

how destruction she disposes

of quiet peaceful places

I seldom would embrace

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