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

Loneliness (Sonnet)…

As love is lost and never comes to me

The cost of bitter life in crazy walls

I close my eyes to joy as tears may fall

although my eyes are dry so I may breathe

 

Relax and stay a while as longing seeds

Of deeds may shoot to flower, fruit and be

Of praise and wonderment so slim and tall

The waves of doubt will spread and knock them all

 

And back and forth and round and round it seems

And loneliness my friend on whom I call

to be my lover true it has been deemed

to death we both will wonder slow and sure

 

And as my muse a faded glance or cry

I know to not be loved but to despise

 

 

A cafe…

As soon as I opened the door I noticed the selection of gooey and colorful cakes in the cafe counter. I was terrified as I had only just began a low fat – low sugar diet.

I approached the que to the cafe counter and had a look around.

This place was smothered in pink paint and the furniture was plain in mahogany colors.

The sounds of clinking cups and customers chattering all merged into a blur suddenly fading as the dominating roar of coffee being made was the only sound which then faded into footsteps along the hard wood floor and keen writers typing away in their blogs and half finished projects on their laptops.

It was finally my turn to order and the pleasant warm aroma of ground coffee beans lured me into ordering a dark chocolate mocha. However I managed to resist the strawberry cheesecake, donuts and profiteroles which seemed to speak my name and scream at me to eat them.

The waitress smiled. She was in her early twenties. She was tall, thin and had long blond hair. After I had paid she said she would bring my drink over to me and smiled again.

I walked away and sat down at one of the tables, the chairs were very comfortable.

I looked up at the pink bookshelves and noticed a variety of neatly arranged books and board games, this place was homely.

I stood up and picked out a book of selected poems and sat down to await my hot dark chocolate mocha.

Summers done

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Sky tonight dry the moon an the scum
I like to stay inside away from the fuss

Some day I’ll fly away from the pain to my love
O graves in the rain I can prey for my lust
Complain ov distain on a wave is a must
Betrayed by my fate too late to gain sluts

Waitin for my kingdom ov stains in th dust
Debatin o the hate as a way to gain trust
Slatin ov the greats no wait I’d get fucked
No way am comin up like am munching on duds

A whiff o the knickers no way I get enough
Horrific for my ticker like am sniffing white stuff
Stick it to my figure stuff my belly with th buns
Fill it full a liquor till I get a bigger tum

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Quick to stick my eyes to the tits and the bums
Slick in my vision no grip to win some

Pull a trick ov indecision dull flickers o the glum
Skulls in conundrum flip out without fun
Doubts o gettin nowt drouts ov exclusion
Amount to dissolusioned days diggin numb

Bouts ov delusion corrosion to my house
Shoutin like a mouse so you wont hear me out
No clout no solution loosin like a lout
Brusin on the lager an cruisin for a cow

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Sky tonight dry the moon and the scum
I like to stay inside away from the fuss

Home…

I like to pen my woes but then you know
My spite is rife and sometimes it may show
And I’ll pretend that all is in it’s flow
Tonight I may delight as funds are blown

I’ll try to tend my notes, my wallet close
I like a wine it’s fine to blow my dough
I’d like to own some better clothes and grow
Collections of contraptions, show my bros

I like to pen my woes but then you know
‘Tis form despised the people mourn for pros
Despite I can show insight when alone
In presence of the essence as I clone

And all is lost the cost is still bestowed
The path is crossed and I’ll never know home…