FAREWELL

I would ask you to stay with me,
But you are you, I am me,
It's easy to see.
In love,
Yet it was never the key,
To the issues that made us leave.

Still, it feels wrong,
To walk away from a place I feel I belong,
To give up a love that was strong,
To fall back into a sad song,
The melody of which takes the beat off my heart.

You said we should stay apart,
I had time to find another love,
Maybe two or three loves,
Get hitched, get my happy ending.
You were just being you,
The selfless man I already knew,
The selfless man I had come to love.
I heard the reason in your words,
I saw the resignation in the effect they had on me,
On us.
Well, guess it's true what they say,
You can't have everything,
Not even something as rare as love.
For it sure is rare,
This kind of love that we share,
That will forever be there.

These words make me believe that it's true,
These words that make me so blue,
It is done,
You and me,
But our love I will keep,
Hopefully as a constant reminder that love can be good.
So here and now I say my goodbye,
May it be the end signifying a brighter start.

Love never enough

Your love was never enough,
It was sometimes hiding,
Most times looking back,
Occasionally too fast in the sack!
Darling, what were you running from most times? The past? The present?
You said you loved me completely,
Was this a bluff?

Your love was never enough,
It was half full,
Almost beautiful.
It swayed like a ship in the middle of a storm,
So fierce I wanted to run,
But then the storm would die,
Your kisses reassuring my trembling heart,
Yet, it wasn't enough.

Did you lie?
Every time you professed your love?
See, I was sure you were the one,
Until our love was over and done,
Then I doubted.

Yes, your love was never enough,
It never did climax,
Still I waited on the edge,
I still wait,
Knowing that the book of love is never wrong.

Your love was never enough,
But is my love enough for the both of us?
Tell me, is it?
Is it going to bring us back as one?
Say yes if you may,
For I wish that things had stayed the same,
You and I,
In love,
Yours shaky,
Mine complete.

The independent woman

The independent woman strives,
To win a race where only man thrives.
She fears not,
She surrenders not!
She is fearless,
As any lioness,
Out on a hunt.

Yes, she is a lioness,
Lonely with massive toughness.
She has learned not to rely no a man's help,
She has mastered to take the pain without a single yelp.
She is the picture of a rock through harsh weathers,
She has the scars,
Still she's not broken.
She stands tall and hurt,
Ready for the next battle.

The independent woman is hard,
She is cold when she has to be,
She is soft to the touch,
Like a cushion of a million feathers,
Few know this,
And when she weeps,
She is as quiet as a grave.

You might pity the independent woman,
She looks forlon most times,
Too ambitious to fit in today's society,
Too cold to have a heart,
Too independent to find a man!
She is the epitome of  sophistication,
With a touch of bitchy and self indignation.

You might admire her,
For her perfect image,
Her unwavering stature,
The wisdom her scars portray,
Her steely eyes that never betray.
She has the swagger of one who cannot be intimated,
Her aura of mystery draws you to her,
She frightens you yet you desire her,
You dream of sucking ice cubes,
You fantasize of being submissive,
Letting the controlling woman have power over you.

The independent woman is a layer of unfathomable depth,
Every layer you uncover triggers curiosity to dig deeper,
For she is a very deep woman,
And just like a witches pot,
You fall under her spell when you look into her.

Love and I

I tried to grasp love,
It was elusive,
I tried to think love,
I was indecisive,
I tried to keep love,
It was too massive,
I tried to make love,
It was very possessive,
I tried to find love,
It was just too passive,
I tried to see love,
I was quite selective,
I tried to touch love,
I was very apprehensive,
I tried to understand love,
It wasn't comprehensive,
I tried to stay in love,
We were not cohesive!
I wore love,
I wasn't attractive,
I tore up love,
I was destructive,
I sang,
Love was not inclusive,
I tried being manipulative,
Love was simply evasive.

TIME

Though old as the Lord has lived,
Time has always breathed,
Something new,
Taught me the concept of a ladder,
One rung at a time,
the best way to avoid any blunder.
Each step grows bolder,
The reason I feel happier,
Every year as I get older.

Interesting,
The mystery of life,
The fact that we are here to learn,
Our reason for being is to learn,
Learn the ways of love,
Learn about the earth and the sun,
Learn about God's grace,
Learn how to make the world a better place.
After that,
Nothing more makes sense,
Than to make your peace and part!

I haven't met a better teacher than time,
I have known no master better served than time,
I am time's slave,
Still, I can be time's master.
But who serves who isn't the matter,
Rather learning has all the importance,
For he who learns not,
Is but a corpse left out to rot,
Useless and forgotten!

What then has time taught me but the act of patience?
See, a sculptor's art is so like life,
The more time he spends carving the stone,
The more shape it takes,
The more pleasant it looks,
Bold, daring, alive,
A perfect piece of art!

I do appreciate the gift of time,
A gift bearing endless possibilities,
Yet, we assume it,
In pursuit of useless elements.
If I were to steal time,
Then I believe my action would be no crime,
Even if I went ahead and sold every millisecond for a million dimes.
Would you not then understand the importance of lost times?

THE ONE I LOST

My heart knows the sharpest sting,
My heart knew the handsomest king.
He was bright,
His love for me right.
I had scored oh so luckily,
The woman forsaken by love previously.
I was happy as any naive child.
Still,
the gods conspired against me,
Soon after,
My king departed.

My heart,
Since has been scattered on every piece of this rug,
My eyes watery from sorrow's stench.
A sorrow so deep my fists I can hardly clench.
I am weak, nothing holds meaning,
Yet, everything I see keeps me grieving.
He bought me those beautiful pearls, We laid on those covers,
I, unable to hold back gratified purrs.
My greatest pain though remains,
For my king is not dead,
For he opted to be just a friend.

Sleep is but a distant mate,
Always late,
And in bits.
I close my eyes and all I see is what we had,
Memories compressed into one dreadful film.
I worry for my sanity,
My heart,
I wish I could rewind,
To the moments when bliss lasted,
To a time when I was always sated.

He is the one I lost,
The one I could have held on at any cost,
I fear I will find no other,
To stitch my countless cuts,
To fulfil my only wants:
Delight and loyalty.
So I will forever carry this grief,
And remain lost,
Lost like a mad man's sense!

This Christmas

It's a perfect period to pray,
A blessed day.
It's a time to give thank,
Not necessarily with the aid of a bank.
It's the right time to share,
The little, the more,
With care.

It's no time to be forlon,
Or depressed.
It's no time to regret
Or wish.

Chist's birth,
Brings lots of mirth.
The magic, the mystery,
Gives hope and light,
To those in the dark.

Let Him in,
He will not let you cave,
For He is here to save.

Allow Him to lead,
Lead you into the new year,
A clean and safe person,
Happy and saved.

Merry Christmas!