Love is a Capricious Maid

Love is a capricious maid
Who all men do desire.
She promises to stay forever,
Yet daily does conspire
Of ways to break her lover's trust
And grind the pieces into dust.
Fall not into her deadly ploy;
You are to her a trifling toy.
Bestow not your heart's affection
On one who has her own collection
Of jilted hearts and shattered men,
And isn't afraid to claim again
A victim of her feminine chams
Who waits for her with open arms,
Only to be tossed away
When the maid no longer wants to play.

Eyes

Brown eyes gaze lovingly into hazel ones,
Hazel eyes stare flatly back into brown.
Brown eyes well over and flow till they drown,
Hazel eyes are crowned with an indulgent frown.
Then brown eyes speak no words,
But in the silence they both know
Hazel eyes exude no love
And it's time for thr brown eyes to go.

In Retospect

When you look back in retrospect
Remember hindsight is always perfect

You've broken vows,now you repent
Cry over time you've ill-spent
Regret the choices that you made
Curse the places where you stayed
Rue the sights that you have seen
And how reckless you have been

You wish you knew better then
But stop!... and think again-
You loved every spontanious act!
Don't deny it! It is a fact.

Junkie

"Shit happens!" you say. "And sometimes it's better
Not to let the pain and hurt register."

You lose yourself in smoky inhumanity,
But grass isn't greener on the other side of sanity.

Weeds have long since turned ur dreams to hash,
And all that's left of them is scattered ash.

But you refuse to admit, with stubborn indignation,
That your life's just one long hallucination.

For Mama

Behold me not as the little girl
That I once used to be
But as the woman I have become
Whence life's counsel has wisened me

Behold not the childish face
That betrays a shred of innocence
But the woman's eyes that are alight
With worldly intelligence

Behold not the the child i was
Nor my adolescent years
But the sum of all that my life has been
With my triumphs and my fears

Social Butterfly

Centre of attention
Star of every one's eyes
Your pedestal is so so tall
That you can touch the skies

You're physically attractive
You're mentally alert
When anybody needs advice
You're always the expert

Life of every dance floor
Chief of the party tribe
Sober even after all
The booze that you imbibe

You're popular and in demand
Your smile is on page three
An entourage follows you around
Like a celebrity

But the more your fan adore you
The less human you stay
You wake up one morn and realize
You've thrown your life away

Your sister's getting married
And you should be elated
But you're embarrassed to admit
Plain-Jane and you're related

Your wardrobe's overflowing
With pricey designer tags
Friend dont make you as happy
As new Vuitton handbags

The labrador who loves you
is no longer your friend
While a Gucci-clad chihuahua
Makes you the latest trend

You get more Premiere invites
Than you'd ever need
Life's one long blockbuster
And you're playing the lead

But the movie's in fast-forward
Too late to hit rewind
The folks who really matter
Have all been left behind

Moonlit Mist Woman

Nebulous,
Pale,
A veil.

Soft,
Flowing,
Glowing.

Opaline,
Irridescent,
Incandescent.

Wispy,
Curling,
Swirling.

Balmy,
Healing.

Concealing.

Dripping Eaves,Dripping Leaves

The rain beats down like a hundred hooves
On rows and rows of shingled roofs
As the grey canopy of swirling clouds
Drapes the world in melancholy's shroud

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The drumroll on the roof is steady
The rising scent is a heady
Mix of smells that tell the story
Of Nature in her carnal glory

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The peacock's orgasmic mating cry
Syncopated with the moaning sky
Pulsates through the living grey
As they await the close of day

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Onset of the stormy night
Flashes of ecstatic light
Lay bare the skin and lust
Of bodies made from Natures dust

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Throbbing pace reaches its peak
The strongest wills turned weak
And they lie entwined beneath covers
Two consummated lovers

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain beats on
Subsiding just ere dawn
Sunshine trickles in
Oblivious to their sin

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

The rain first waters the virgin bud
Then leaves a dangerous flood
Of remorse for an illegitimate bed
Shared before the twain were wed

Dripping eaves
Dripping leaves

Home Is Where the Heart Is.

I left my home, my family
And went to a place
Where I found a real family
And my own little space.

Then I returned to my house
Where I had family, and a friend
Around every bend...

But I longed to go back...

To that sacred place,
To that family and space.

Plastic Smiles

I'm tired of pretending to be happy when i'm not.
I seem to be losing everything that I've got.
Rejected, unwanted,
My dreams are haunted
By the madness in my life
And internal strife
That's killing me for years.
I'm bleeding silent tears,
Of hatred and regret.
How can i forget
Broken vows, shattered dreams?
I hear the screams
Echo in my head
Of hateful things that people said.
Deafening silence,suffocating air
Of the world that doesn't care.
I hate my life yet must I live
In a place I can't forgive
For all the pain it has inflicted.
Snatches of happines restricted
To plastic smiles in album pages
That veil the tears of ages...
Pretending to be happy when I'm not
Losing everything I've got.