broken dreams

I ran behind those broken dreams,

trying to grasp, yet void fists,
whisked by wind,
too far to reach,
in to the middle
of a wretched storm,
empty of soul,
quenches its devilish thirst
of each word of my dream
washed them of soul and ink..


And I stood there watching
wet and tired
cold and strangled
as if i were the dream
when done with the bloody meal
it abandoned it like rotten meat
afloat in a puddle by my feet
I scavenged the drain with my long fingers
eyes flooded with memories
of when they dug in to your arms
and you had me like a beast
now all that remains
of the insane self as if at blaze,

are those withered thoughts
of broken dreams.

Magic Wings

O Fairy of mystic skies
lend me your wings so I can fly,
to a beautiful land of pure joy.
Away from the painful memories
and tears in my eyes.....
Far from fists of guile,
from the dark dungeons
of my own mind...

O Fairy from my dreams at night,
do lend me your wings,so I can fly,
free from these frayed souls
those hath not a conscience of right or a lie..
far from this vicious circle of life,
from my abyss of needs and desires

Adieu

It would have been an easy end
If I weren’t strangely aware,
that you are still here,
next to me , holding my hand
looking in my eye and telling me
its all going to be alright.

I would have known better,
If it weren’t for your
expertise artifice,
and my ignorant naivety

It would have been a good bye
If it weren’t for those
little & large quibbles
those very reasons you
hoarded against me

nothing is the same
or it will be, I suspect
the last time we met
shall be the last of its kind

yet,
It would have been an affable farewell
If it wasn’t that I still love you
And you dont!