2W…3M…1Y?

I cry myself to sleep

Close my ogle after the weep

Staring at your portrait is all I can do

It’s the closest thing to be beside you

 

I hold my buzz and look for your name

Tempted to call, its driving me insane

But I have to direct this draining will

And just wait for your move to feel

 

Two weeks, three months, one year…

Will you wait until I’m no longer here…

Will you just throw this delicate soul

But don’t you worry, I know I won’t be a sole…

 

I wish you well, this I’ll tell

I wish you bliss with every kiss

I pray that you will find what you’re looking for

All the best, all the hopes, all the open shore

M.A.ry...

In the still of the night
Her arms holding me so tight
Her skin sliding mine
Her eyes stared like the stars shine

Her mouth swallowed
The tongue followed
Her wet lips I taste
My hands on her face

She leaked and bit my neck
With thousands of petty pecks
Her hands grabbed my chest
Her temptation was more than a test

She held my delicate means
Interleave in her frail flower
We danced with formidable grace
Passion, fervour, adoration was our shower

We lounged on our backs
On my shoulder she rested
Closed our eyes with beams
I cry... Damn I’ve been molested....

ENOUGH

Enough thinking, enough reflection

Enough waiting for that certain indication         

Enough doubts for crying out loud

Enough searching for the dawning of a cloud

Enough pain, stop being insane

Enough asking is he more than a name

Enough trying, enough playing hide and seek

Enough closing that door, “I love you” you should speak...

MAKING THE CHOICE...

Start with what you like, make the hike, get off your bike…

Look at the stars, don’t put any bars, forget all scars…

Listen to the breeze, feel the mist, let go of all disease…

Smell the scent with the silence of lent, don’t say you can’t…

Feel the warmth without harm, stare at its overwhelming charm...

Achieve the make believe – follow what the heart conceive…

Love the bold, arms to hold, make it the Greatest story ever told…

Piano, cards, songs with K ii S

After labor we went straight to the domicile

Chilled, smoked had a yak

Gave a choice, the living or the cradle

Without a doubt, the cradle is the space to slack

 

Sat, laid, while the piano was played

Watched, thought, while veneration was fought

Rehearsed, converse in the still of the night

Spades, flowers, diamonds, hearts below the room’s light

 

Called, ordered waited for the rations

Laughed, frowned, thinking of questions

Washed, consumed, drank, washed again

Eyes, hands, skin, a touch pretend

 

Listened, adored, searching for a song

Found, sang, desired it lasted long

Swayed, played to the hymns that will miss

Knuckles, plans, trips, double smiles, all done with a K ii S