Saturday, 14 July 2018

No hurt hurts more unless
it’s the heart that’s broken
you only wish you were wiser
when the feelings you had have been trampled  
Pain piercing your soul before tears could form
the fights
that you hoped shall end one day
now a mosaic before you.

No one stops caring anymore unless
their loved ones deny them their share of the love they once had
bleeding love and eyes pleading for understanding
it’s not something you ever thought happening
until the cold in their eyes freezes you to the core
and even then you say the words and roll them with your tongue,
under bated breath because you are loving, caring
only saying sorry
crying silent tears with each caress
wishing they gave you their all.

You have to understand,
that no one mends their heart a million times
unless it is for love
no one submits to the devil
unless hell is their heaven
no one sacrifices all their happiness unless it’s for love.
No one opens their heart and risks all
unless it’s love.

No one abandons their family
where everyone loves them
unless they have been struck by Cupid’s poisoned arrow
because a poisoned arrow in the heart is better
than family walls that are so high no one could climb
everyone a cherub flapping their wings in protection
because a romantic embrace
is warmer than that of tens of brothers and sisters.

The outburst:
          “Go away from me
          I’m tired
          I don’t love you any more”
sink in so effortlessly
          you ask—
          maybe because the words are milder
          piecing together the heart you shattered.

Or the words are tenderer
than the cold treatment that you give me
or the insults are easier
to take
than your disgust towards me.

Like the first time we kissed
I carry the memory of us growing apart every other day—
we don’t touch, kiss, you don’t say I love you too,
heck, we don’t talk at all.

I want you to go,
even if you go out into the rain
even if winter is coming
even if it’s in the cold dark nights
even if monsters await you, baying for your blood
because my heart is not yours to trample
and I will try to forget you
I’ll try to move on—
unless you collect all the scattered pieces of my heart and piece them together—
my heart is not yours. 

Monday, 21 May 2018
Thou shalt abandon everything beloved
Family, friends: this is the arrow
          which first the bow of Cupid shot forth.
Thou shalt have proof how liberating it is
          the union of woman and man as one
          living happily thereafter.
And that which most shall weigh upon thy shoulders
I will bear it by your side
I shall never watch you belabour
I care not for gold and silver nor for comfort
          only thy love.
Began I, even as she who yearneth after,
Being in doubt, not believing again I could love
Down through the world of infinite bitterness, 

But you, who uprightly wills, and loves
          o’er the mountain, from whose beauteous summit
          you lifted me.
I have learned that love, which I fell again,
Unto the loving accents of my comfort I turned me round,
and then what love I saw
Within thy eyes I relish
The eternal pleasure, which direct
Rayed upon you Stanley, from your handsome face
Conquered me with the radiance of a smile, 
When unto me you said:

“Come hither beautiful, stay;
Not in mine arms alone is warmth
But my love is Paradise.”

Monday, 23 April 2018

She goes and gets all angry at my apologies
too much work for too little gain.

In my convoluted mind I believe
with apologies
I would smooth all the scalloped surfaces of our tumultuous love. 

Friday, 13 April 2018

Goodbye to you is hard to say
I think of you every single day
            why wouldn’t you stay?


Goodbye why had you to say
            you told me to choose what means the most to me
            and I chose you …?

Goodbye I silently cry
            you were my salvation
Wonder why you gave me so much hope!

Goodbye you were my moon
            for the dark nights of my soul
Now that you’re nowhere
            your ghost’s everywhere
I’ll never say goodbye.

Goodbye is hard to say my gentle one
            you were the warmth of the sun
            and you held me for the last time.


Thursday, 21 December 2017

Photo by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash
I would be sad if I had not surrendered to your charm
the first time you smiled at me.
Our families shall be one
Glorious they behold this union
never division to be known.

Come here the flame of my desire,
He who is imprinted well with the internal stamp
of the love that lights the eternal lamp.

O my beloved tree,
While I was with sorrow
Descending into the dead world,
You showed me my future life
You there by my side, me as wife
And we both saw approaching us,
Cupid’s arrow to strike and lay our hearts at each other’s arms.

With clear words and unambiguous
Language responded that prodigious love,
Was to be found in our souls.