Anew

You feel like
the warm tingles of a relationship that has gone by
with liquorice hints of something that once
was altogether beautiful and captivating;

It is not easy to get used to someone new;
similarly difficult to get used to someplace new.

But promising it is:
the telltale signs are all there amongst
the paintings on the wall and the music
playing in the backdrop.

What?

Get your long boat at bay
Let it gently float away
You may find it another day
Perhaps just not today;

Give it a slight tuck
That’ll give it some luck
If it makes it out good
Maybe it’ll fix your mood;

If you know not where it goes
Neither will I come close
Maybe if you look hard and far
It may appear just under the bar;

So there is a rhyme to this
Yet the content is no jizz
Even if it works a meter or two
Is it still not up for the rue?

This is so bad
It makes me sad
Alone in a room
Nothing to loom;

I’m clearly not in control
I can only watch it unfold
So why not watch the show
Catch the waves in high and low?

Press play
Set up a relay
Motion in reverse
Make the scene perverse;

What?
The End.

Skinny Love

I’m in disbelief really
You loved that song with all
Yet I’ve never heard it before
It is my fault then surely?

I hear the song
I read the lines
I feel the pain
I think of you;

Now that you’re faithfully his
I can’t put a rhyme to this
It’s too painful for a meter
The words don’t even matter;

Will you read the words I write
Or will things never again be right?

(The song in question here is Skinny Love. Both Bon Iver and Birdy versions are so raw and hits hard in soft places, albeit in different ways)

Man In The Mirror

“Play time is over buddy, time to start living life,” He told the person straight in the face.

He didn’t really like what he was seeing, or the vibes he was picking up from that person.

He could detest the person, but he knew he could never bring himself to do so.

He has a duty to love the person, a duty to protect him to the very end, to be there with him till the end of the line. He has to stand with him even if the whole world forsakes him.

That faithful morning he said those words to his best friend, there was no one else in the toilet with him…

Except the man in the mirror.

The Storm

As things get messier
A turbulence ensues
That sweeps the lining
Right off the bed cover

Leaving everything under
Exposed with a stench
A sight so gruesome
Even the Joker looks away;

There is no order
Underneath this disorder
Only chaos beneath
An unlikely cover;

Smile at me for awhile
As I clean up the mess
Or salvage whatever
If there is anything left;

Maybe the storm hasn’t started
Perhaps there is hope as yet.