Yearning

Time and tide wait for none,

They say.

True,

And it hurts.

Moments with you, 

Unmistakably piquant.

Memories woven around you, 

Undeniably sublime.

Yet, the pigs did fly.

I walk alongside solitude now.

Whilst, you beside another.

This another, He is yours.

Now, and forever.

Something billows from within.

A yearning.

A yearning for you.

if I said, 'I love you'

if I said, 'I love you',

will you ravish me with assent?

 or propel me back into dreadful gloom,

  with fantasies dispelled?

if I said, 'I love you',

 will you choke me with glee,

  in this void of suffering?

if I said, 'I love you',

 would you lock me in embrace?

  and let the hues of bliss,

   rain down on me?

if I said, 'I love you',

 would you wonder it were bona fide?

  or deny me a simpleton,

   amidst the cosmos?

if I said, 'I love you', today?

 will you reckon it, tomorrow?

if I said, 'I love you',

 would you hold my hand,

  until the sun ages old,

  and the stars turn cold?

if I said, 'I love you',

 will you love me once & for all?

  and all for once?

if I said, 'I love you',

 what would you do?

struck.

we lay abreast

the world forgotten

vanity bleeding

for love struck us

o'

ever so gentle!

Love is misery. But not being in love, is misery too. *sigh* 

as the sun sets..

angels drone overhead

their harps entertaining,

the gods stand witness

to a primeval ceremony,

two nervous hearts

eager to unite,

comfort attained

with hands clasped,

a time of

bliss & serenity beckoning,

and lo!

a kiss.

our first, kiss.

LoVe & HaTe

                                            L ustful & divine, to some
                                 O dious & demonic, to others
                                 V ices & vanity, burn
                                 E xistence without, unbeknownst
                                                   
                                                    &

                                 H avoc & sin, it breeds
                                 A nguish & death, it screams
                                 T ruth & tears, drown
                                 E xistence with, celebrated



Another of the miserable attempts with an acrostic poem. *sigh*

~ Butterfly ~

  

     

B utterfly, oh Butterfly

U nambiguously alluring are ye

T ête-à-tête with a prospering flower

T hy azure hues ever so lambent

E mulous thee soar for a drink of light

R apturously bound I am

F an 'em halcyon wings

L et thine soul hymn oft

Y ank thy blues and fly.

My [rather miserable] attempt with an acrostic poem. Oh well, fly butterfly, fly!!!

[Acrostic - poem where the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph or other recurring feature in the text spells out a word]

Kus mij

Kus mij
Cushy & gentle
Kus mij
Raw & wild

Kus mij
Slimy & clumsy
Kus mij
Dry & graceful

Kus mij
Under picture perfect skies
Kus mij
Under the storm tempest

Kus mij
And drive me to frenzy
Kus mij
And leave me limp with defeat

Kus mij
Like there is no tomorrow
Kus mij
Like never before

Kus mij
Make me forget
What it felt to be alone
Kus mij
Make me remember
What it felt to be in love

Kus mij
Hear my heart groove
Kus mij
See my eyes sparkle

Kus mij
Feel the world deflate
Kus mij
Feel our world bloat

Kus mij
Cos you are mine
Kus mij
Cos I am yours

Kus mij.

"Kus Mij" is Dutch for "Kiss Me". Kisses anyone?

Couldn't let you...

And so our
Cohesion
Is Broken
The love is
Lost
Never to be
Found
Lost Without
You
Lost without
Me
Lost into
Eternity
Laughter we alloted
Reduced
To a mere
Reverberation
In the rear
Of my
Head
Your bitter decomposing
Cadaver
On the floor
You
A mere chimera
In my meaningless
Life
Times we spent
Together
Washed away
Like blood stains
On the floor
The world in
Slumber
Unaware of thy
Death
No one cared
Apart from
Me
But
Couldn't let you
Go
Couldn't let you
Live
For someone else
This my
Stimulus
To stab thy
Heart
With a knife
Cos I
Couldn't let you
Ail
For anyone
But Me
And me
Alone.

PS: The final sequel to the trilogy series of a relationship. Visit Part II here!

Deception

Advocates of
Romance
You and I
Envy to
All of humanity
We were
Then
The Storm came
Thundering
The moon
Eclipsed
And the night
Blackened
All by
A single doing
Deception
Love
Has fallen
From grace
Stabbed
By a
Knife
Fabricated out of
Thy love
Bleeding within
My heart
Ripped in two
Absolution
You craved
I granted
A question is
Prayed
WHY?
Why the
Deception
True was
I
And yet so
Blind...

PS: Part II of the trilogy series. How is this going to end? Keep guessing. If you haven't read Part I, click here!

How Do I love Thee?

She lies dormant
Beside me
A heavenly apparition
Certain to drive
Roman goddesses
Green with envy
Her ebony hair
All fluttered
Cheeks, milky and undisturbed
Lips like Cherry Wine
A Venus dimple on her chin
Skin, tender
As a new-born
Her slender curves
Accentuated
By her skin tight gown
Her breathing slow
But Steady
She wakes
To a familiar sight
A grin
She lets out a smile
Like a soft, white cloud
It melts my heart
At twenty paces
She drifts in to my arms
The Soft fragrance of her hair
Dissipates times of
Quite isolation
Pulling her self
To my ear
She whispers
Three words
Three words that
Bought me back
From after-life
OH
How Do I love Thee?
How much more?


PS: A series on how relationships begin all gracious & gay, only to end in hate & remorse. Part I.

The "BODKIN"

The "BODKIN" goes by many names, but I simply prefer the word "BODKIN" (for obvious reasons). Existence of "BODKIN" dates to the antediluvian times of our forefathers & theirs. And I would be wrong if I say the "BODKIN” wouldn’t live longer. Well that is, if Armageddon doesn't happen first!

"BODKIN" lurks everywhere, well hidden from the outside world. It evokes a plethora of emotions; sometimes malice, sometimes outré & at times, simply piquant! Life without it, is inconceivable (you got that right). Be warned of the spasmodic "eruptions" that also incidentally happens in public (a real shame I tell you!). The "BODKIN" needs no coaxing per se. No sir! A tickle & the "BODKIN" shows how "tactful" it can be. And its this "tactful" nature of the "BODKIN" that compels it to perform the most superfluous & outrageous of acts!! As an atonement, the "BODKIN" endures jail time, takes a beating & in some religions is just "CUT OFF", literally (no sympathies here; not from me either). Pooh man.

It’s funny how the "MASTERS" to the "BODKIN" allow them selves to be cajoled to such paroxysm of "excitement"! Yes. Every BODKIN has his very own MASTER. Am I MASTER to one too? Ay. But I take pride in giving my self virtual airs when I say; my BODKIN has never left his "housing", hitherto (and hopefully will not, until it is time). I am no angel my self, but what is done in the name of "BODKIN"-hood is beyond atrocity multiplied infinity times & I am by far, far, far better than any one who does try to!

So here's to all those Douche bags who can't restrict their "BODKIN" to their "housings"!!!

:P pftttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt (big time)

May the faggots & maggots of hell feast upon your puny soul!!!

P.S:

Owing to the "incomprehensibility" to the gist of this post, I thought it would be better if I'd drop in a clue, just one. And here it is:

Read "BODKIN"-hood as "MAN"-hood! :>