Buddhe

Oh well-adorned, not wanting more raiments,

You talk as though you have seen all aliments,

Yet you taste not viands, or anything macabre,

And people slay you with tooth and sabre. 

To seek your way must it mean

That I must also always glean

The virtues that you have accumulated 

And see forth what today has prepared?

Your mind still, your eyes at peace,

How do you seek the way oh great one!

moon-filled day

On a moon-filled night as today,

Life still and placid by the waterway,

The reflection of a silver waxed coin

I wade in through and try to catch.

But this is no moon of yesterday

All elegant and arm's fully wide,

The water has rippled and I have shaken,

Now it seems like such a moonless night.

A friendship lost

A friend you are, friends are we

But you chose her over me

For this small journey.

I gaze into the past 

When all I have known

Is that friendships do last

And you are never alone.

A love that has gone

As the waves disappear,

A love never to keep

So never to adhere

To, friends that are lost

Because you chose her

Over me, what is what was

That new friends I call near.

A life of beliefs

This game of life and the way it plays
Is all about the beliefs we hold in our stead;
We think a little thing and believe
And that becomes our destiny.
For once I thought I'd like a shoulder to lean on,
A love to nurture and a voice to hear songs,
I got that and now lo and behold
This belief was not fully tapestered,
I realise that today because all I do now
Is lean on his shoulders and frown,
So now I believe I will take the future by storm
And accept no defeat come sun or cloud.
But does every belief have a black hole
And a silver lining together, I havent been told.
But I'll work and believe in myself from today,
That's more worthy a thought, what say?

Worn

Nobody understands my pain
And it seems that it would only rain,
Your pride don't you see how it kills me,
Your restless banter, your shouting and screams.
I wish this brain had not gone so numb,
From being treated harshly and so dumb,
I wish only you had understood when I was born
That I am different then I wouldn't be so torn.
My parents desires are not my own,
A great teacher once to me told,
But my kin burden me with desires so
That I am numb and dumb and oh so worn.

Proposal

I am excited thoroughly
As you make this proposal to me,
But I've missed the bus now
As without me the spectacle must go on.
Your lover, your friend departs
And in her stead I come in,
What's the point of this theatrical piece
And all this dancing and this singing?

By the vegetable market

I see you by the street side
Vegetables and flowers before us;
You ignore me as if your heart had cried,
I must have caused this suffering I'm sure.
I can't cry anymore but I'm trying to be kind,
As for the reasons, them I cannot find;
I wish we could hug as before and take
Some vegetables for the lunch you would make.
I'm sorry I cut you off,
We are strangers now.
It's 9 PM.
Too late to be by the vegetable market.