Hurting, paining

I'm hurting, I'm paining
With your various shenanigans,
With your merry-making without me,
With no import I am hanging
By a threadbare string of hope
That things are tighter than the rope
That binds us, rules us;
May be things were better
Till I discovered your various shenanigans,
Your merry-making till the hours of dawn,
Gosh! I feel like a pawn
On a chessboard,
About to be sacrificed;
No words would suffice
To say how much I'm hurting, I'm paining.

My love

My love you are so cold
For now, your heart warm as gold;
I've fallen in love with you,
My thoughts to you are sold.
I love your smile,
Your laugh so wild,
The purity of your heart
And the nobility of your mind.
My love, I love you so.

My urchin girl

A girl, an urchin girl,
A girl with head full of curls,
A girl of beauty so benign,
A wayward, shifty, Wicked smile.
She danced on a bicycle,
Calling out to me;
I took her in my arms in reverie.
She played truth or dare
With compulsion out of bounds,
With dirt in her hair,
Her mind so sound.
She loved the fruitful cry of nature,
Her life, a veritable adventure.
She gave hugs of glee,
With a laughter so smooth,
She was growing up,
And had lost a tooth.
I wonder where she is now,
My little friend I wonder how
You did the little things you did,
May life be kind to you, God forbid.

Elections

The torrid Sunrays never cease
To build a skin of hardened ease,
The twentieth to the right stops to smile,
Walking onward mile by mile.
The hundredth person sings a song,
With the fiftieth man waiting so long,
The queue goes on and on and On,
The elections are looming,  so long!

Regenesis

Within and without,
giving more than the bout,
alternating to and fro
up and down and about.
What words beseech me?
As you draw thee unto seeing,
with more than words could
crave, our hearts may not relent.
have we lost the war, this holy war,
of words and becomings?
This lovely killing desire of gifts,
this wave of life, from hilt to hilt.
with plumes of varied hues coming,
life is but a fortune of retellings.
weaving gold upon gold,
the colourful existence of being
Is cold and fraught with no
undesirable wickedness,
but a gift to mankind and regenesis.

les esperances

tout ce que tu veut,
tous Mes aspirations,
tous mes inheritances,
tous les esperances,
nous imaginons,
nous formons les regles,
de les jeux,
de tout ce que tu veut.

repaired

Life  in a forested hamlet,
broken but beyond,
life is there,
life is here,
I am near,
going on as tides summit,
in this wild town
of desire,
love conquers,
peace prevails,
time stops,
In this hamlet.