Forgive me

 Oh please forgive me my misgivings

Born of the dirge of flowing air

Where summer had once seemed searing

And where winter lacked a flare.

I come from lands unknown to you

I see what should be hidden

I speak languages you would ache to hear

So please forgive me my misgivings.

I hurt myself and others when

My mind plays tricks on me

I seek absolution by the hour 

And the forgiveness of my misgivings by the minute.

I love like there is no tomorrow

Reality is calming and free

But really my mind gets steeped in sorrow

So please forgive me my misgivings.

I seek succour like I'd imagined I'd give

I ache more than I would like

Vindicated now, rising again

Please forgive me my misgivings.

fighting to be sane

Your name pops up in my heart;

Do I want you back? God no! 

Then why oh why would my mind start

On with you when I lost you at the word go? 

I seek not one so Prophetic, just a kind soul

To share my pain of hallucinations long gone

As one fighting to be sane. 

your aged self

Your aged self, your sweet lined face

Remind me that years are running out

As you savour delicacies I would willingly

Provide; your aged self your aged vigour, 

Your crankiness, your backbreaking tethers

You lay out for me to be with you;

May I age as you do. 

on a hot summer day

On a hot summer day

What would I do for cool breeze

The kind that rings symphony in your ears

And your nerves does tease. 

What would I do on a hot summer day

To have the vigour of youth

The kind that when you trudge ahead

Means a gallop for one without tooth. 

What would I do on a hot summer day

For a splash of cool icy water

To have all the garments that mean chill

And for very my own sceptre. 

tormented twit

In the night your silhouette satisfies, 

In the daytime your visions falsify, 

If I were but a real tormented twit

I wouldn't seek you but staying tormented

I visualise all I would all I could, 

A real tormented twit. 

For the sake of

I love for the sake of loving

Live for the sake of living

Think for the sake of thinking

My whole life at stake

I feel for the sake of feeling 

Miss for the sake of missing

Be for the sake of being

One with the universe

I see for the sake of seeing. 

Trudging along

 As I trudge along the dullery of life

Securing my belongings and my fief

I transform to become something more

Each day whether on a desert or by the bay.

As I see no beauty or no fascination 

In a magpie's call, or no renunciation

In a flat monk's hall, As all I sought as special

Falls low on the scale I sight no dolphin nary a whale.

As life comes calling with the same mundane chores

I seek little but a broad vision I hold,

Making my way through the drudgery and dullery

I become happier, lovelier and more secure.