Sunday, July 10, 2005

sonnet : no title

I feel for you what is hard to describe,
It comes from this place I may call my heart,
Keep this parchment for on it I inscribe
Some thoughts I leave you before we must part,
My love for you flows as it knows no end,
My commitment to you will never wane,
We will be together, we will not bend,
Our ties to each other as strong as cane,
Fate brought us together, love pulled us close,
Apart we will be but the love remain,
As prove I give you these words I compose
I trust you with them, this blood from my vein,
Fourteen months apart, I will remain true,
I love you dearly, tell me you will too.

Written on or around 10 July 2005

Saturday, May 14, 2005

A Perfect Fit

Day by day I watch time pass,
I know for sure our love will last,
Even as I lodge in his country of Brits,
You will forever be my perfect fit.

There's 22 days more left to wait,
Before the dawning of the date,
I can hardly wait to be by your side,
To bask in the love that you provide.

I send you but a little bit,
A card not mine, some words I writ,
Beyond time and space I'm sure you admit,
That.... We Are A Perfect Fit

Monday, March 07, 2005

Bored during lectures

If I were a witch a spell I'd cast,
For her mouth to bleed and her heart to rust,
For her bladder to fill and flow with pus,
And last of all for her voice to crust.

The more she talks the worse she'll feel,
It'll start by her feeling just a little ill,
No tree or leaf will help her heal,
No herb or drug, no miracle pill.

At first she'll think she's got the scurvee,
But no fruit can help, no vitamin cee,
Her heart will be afflicted with an unknown malady,
It will go hot and cold, and the inside - rusty.

A U-T-I she will next beget,
The pain she feels she will never forget,
At the end of the day, she'll really regret,
The day she came and made me see red.

Alas. It is only a tale I tell,
For I am no witch and can cast no spell,
Her voice intrudes like a loud clanging bell,
But all I can do is wait out this hell.


I want to be a ghost

  I mask my words but rarely my face When I wish to speak it’s never the place My words my politics you’ll never embrace If I wait for...