Second Best

Over the raptures

And over the thirst

Jumped the other

And he came in first.

Almost there

Yet truly unreckoned

Today he grieves

For coming in second.

Blessed is not Steel

When in joy, he jumps the moon
Give him pain, and he cries soon
Love resides in his heart,
For he is not alone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!


Speck in the eye, she does rinse
Pierce her heart, she will wince
An orgasm in the making,
Is spelt in the moan.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

Hurt his love, and he cries foul
Anger him, to hear him growl
For every known emotion,
A different baritone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

A loved one can bring a smile
A broken heart, mends in a while
For blood and flesh are we,
Alive to the very bone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

To react to things, is life's li'l loan,
This lack of sobriety, do not bemoan
Treasure the pain,
And treasure the groan.
For Blessed is not Steel!
And Blessed is not Stone!

Come to me, I ask of you,
Hurt you I will, and that is true.
The pain I will feel,
But no sin to atone.
For neither are you Steel,
Nor are you Stone!

(Dedicated to NC)

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Blank and hard,
Her glare at me lay.
Behind it all,
Emotions chiseled in clay.

Stoic of nature,
This vibrant creature.
Hold her tight,
And she melts without a fight.

She tried but wept,
As the emotions crept.
To shoot his memories with a gun,
Was easier said than done.

(Inspired by KM)

Dance in the moonlight

I held her hands,
And drew her close.
I held in my lips,
A big red rose.

Swayed to the left,
And swayed to the right.
With her in my arms,
I could dance all night.

Circled each other,
And whirled her around.
Held her close,
Lifted her off the ground.

Her form perfect,
As though of clay.
The big red rose,
In her lips now lay.

(Inspired by KM)

The SMS

So much beauty,
In one little song.
My little cutie,
And her message long.
So early in the morning,
When the birds begin to throng.
Of her I was dreaming,
Oblivious of her little song.

(Inspired by KM)

When she watches over...

When they are hurt,
Those who weep.
The value of love,
They know, its deep.
When I look not,
These emotions creep.
And off my feet,
Me they sweep.
Because of her,
I leap in faith.
And miles to go,
Before I sleep.

(Dedicated the the Late ADA)

The Prophecy

Strong winds and gale,

Yet she, hearty and hale.

Betrayed by love,

This little white dove,

A display of gut,

She, always the tough nut.

Touched upon the shores of hell,

Depths unknown by the deepest well.

Yet she stood firm and straight,

Owned her mistakes without blaming fate.

Love and hate, all blind confusion,

Nothing she did would relieve the tension.

The hurt she had borne,

Apart she was torn.

Yet not a word of blame,

After all, this was no game.

Not a stain on the canvas of posterity,

For today, she saw life with clarity.

She took it all in her stride.

For no one cared if she wept or cried.

Or so she thought.

But again, such was the case not.

A road had been built,

Rising above the dirt and the filth.

The path had been laid,

Attention to it, I wish she had paid.

And to this very riddle,

Her fate shall play second fiddle.

(Dedicated to KJ)