Monday, July 18, 2011
do they speak english in what?
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
When the sun un-hides
Dark clouds cause rain,
Dark clouds are tough and when it smothers you,
It forces you to wallow in the pain
Dark clouds are bereft of soul
Dark clouds are dark and when you can’t see,
the darkness seems cruel
Dark clouds kill hope
Dark clouds are dense and when it strangles your heart,
it feels like you can’t cope
Dark clouds are angry,
Dark clouds are fiery and when it thunders,
all you want to do is bury
But it is also true that dark clouds don’t last forever
Saturday, February 19, 2011
A Beautiful Day
The tables are a-glitter in sunshine,
The umbrellas fluttering sublimely,
Sitting by myself in a café, contemplating life,
The only person I want to be with is ME
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Digits
From across the bar, when our eyes met
I knew in an instant, that the scene was set
For us to tango into discovering each other.
When you said you liked Shakespeare
I said OMG! I *heart* King Lear,
And my heart beat quickened a bit (just a bit),
We talked about cars, wars and beatniks
And even supported the right party in politics,
This is unreal I thought.
I wanted time to stand still,
If only I could, with all my will,
But you had to leave. Sigh. “Call me” you said,
and on my extended palm you wrote your number,
I knew I’d dream about you in my slumber
(and, of our dozen babies, ofcourse)
Soon after, I decided to leave too,
But not before making a quick stop at the loo
All the while my heart was smiling.
I turned on the water to make my hands clean,
Don’t yell at me, it was a matter of hygiene,
I wasn’t thinking ok?
I couldn’t believe it, all I could do was stare,
No remnant of you, my palm was bare,
Unfortunately, it seems like we were never meant to be.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Proximity
Friday, November 12, 2010
True Love
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Dinner was nice
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Guilty!
Guilty!
Yes , your honour, I killed her, I killed my wife,
Quite simple really, I used her own kitchen knife,
I find that funny don’t you?,
What’s the matter? I swear its all true.
You see that knife was a present, it was given to us,
At our wedding I think, or may be it was Christmas.
I suppose you’d all want to know why,
Hold on judge, methinks that woman there, could do with a good cry.
I Had had a bad day, you see I was fired,
And she refused to make tea,,I got angry,,, guess I was a wee tired,
Anyhow, “ make it yerself” she bellowed, “you can can’t you?”
She had to die judge,by god , The woman was cuckoo!,
I drove the knife through her heart, I’m sure she suffered no pain,
Why, look you all, I know what you think, you think I’m insane!
Kind of like officer Brady, he was aghast at what I had done,
He was eating doughnuts, he really should have offered me one!
Coming back to where I was, you ought not to let me me digress,
I cleaned all the blood and gore, for I detest making a mess,
I left her on the kitchen floor, I left her lyin’ there,
Made me tea ofcourse and drank it without a care,
I then walked to the station, I had no intention of getting away,
I was too weary to run, not after such a rough day!
I told the officer, I committed a crime, told him I killed her,
But he wouldn’t believe me, “you ‘fessin to murder?”
That’s all your honour, it was just a simple row,And if you have no further questions, I’d like to step down now