By mine hands
Let thy small neck be squeezed,
Then I can minister onto thee
Not to wish that pain
To match a quarter fold
Of that which mine heart
Endureth from thy games.

Mine eyes unleash globules
And beam by the thought of thee.
And mine mind loathes the love
Mine heart hath for thee
But shall not survive
One day and one night
Dislodged the love of thee.

I shall pronounce thee master illusionist
For thy dextrous deeds in the world of love
Where say you this
And I see and perceive that.
The consequences of thy actions
Hath made mine invisible world
Show in mirror
And joy is ever elusive
With demanding patience.


Do Unto Another

A kitten plays
Trying hard to catch its tail
As in our different hearts
Love entertains itself.

I am with a fine maid,
Staying in the life of a fine gentlewoman
And coveting another maid
With a charm to command my heart
Bestowed on her by an unseen glory.
Sadly, she never spies even my shadow.

All I own I waste on the fine gentlewoman in sight,
A path of sad smiles,
A narrow spot where I shall
Not be too arid of joy in muddy agitation.

In the silent dark
When benign dreams become nightmares,
My gape eyes wish
The sight of the head in the pillow next to me was another’s
But my love she marooned.
This cup of cellar I possess
Shall not pass untasted
Ergo, all tenderness I boast I confer
On the lucky head next to unlucky me
As I’d have wished another do unto me.


Dives divers
Do not relax their lids
For fear of a simple end,
Keeping gape eyes night to night day after day
And watching every second secured every night to dawn.
I’m poor not because I love sleep too much,
I sleep too much not because I’m lazy.

The biblical Hercules
Had the root of his thew
Shorn in deep sweet slumber,
He fell in sleep.

The kingdom of Troy
Faced the worst terror
Of the calamity of the love of Paris
Just to be astonished in the time of sleep
By the admitted Trojan horse,
Great little Troy fell in sleep.

Some forgone greats may have stumbled and fallen in sleep,
And the treasures of this world may reside in the arms of the awake
But I shall not be scared to sleep.
It is fudge as pronounced by love.
My vision of you and me as one is why;
An impalpable reality
That churns love from my empty life.

Why shall I be a slave of treasures of this world?
Treasures I can’t take with me to my grave.
I would rather be a slave to eternal love,
Why shall I fear a stumble in sleep?
I would rejoice hallelujah!!
My sweet dream shall be over;
I shall be with you forever.
I care not of the liaison of sleep, poverty and death,
For there the impalpable shall become palpable
And the palpable, impalpable;
A state I’d prefer since my sense of perception rejects the real things.

No Comebacks

Even a happen in the past in this day
Or last night’s dream lingering
In the realm of reality today
By the strike of realization is still unique.

The day you first saw light,
The morning of your fifth birthday,
The first stumble of your heart into the pit of love
Through to the day life climaxes
You’ll never see the last Tuesday in the next Tuesday.
No more shall you descry seasons that have come and gone,
And not another time shall you see
Seasons of the present when they are extinguished
And those yet to come and go.

Don’t hope to,
For indifferent time shall do you no such favour.
Just look how hard you work in his name,
Still the stipend you get is what you get.
He is cold and hasn’t any time to waste either,
Forever sleepless why should he let you?

He has made every single second a measured treasure,
Every moment you breathe is sixty times over golden and unrepeated,
And he has mouldered life into a one way route to eternity.

There only are look-backs not comebacks.
For such reason,
You may live wisely, smile and regret little in your look-backs
Or live foolishly and weep and rue copiously
And hope for a comeback in you look-backs.


No narrow to escape,
Sentenced to love by fate
For an offence of livingimages 1
To a deep confinement
With many corners to explore
And get lost.

Behind the insurmountable bars of passion,
In this place, the clock’s hands are blunt.
An emancipating enthrallment
Where only those adopted
By death are free.

Content and lucky as some feel to be there,
Deluded and born without luck
Some others want impossible freedom
But old wit can find them no way out
For it is a wiser permanent justice.
Stray luck only can or may,
Still freedom will be soiled by scarring memories.

There shall never be a narrow to escape,
Tightly freed
And sentenced to love by fate
For an offence of living
To a deep confinement
With myriad corners to explore
And get lost.

Blue Forever

Hope rationed me some joy
That a blue one like me shall be a lucky boy.
With every ounce of my capacity
I searched for a perfect conjugal felicity.
I knew a perfect love was all I needed to be rich
And I stretched every length to reach.
My sweet mother laughed at my ambition
And engaged my young mind;
“Son, you can’t fill a basket no matter
How much water you pour into it”.
For most of my short earthly eternity
I was determined to be happy
So my heart laboured and bruised its hands
In search of a glitter in the dirt.

They say there is a star for everyone
And that one star I found,
The brightest I could see in the galaxy
But that beauty may have settled only on my eyes.
Hope rationed me some joy
And a lucky boy I’d become.

Sweat and blood had flowed
Just for the hope of joy to fly;
My search and her wait
Had different aspirations
And the more I poured water into the basket
The more the water disappeared.
She is my perfect mismatched love
That banished my life’s ambition
From the realm of reality.

Flight Attempt

The pain of love preached by
Poetry I have read,
Ghastly words passing at Wuthering Heights,
The resounding notes of music,index5
And even the caution of my mother
Have deceived me to reside in safe risk.

The given vision I had of love –
A remorseless fiend that will torment me for all eternity
Had me trying to evade the shine
And heat of the sun on a bare desert.

My thoughts might be weak
But caged in my heart are intense cares
Searching for an exit in my vision,
This caged vitamin in my heart is becoming a poison.
It is time for me to forsake safe risk
And embrace risky safety.
Though my maker did not coopt me wings
I’ll jump the high end and attempt a flight.

I shall crash at the land,
I know that;
But I shall float awhile
And be flying just before I crash.