Appearance

Wickedly he smiled at all shores,
My mind slipped from another cord.
His cigars with fog of horrors
And his posture of a king’s clan.
Where his shadow casted
Was proclaimed his kingdom.
And his mane wavered with a chaotic roar.
Though such mighty was this Man of Steel,
Such Aura had his Glare,
His words were empty of truth
And his soul lacked a character.
It’s all in the core they say,
I’ve been of bad fortune then
Only have been treated cold
Valour though his appearance shades
Shallow is his Soul.

12 August 2016
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About a Man.

Couldn’t claim him foolish,
For wit was placed on the edge of his  eye.
Old charm eloquent speaker
Had salty remarks dusting his pride.

Clever Dainty gestures for ladies,
Sombre Stately frowns for life.
Indifferent was this Man of Concrete,
And different was his high.

Prestige lay open in his chest
And orderly was his laugh.
A similar taste had his stare,
None could escape his vision fair.

I had but only a single charm,
Of a weak stature and poor dime,
A humble request with an enduring shine.
An only smile to match his pride…….

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Fear of Unknown

Tears drown me at night,
A slight ache I bear all day,
Afternoons rust this restlessness,
And stumbles the scared evening again.

I keep the doors closed,
Though my heart can’t bear this wind,
Nor my trembling thoughts would calm,
Staring across this pettish mind of mine.

Screams empty of voice,
Fills the sanity of my soul,
Still no peeks no cares,
Erase  this fear,
This fear of Unknown.

25 March 2017
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Doubt

Draw curtains of mere suspicion,
Like you’ve always done.
Acquaint me with strange names,
Then link me with some.

Darken these rooms with false charges,
And empty your hate on me.
Strike me with your closed fist,
This amongst hurts me the least.

Your loud allegations,
Rush out the door,
Cling eyes on me
Mere Doubt I bear of Loyalty
And look what I’ve have become to me?

Rust on my paintings.

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Rust on my paintings
Vaguely cries
A fair so sadly
Debts me overpriced
Oblivious to insolent
No gasps of surprise
As the time falls over
Rust on  paintings
Vaguely cries.

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This is my recent painting ‘Delirium’.
[If you want to buy the original or a print contact me]

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Her colors.

She endeavored to erase her fears
Her chastity needed to be firm
Amongst the crowd she craved appreciation
Or a fanciful applaud to endure.

Like a pagan she grew from the soil
But her feets were curdled in froths of dark
Whenever she failed to taste dear victory,
She howled to herself,
She needs her compromising.

But violet were her dreams
And discolored her fractions,
Sour her words
And bitter her artistry.

A girl with a lilac face
Covered in Black History.

Lies

He said,
For when he knows
I’ll be crying
He’ll never choose this day.

Tragedy named
Brutal is this
Fate’s play.

He gambles across his life,
But my smile
Stays at stake,
Heartless is this player,
His promises are fake.

But he comes back with
Apologies and
I succumb for dear life,
Because immoral
Stays his love in me,
Immortal like his lies……..

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Gambling again.

Sublime a curse this fortnight,
A bijou wordplay be spared,
Causality of this sin be overlooked,
I’m falling in love unfair.

A peril custody has escaped,
But shattering delinquent,
Never retires this phase,
Oblivious to this perfidious,
I !might gamble again like always…

Dices thrown over life,
Doth not right be strangled,
Insight of delirium fools again ,
This Winner won,
Contrived my Soul Again.

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8 March 2016.