Fearful Courage

The street was silent but of footfall,
On the cold gravel it resounds
A dark, deep melancholic call,
That the bravest of hearts it pounds.
From fear, the blood rushes fast
And through the veins it freezes
To keep an ephemeral phase in a cast
And dismiss away time’s leases.
The pounding heart do thud
Like a sweating hound it pants
The pearls perspire to drop on mud
And seep away like shriveling ants. 
A silhouette appears on the wall,
And the man harbors in his coat
Afraid of a shadow so huge and tall
Disappears the boldness he was taught.
And as he pursuits some sanctuary
He scuffles and helplessly slumps around
To find that he is along with vulnerability 
That nothing from it will help him unbound.

Iceberg Lover

My lover is like an iceberg so cold and so frozen

So white against the sky and amidst the vast ocean.
He hides himself beneath icy, dark water
And reveals nothing but of himself a quarter!

My lover is a man with a redbrick heart

For nothing can budge it, no even a quick dart.
Try as I may to sway him my way
I am always met with much much dismay!

No red lingerie nor lighted candle

Can make him run to me and his lust handle.
Ha! Tell me what lust am I blabbing about
For he does nothing but my heart fizzle out.

Exotic dances, words full of need

Are nothing to him and are useless indeed.
All that matters is his magic tube
A ball, a drink and his best dude.

The bed at nights looks pleasingly inviting

And surely will make tonight more exciting.
So I lay down, my heart full of hope
My lover comes around and on the bed flops!

I wait next to him for a touch of his hands

For an embrace or a sweet kiss that on my lips lands.
Yet delusions are cruelly and quickly broken down
As his loud snores fill the room and reach the town!

Yet I try to snuggle in the embrace of his arm

But his hand comes down at me and swiftly breaks the charm.
His elbow sticks out like a battering ram
As I toss around and swear my luck ‘God Damn”!

My lover is an iceberg working undercover

For nothing gets him to act like a proper lover!
He’s an old aged bore that’s arid and dry
While I wait for long and then ‘I quit’ I cry!

Mr Ego Man

He tries to balance his big, egged head
On narrow shoulders and weak bone
And scrabble and topple he does instead
And from his status he is pettily thrown.

He thinks he is almighty and so great
When he is nothing but a bug on the wall
His brain is a thin and white slate
And his words nothing but an empty drawl.

He swaggers and struts his being around
As if he is the king of the world.
When in truth he is nothing but an ugly hound
That should be shot and to the dump hurled!

It’s sad, it’s bad that he gets to rule
With nothing but his riches and conceit
But it has become the norm for a fool
To be at the top and people mistreat.

How come people of no culture
With no class and no good breed
People who are more like vultures
Get to on our pride cruelly stampede?

‘Tis worrisome when a man of no sense
A man who is more like a hollow tree
A man who has become obsolescence
To whom hands are held up in a plea.

‘Tis poignant to see people bend down on knees
To gain a living and their master please
And bend their necks in hopes for the bastard
To give them his blessings as he foresees.

What has become of the human race
That acts more like cattle in a herd
And to the stick themselves debase
And follow rules however absurd!

Get up woman! Get up man!
For you don’t need your soul to trade
To the old nick who has a plan
To control you with a spade and a blade!

Life’s too short to dwell on matters
That add no value to your simple life
Get up, stand straight from beneath the batters
And your ugly master face with much strife!

For tell me, friend, what will you earn
From crouching beneath your unjust lord?
Stand my friend before your pride he churns
Head held up high, honor restored.

Colors of Life

The street of life is full of colors
Some you like more than others
Some are dark, some are light
But none of them are enough bright.

The dark ones pass me grudgingly and slow

Eyeing us, sizing us with stares so low.
Light ones hop by with a stride
Happily enjoying the long, short ride.

Then there are the ones in the middle
That make the brain fall into a riddle
For at times they are dark like the night
At others glowing like daylight.

White strolls by with radiance in the air

Trying to make everything so fair.
It balances the hands of the scale
Trying to evilness on the ground nail.

Unlike black that stumps around

And with its darkness all is drowned.
It smears and smudges all our hope
And with its hands our life it grope.

The yellow comes in bright and sleek

And from it jealousy quickly leak.
It looks so bright but hides much spite
For all who are better and upright.

Orange is zesty and full of vigor

And life it makes much much bigger.
It jumps, it dances, it does much play
It reluctantly wants to end the day.

Blue is tranquil and so calm
That your soul it smoothly balm.
It soothes down your weary soul
That life has taken away and stole.

Yet red is fiery as it jumps everywhere
Leaving us weary of all wear and tear.
It adds some zest to your droning life
It amuses your life from all its strife.

Green is peaceful and so much giving

It pours its riches on all its living.
Yet it can burn under a lot of heat
So be sure the green no to mistreat.

While brown is prudent and much wise

That opens our eyes onto much disguise.
Its ways are many that it teaches
And with much calm it quietly preaches.

Pink is bubbly, pink is young
Pink puts hope in our hearts for long.
Yet pink is childish and its softness a pain
And at many times it is much too vain.

Purple is old and mature
And of all his steps he is so sure.
It is seductive, full of lust
And in its crevices you’re deeply thrust.

The colors of life are plenty indeed
Some you want and some you need.
The colors of life can your life crown
So wear with pride like a colorful gown!

Cowardly Stealth

Footsteps sounded down the street
Two shadows danced on the gravel to meet
And with much stealth they each other greet
And in the ears whispered words discreet.

It was dark for it was night
And tiptoed they did, ever so light
Tense muscles moving, ever so tight
Their faces with fright were so white!

But move on they did, yes, they did
And behind a black door they quietly hid
Slowly, carefully their shoes they rid
For it was a dangerous game they bid.

A while later they opened the door
And slowly, silently they tread on the floor
From a distance came a roaring snore
That sounded more like a wild, wild boar!

The safe lay behind a huge canvas
That sported some ugly, vulgar actress
From which her eyes poured so much malice
At the two ungrateful gangsters!

The safe was small and ever so plain
It surged open without much brain
And in fistfuls the safe was quickly drained
For a few seconds again and again!

The two figures scurried down the hall
Their shadows dancing on the bare wall
And down the window they smoothly crawl
And unto the ground with a thud they fall!

The lord of the house with a jerk awoke
And with a quick swish put on his cloak
Outside he ran and passed the old oak
And beneath the window saw two broken folk!

He looked at them with much surprise
He could not fathom what lay beneath his eyes
For there on the floor huddled two of his guys
Who with much regret filled the air with their cries!

But alas, yes alas, for it was too late
For the lord’s being was brimming with hate
His face turned red his eyes dilate
For his fury was vast, his rage too great!


“You ungrateful scoundrels” he ranted and raved!
His hands in the air he furiously waved
At the two men who greatly misbehaved
And were about to be thrown and caged!

“Mercy, mercy” they pleaded with their lord
As he came forward with a shining sword
And with a loud voice he screamed and roared
“You think I will let you go for a reward?”

The two men lay on the ground
The lord stood above and at them he frowned
They were hopeless for no one was around
No light, no movement and no sound.

Second after second slowly passed
No sword came surging at them so fast
The lord at them looked with eyes so glassed
With tears and pain he wearily asked,

“You steal why the hand that feeds
The hand that gives you all your needs
Is this your response to my good deeds?
Why make my heart with grievance bleed?”

The two men looked up in disgrace
At the lord with sadness in his face
They stood shakily and their lord embrace
Trying to find in his heart a place.

The lord, the father, with weariness said
“I have always this day dread”
As he shook from side to side his head
And stepped back from the embrace instead.

The two men then were left alone
For they were now truly disowned
From their lord and all he owned
Oh, yes they were wretchedly to the cold thrown.

What made us ponder such an act?
What made us with our lord break the pact?
And go forward and his home sack!
Yes we deserve every slap he smacked!

The two shadows dragged down the road
To where they came from, to their lowly abode
Their voices mute, hearts with a heavy load
They sagged their way, empty stealth they towed!

Reproach of a Weary Woman

A gust of wind from the west
Blew at my thick and coarse scarf
For I might in the end be blessed
And my free will not to dwarf

The scarf blows left, the scarf blows right

Trying to escape the grips of man
The winds tugs but the scarf sits tight
Terrified of a sinister plan!

The patriarch from his pedestal sneers

At every lady with free flowing hair
And with red wax her name he smears
Yet not restraining his insolent stare!

So confusing are his beliefs!
For at one hand he spews and preaches
Yet again and again he quickly reliefs
Himself of stiff morals and empty speeches!

Since when is piousness by appearance measured

And goodness by the length of my skirt?
And tell me, thy lord, why my hair is treasured
Yet with much dogma my soul is hurt?

Please tell me why you get to rule us

You get to tell us how to act
And taboos you create and make a fuss
And what is fiction you turn to fact!

So please my lord stop this juvenile act

For we are tired of thy crap
And let us live free willed and unbound
Of all thy blabbering and senseless yap!!

Shackles of My Tormentor

Shackles shackles on my hands
A jangle and rattle of his keys
Trying to banish me of these lands
Trying to throw me on my knees. 


Darkness, fogginess in my eyes
Blackening, darkening my sweet life.
Spiteful words full of despise
That sever my soul with a sharp, jagged knife!

A box-like cell to which I am thrown

On the floor to lay and moan
And while the king snickers from his throne
I try to stand on broken bone.

But I do stand and my journey persists

To reach my right and hold it in my grips
And ignore whatever slap on the wrists
Even if it’s sharp even if it slits.

Let my blood wash away their sins

As they try to slaughter my dearest kin
For a day will come that’ll snatch their grin
And make them skeletons bared of their skin!

When I die I will rise above all pains
Above all destitute, above all chains
And I will be on top of my game
While they their life try to regain!

Courting Infidelity

A laugh, a smile, a twinkle in the eye

A lean forward with a yearning  sigh
A wave of the hand and a brush of the hair
A wanting so bad for the passion in the air.


Footsteps going up, giggles sounding low
A stumble on the stairs and tumble falls the beau
She waves her hand ‘come forward my love’
And he fumbles as he stands to follow his lusty dove.

                                                                                    

Running down the corridor they collide then float apart
Till they reach a door and thump- thump goes his heart.
She reaches forward and the golden knob turns
To find themselves amidst darkness along with their yearn

A yearning so passionate so full of lust
As he trails his hand down her full and rounded bust
His fingers trace her full pouty lips
Her hand his chest with force she grips
And with much rage his shirt she rips!


Button after button is undone with heat
With fervor they surge open
And fall down her feet
And on the ground they lay some round and some broken!


They stand face to face all nude but with grace
They stare eye to eye
And fall into an embrace
With moans so loud, so blasting, so high
That pierce the air and the silence they defy!

And as they sport their hungry passion
The door surges open and their faces turn ashen
The husband circles them as they lay on the floor
And with his foot he shuts and bangs the door!


The slender rifle at the beau’s temple shines
It flickers in the moonlight looking ever so sublime
The trigger goes ‘click’ as the beau shakes and shivers
And ‘god almighty’ he quietly delivers
While his beloved in his arms jitters!


Bang! Bang! Goes the rifle and guns the two lovers
On the ground they lay amidst his scornful hover
Their blood trickles down their temples and to the ground
Their faces contorted, with expressions astound!

For lust, for passion, for hungry heat
They expired, they died in a single heart’s beat!
The moonlight slowly fades away
And in the darkness their bodies lay!