I noticed that
even in death
lilies held beauty,
arched to one side,
white petals
glistened in the light

There were poems
in their drooping folds.
I reached into a void.
They cascaded
onto my fingers,
draping velum
across my hands.

Words seeped
into my skin
filling my veins,
they flooded my form.
A thousand sighs of awe
fell from my lips.

Walk with me down Freedom Avenue
Let us dance to a rythm of a new life
Through the hunger the hardships the pain strife.
Past the bigots and their slaves
Past the rancid bastards
Feeding their sickening rage
Past the greed, the grime, the hatred, the filth,
Past the whores and the junkies molesting our earth
Walk with me down Freedom Avenue
We will never be held down by chains.
Never bound by the filth of ignorance and never afraid
Never thrown to the wolves never food for the sheep.

Shelter oils
Violet night
all empty the
shade of waiting
Enthropic echoes

Await hypnotic
breath drawn weariness
sleek and rough borne
Basking in lurid tranquil

Seasons
Sleek silhouettes
In morn cast pirhouttes

Dear life,
I hope you are filled with happiness,
The colours of hope and wonderful dreams,
An adventure that I can share with my loved ones,
An inspiration to others who are still finding their way,
So that when the inevitable end comes,
When this world is no longer a stage for my story,
I can say that it has been a journey I will never regret.

Dear life,
When that day comes and I embrace my mortality,
I can say that it has been a journey I will never regret.

lounging in
the barren faceless room
waiting for another
round of piss
and blood tests
so the parasites
can gauge how soon
it'll be before
my own heart
kills me
and stops their payments

I look around and
watch the faces of
scared pathetic animals
trying desperately to
hold on to lives
no longer worth
the living

as if they know
the yawning pit
of Hell awaits
when they're
already
in its jaws

Deprivation is
the foundation stone of creativity,
just ask any successful one
many like me alone,
amidst many a dark situation
lurk about
but inclinations
I haven't given to any

the limits of my yields
have yet to sprout,
of that I have no doubt
but to be lonely
just to brood isn't the purpose of life,

we left our parents in the far oceans of life
and stayed on to surf all alone
haven't we

So take not to heart
there is so much still,
time is a blessing

HEARTLESS

When did your heart
lose its beat for me
why did your embraces
grow cold and meaningless
what took away the forever
in your eyes.
When did you stop
looking at me.

I sink each day into an oblivion
without you
You were my breath
the maker of my dreams
my resurrection.
Now, you are my death
and your indifference
is my crucifixion.

(Also With Title Revised from the original "Sing because you have a song)
(This Edit #3 has punctuation errors corrected, thanks to detailed scrutiny by Wesley)

Fastening my seat belt
whistling a Chinese song,
I'm ready to steer
my second hand car.

Windshield though cracked
will let in fresh air,
bonnet made of steel
wearing red oxide scales.

The tires may have aged
over some bumpy rides,
but the battery is almost new;
will last me many miles.

The new year is days now in the past
and rush of holidays is gone
while winter's heart approaches fast
with white frost greeting every dawn.

I snug my hat on old bare head,
hunch shoulders in my thick wool coat.
Instead of warm I'm far from bed
where breaths of chill air burn my throat.

That same breeze sighs through the hardwood
and hushes sounds among the pines.
I'll not walk as far as I once could
and keep alert for tripping vines.

It's been a while since I talked
with someone who wanted to listen,
told them of all the useless
things I could think of to fill
the time,
those days have long since dogeared
there are vignettes on the edges
of the frame, rust, rat bites,
the colours aren't vivid anymore,
except the smiles,
those will last a while, I think,
before they too are rubbed
off by neglect.