I’m chirpy , blessed and blithe,
Glad to be alive.
I smile all day long.

Even whistle a little tune, sing a song
since I met you,
I’m so happy you came along

I’m convivial, I feel high,
I gaze out of my window.
birds sing in the trees

Life is just the bees knees,
It’s the proverbial bowl of cherries.
It’s pure heaven.

But then I wake up,and realise
im in Purgatory,
standing at the gates of Hell.

My calm is like the calm before the storm
Instead of anxiously bracing up for the mourn
There is no storm for me weather
Regurgitated debris ended my tether

My content is nothing grand
It’s just the way I take my stand
To endure the fiery test
Burning in my very chest

I shed not a tear
About the things I hear
The unthinkable is upon me
So there’s no need to beg or plea

Rain pounds the beat
of my scarred heart
The rain displays
so many mistakes

I watch in horror
as water turns to grief
The beat accelerates
brings my heart along

Millions of hearts shattering tales
dance with such grace
in the tribal rain
Water rises

Tribal drums keeping time
as water tumbles down
Each drop bringing more blood
Each scene makes me gasp for air

Blood, Tears, and Heart ache
All dancing in the rain
churning in a pit of hate
Drums stop, Good bye

I have chosen a life
Far more than reasons to believe
What dissidence would call
A wandering bitterness
And emptiness.

I have said the words much
With mumblings and groans from the mouth
Of my salutation.
God have mercy on my soul
And lukewarm form.

War clouds are gathering and covering the sun-
War clouds, collecting one by one;
And, though they may avert a battle in a distant sea,
Still, war clouds a-gather, oh together, over me

War clouds are gathering and filling up the sky:
War clouds that darken by and by…
Out in the wilderness, young girls must lose their lives
At the altar of the sanctimonious Sacrifice of Wives,
At the Martyrdom of Motherhood, ensnared in webs and lies…

Like wind billowing the sails
your breath fills my lungs

sailing on passionate waves
we discover that virgin Island
where wild fruits
ripened in desire
wait to be plucked
by our hungry fingers
to stoke the fire in our loins
with their nectars
till the seeds are released
in wild abandon

we wake
with gentle waves lapping
at our moorings
ready to sail once again
to yet another sanctuary
inhaling lung fulls
of your seducing breath...

Of Concupiscence

I learnt this word today,
What a desire I must say,
Of inner intimacy,
The only way,
Man and woman have since aeons
Been at play

Wow I have passed through that passage
More than once,
What a dunce,
Never knew the finesses of concupiscence,
Till I have had this opportunity just once,
Let’s con... what ever now and today,
Lay bare and we shall play,
Till orgasm after orgasm,
Does our life take away

Oh Laura you are in love, but what can you do
for he has gone so far away, so far away from you.
As you switch on the TV, to see the News at Ten
you start to wonder if you will ever see him again.

As he was driving his army jeep, along the dusty road
there was an explosion ahead, a land mine he was told.
The jeep was hit by the blast as bleeding he hit the ground
but soon he was relieved to see army medics gather around.

As I turn the pages of his notebook from the war
I can almost see him sitting there, in the heat of Jubbulpore
a soldier, far away from home, from friends and family
pen and paper in his hands, he sits beneath the tree
writing to the one he loves, careful not to say
anything which might distress her, while he is so far away.

I’m gonna tell you all a story
Each word of which is true
It don’t cover me in glory
There’s much that I still rue

It was on the banks of the Barron River
Not quite true to say I woke
More un-passed out is the way to put it
But then I was that sort of bloke

I crawled from the van where I’d lain
And panic set in in a flash
Bamboo towered over so high and so thick
It threatened to topple the world
I was sure to be thrown off into space
After being violently sick