Monday, 7 September 2026

celestial blues

it is done.

i only love one.

when all is said and done

i only loved the one. 

everyday blues

the paper trail of my mistakes
leads to the cold bed that you've made
the kids, the work, then work some more.
it's called life -- and it's a chore.

mortal combat blues

east is east and west is west
and the secret best well kept
to ruin your life in one small step
on slipping over one misstep.

death; the thing you truly dread,
now swooshes like sweet siren
and smiles back from terrace garden
of restaurant, courted woman;

see the man, ply from within
promise seen, for all is him
all hope; yet bat's wings whisper cold
of buried memories untold

cosmic clash like crying rain
tears open flood of all the pain
and give the beggar that small change
from nothing more than which remains

Wednesday, 19 August 2026

pecunian blues

letters, thoughts
better's worse
today: come,
tomorrow hurts

with hearts and clicks
and beats and bits
emoti(ve )cons --
he motions, longs

for miss next race
and brace embrace
lone starry sky
lone faith slow by

lone face, good bye.

Monday, 17 August 2026

existential blues

Father,

You know my thoughts,
hopes, and
fears.

anything i do say,
which could be used against me,
You already know.

there is so much i don't need to know,
there is so much,
i need to let go.

there is one thing,
i do need to know,
for it concerns Me:

if You exist.

Saturday, 25 July 2026

holy

fog rolls down from hills above
you were one I chose to love
in anorac of blue eyes piercing,
through my soul I chose to love,
under stars of cosmic witness
we walked each other to the altar;
how I forget, how it fades!
fog of truth and mystery,
envelope us in holy robes
and never set us apart.

Saturday, 18 July 2026

hate

hate: 
even hate seems like a gentle word tonight;

i see the struggles of this world
the wise man from afar

bearing the burden of
broken childhoods;

as he's a knight, I'm but a pawn
fudging forward in shallow stream;

with all the clarity of thought and soul
that I can muster, I pray

for hate to wash away
like rain on summer's day

and amidst all the decay --
live to see the rise of
broken dreams repaired.