A New Age in RomanceIn an age of romance that's bludgeoned to deathI've always found words insufficient, bereftOf the depth that I wish to convey,Nay, gestures, caresses say all I could say."A moonlit veranda", a "stroll through the sands",My dear I'm Italian, I talk with my hands!Now this discourse while seeming a hypocrite's song,Is quite to the contrary, because I was wrong:Yes, words, overused, mistreated abused,Have lessened their weight and left some unenthused.Your heart would not flutter (I'd probably shudder)To hear love-sodden lines first by Romeo uttered.So instead of a ballad of pomp and devotion,Let me divulge this one simple notion:I love you, I cherish the time by your side,Be it painting or cycling or hearing Clem Snide.You're the garments a feline puts on before bed,You're the knees of an insect on honey that's fed.
True ColoursRefuse I am refuse I am refuse I refuseThe judgment day of slanderous decayIs all I have to lose.So choose.My banging heart it beats anonNot strong, but weak I'm weak I'm weakAnd all my secrets I will keep.Like sheep.I bleat I bleat, look at my feetSolitary grief is sweet.A slender thread of strongest twine,It cuts into my fingersAs I reel in the line.It lingers in the waters deep,I'll be dragged under, ere I sleep.
SleepGo to sleep my queen, link hands with bawdy seraphs and lie you in the night's cool embrace. Fly this place and topple solitude's cacophonous tones, and light the fools till no more dusty deaths will end their lot. And be not forgot in blooms of cherished caresses, dust thy lips with seasoned kisses on the bleak edges of fading light.
AtticusAtticus attacks on yon hillside,His boastful methods evidence of pride.The ride;One fraught with danger, yet you striveTo bring down your foes, take none alive.My wrists leak life into my lap,I watch the progress of Yggdrasil's sap.And there he stands all strong and new,Atticus laughs and I laugh too.I'm through.The boastful banter blares anon:"Steel thy courage, prepare, be strong."Oh Atticus, wherefore do youMy wrists attack and hillsides too?Go, and leave me to my bower.Sweet entombment, jaded flower.The power:Nothing else compares.I'm far too frail to mount the stairs.And whilst the world is unawares,I'll dispense with temporal affairs.