The Appeal

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Oh cursed redundancy that has swaddled my brain in cobwebs of repeated words and notions and feelings and ideas, fie upon you!

So fertile of mind and sound of body was I but your lethargy has gotten the better, the best and worst of me.

What have you left me with, but mediocrity!?

You’ve encased my writing hand in a gauntlet of lead, I cannot lift it, it weighs like the dead.

In retrospect though, you’re me and I am you, it’s true, but mercy! I prithee, mercy on me, I am wayward lost in this forest of pedestrian ideas and emotions.

I yearn to feel something stronger, motivating!

Break my heart again, for in that was a flood of feeling that let loose the waters of agony.

Bring me the drama in the graphite cup of a keyboard. Bring me anything, but please, take away the painless pain… take away the mundane….What I’d give to feel a little insane.

My straitjacket of words is threadbare, my lines that shackled me are rusty.

My prose needs some Viagra, my appeals, some caffeine.

So once more, I beseech you, uncompromising god of writers, take pity on me, St. Francis de Sales and give me the Midas touch of ink and paper.

Or erase what little you’ve made me hopeful for…


In your corner


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Who do you have in your corner,
Telling you you’re gonna win?
You sure that the guy in the corner,
Isn’t pushing you into the ring?

Will he catch all of your stray tears,
When you’ve fought and you’ve lost the match?
And you are just limping towards him,
If you fall, do you think he’ll catch?

What If the gloves were on his wrists,
Would you push him to his death?
Would you be his cast in the plaster,
Support him when he’s a mess?

If you have a man in your corner,
Keeping you away from the fight,
Hold him very close to your life,
His kinship will lead you to light.


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A cry for help,

Unnoticed, unheard,

Disguised as bad attitude,

Bridges that were burned

No one cared,

With worries of their own,

None came to help,

Left naked and alone

Lived on facebook,

Sustained on likes,

Made a lot of “friends”

But more enemies on the side

Life became a web,

She was a bug on the line,

In a weird chess game,

Caught from time to time

Didn’t seek help,

Didn’t know how,

Big strong voice of sunshine,

Silent in shadows now

A little cry for help,

Escapes her lips now and then,

But with all the bridges burned,

She has none to call as “friend”

Everything sets her off,

Skittish as a kitten,

Her brain once so bright,

Into pulp is beaten

No grasp of reality,

No clue on how to react,

Body goes into shock,

Heart goes into attack

Hanging in limbo,

Neither dead nor alive,

Decrepit mind which was-

Once as busy as a hive.

No blessed peace,

Just an aching in her being,

She shut her eyes tight,

But the tears still keep on streaming

Drew her knees close,

As close as they would come,

At least her body was real,

Her mind had gone so numb

Not a squeak to spare,

No opinions to share,

Just a puppet in her own life,

But she was no longer there…






Et tu, Brute?

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When a foe betrays you, you may not forgive, but you do not expect any better.

But when a ‘friend’ betrays you, you will never forget the feeling of being gently and almost caressingly led to the lion’s den….and you follow blindly….and happily….because you don’t know any better.


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“To unmeet you would be my greatest joy,
For all you’ve caused me is pain,
To undo what you’ve done to me boy,
For I have come undone in vain…

To unkiss my day-dreaming goodbye,
And bring back those banal emotions,
Rather than on waves ride high,
Unfurling the Crimson colours of passion…

To unlove would be a relief!
I’ve fallen in love with love itself,
The demise of it causes me no grief,
And unending will be thy epitaph…

To unsavour your savoury lies,
Of promises you have unkept,
I’d like to turn back the hands of time,
And unweep the tears that I wept…

To unremember those golden memories,
That choke me now when I sleep,
You’ve unleashed dark and the terror,
On the peace that I once used to keep.”

First Dates

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A little awkwardness,
A little nervousness,
A dash of hesitance,
A dollop of impatience,
A show of indifference,
A stab at dominance,
A bit of expectation,
A bushel of acceptance,
Some guards up,
And some guards down,
Some thoughts that go,
Around and around and around,
Knowing that exact moment,
When love took over all,
Easing your mind of its torment,
And preparing to gently fall.