The select company that I would wish for today — in addition to a generous number of very attractive lecherous ladies –in celebration as my chronological age reaches a score, is not of the few distinguished personages that I have come to cherish in society (my family and friends), but it is of such votaries…
APOLOGIA I, deserving of a fair life, never enjoyed the excesses that wealth so prodigiously brings. To us, God was never over-kind, for our possessions were not huge: a small edifice was my home, a wooden hovel my church, and a widow’s well-earned pittance was all my siblings and I had to live by. It…
AN ODE TO GOD In the end of days when the angels call And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness, I pray he disregards my countless falls And recalls my unrequited righteousness. As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we, Juvenile in form and thought, often falter Derailed by a…
FOR A LOST LOVE As weary I grow in my final fight I know I shan’t outlast this frightful night, For men twice wiser lived but none exists, Who by his wit contrived life from death’s mists. Dark and dreary have been my fondest dreams Dearer than reality, so it seems For there blossoms the…
THE DEVIL’S CONCUBINE (pt 1.) Concealed within the fortress of her heart, she said, were burdens too grave for one soul to bear. Unsatisfied with silent solitude, her tongue blistered in endless prayer, she held my hand and fought back a tear. Her face turned towards the sky as if to implore her Gods for…
True heartbreak in two a man’s heart divides Half completely lost, the other retained Doomed to forever love half-heartedly. A woman’s love twice lost can ne’er be found, Her form revived conceals her heart defiled But within her eyes this very truth lies: Where love is lost, misery and pain abound. The language…
THE IMMORTALITY OF MAN I fear the taste of an ice-cold beer. The lips of the brown bottle are as seductive as those of an African girl: its form is pleasing and its pleasures deep, cruising through one’s body and into the depths of his soul. Very few things are as enchanting and as intimate…
Every man drowned in deep contemplation Perceives the world as part his own creation. Nothing can outrun the clock’s relentless tick, Nor life control what death shall next pick But wit applied can soon buy us an hour To say a prayer, or bequeath our power, And embrace the bright light without a fight. Rejoice,…
The happenings of life often flee from memory like short dreams. The joys never linger long enough for me to enjoy them. They flee from me faster than they came, leaving me cold and disheartened, like a lonely bird far away from land, drifting above the endless sea. Sometimes I think that this is…