Just a little love

Deep down
Wants it

To be loved
By somebody
To have

To own
And be owned
By somebody
By something

Our response
Is to give

Would want
To give back to us

We become
A refuge
To others

Masking the truth
That we
A refuge ourselves

We love
That we will
Be loved

Is that
Our flaw
That we
Want to be loved

The world
Is filled
With people
Seeking this

Deal with it

By going after
Every prospect
However unlikely

Many of those
Get used
By others
With another cure

Try to get better
By inflicting pain
On others

The pain
They feel
They multiply

Some so want to receive
That coveted gift
That they forget
To give back

I give
And give
And give
And give

And then
My heart is broken
For there is none
That gives back to me

Giving is
For the strong
And I tire finally
Of being strong

Will somebody
Find me, and give me
Just a little love?

A dose of you (2)

Who are you?
This dream I cannot forget
Cannot name
But know somehow

This whiff of smoke
I see at the moments
Of my greatest pain
This longing I cannot name

Will you not show yourself
Before my last breath escapes me
And all that is left of me
Are memories in the heart of a few

The only cure to my malady
Is a dose of you
Who I know and do not know.


Someday soon
I will
Fly away
Far away

To a place
Where lilies sip the sunshine
Which ever smiles
No dark clouds
To remind me
Of all that is wrong with the world

Someday soon
I will look into the eyes of a child
And it will be my eyes looking back at me
That little bundle will be mine

Someday soon
It will all be over
Today will be over
Yesterday long gone

The love I paid for

Was it
Fun while it lasted
Is that reason enough
To let it end so abruptly

I did not
Go to the market
To buy fun
But to buy tomorrow

How is it then
That I returned
With something else
It really was not what I bargained for

Beyond bargaining
I paid for something definite
If what I got has expired
Then it can mean but one thing

I paid for more than I got
I gave more than I received
Somehow someway we all found out
That I am not a good negotiator

For when I signed the dotted lines
I did not
Thoroughly examine the goods
Fool that I am

And I would not be the first
I know that is the defence of fools
But I have none other
What more can I say

Was it love
Or some other promise
Sold by gypsies
At the circus

Was it for today alone
Or also for tomorrow
I did not hear that part
In the salesman’s pitch

Was it
A used car salesman
Or some other such shady persona
All that matters is that I paid, dearly

The result is
That what I got that day
Does me no good today
And I remember the price paid and the short time it lasted

Shall I go and buy another
I have not the heart for it as yet
Maybe another day, maybe another day
Everyday for six years and counting have I said this

Whether from a wish
To bring the dead back to life
Or from fear of another dupe
I cannot sincerely tell

Time has passed
And passes still
And I have not gone again to buy
A new dose of love.

Is blood enough?

It was not our choice
When we were born brothers
What we make of the situation however
Is our choice

How strong
Is the bond of brotherhood
When you don’t choose it
Compared to the choice of friendship

Should we blindly consider the bond of blood
Above choice
Or should the bonds we form
As we travel and travail in this terrain satisfy

There is, I have heard
Friends who stick closer than brothers
There must be
Brothers who act more like enemies

To which shall we go
To this or to that
The heart knows, or should know its allies
Follow your heart, a conundrum in itself.