You should have been honest
And not played this game

You could have asked upfront
I would have said what I had to say,

You lost your pride
And pushed me astray

Now the winds might
But I cannot stay.

I gave you a part of my life
You tried to own it

You could have waited a while
For our fingers to fit

You lost your head
And I lost my faith

Now the times might
But I cannot stay.


Before You Die Alone

Put on a face
Choose the one you like
World offers many choices
And you still have a life
See the truths, live the lies
Go fly in the ocean and fish butterflies,
Get a shade for yourself and stare at the sun until it begins to burn within your eyes,
Live now with others or yourself
Run behind the gods,
Live the way you want
Let desires corrupt your spirit
Tomorrow, anyhow, you are going to die alone.
Grab all that you can or want
World offers a lot
Let options betray you,
And if you don’t like something
Let it go,
Wake up to dreams, and behold the nightmares
Go win something or find loss
Let your demons chase you
They will show you who you are
And if you don’t like what you have become,
Go change yourself,
Put on a new face
Go be someone else, or be with someone else
Live, anyhow, you are going to die alone.

She doesn’t like poetry

She likes her girlfriends and adores her boyfriends too
She likes the hazzy nightouts in shady corners of her friends’ house
She likes to get drunk in the bars
She loves her partner too
But if could, what would I do?
She doesn’t like poetry.

She likes to talk,
Oh you should see her talk,
When she does, she does a lot
She likes to buy new clothes, makeup, and some jewellery,
She loves pictures and songs and TV shows
But what would I tell her, if I could
She doesn’t like poetry.

The Fool

The yellow moon in an orange, and the smoke on the streets
He saw the bodies and heard sobs and screams
The dame by the alley, and the widow by the broken window
Rich men’s pride and the naked monk’s wisdom
The mighty facades, and the stink of secrets buried within,
Though neglected these facets of life passed
From the edge of his grave, the fool smiled, as he saw it all.

An unmarried mother, a doped brother
The pretty girl singing requiems,
He saw pointless wars, and sacred propagandas
The fat belly’s of ageing sailors, and the whitening brow of losing fathers,
He saw people who became friends and the strangers who lost themselves to trends,
The breeze sang and waves roared
The stars burned, planets turned, and galaxies shattered themselves off existence, forever
Men and women succumbed to their desirous lives
While, from the edge of his grave, the fool saw it all.

Pretty Marry or ( Spear of Destiny)

Pretty Marry, pretty pretty she was
Failed to meet a good old man,
In the world of woes and bane
Pretty lost she was.

Pretty Pretty Marry
She did all she could
Tried to drown her pain in whiskey
Smoked rings to let out the worry.

Last when I saw her
She was singing a song about love
Her skin showed scratches and punctured veins
Her stained teeth smiled through lips pale.

Her crimson eyes and swollen lids told her story,
And she looked, not like she did before
Pretty Marty’s pretty face
Wasn’t pretty, and her body, had lost its grace.

Pretty Marry pretty poor and pitiful she was
Last time I saw her, she was dead in an alley
Then I was young, today I am aged
Scratched, stained, and punctured, by the spear of destiny.