Category: Poems

I’m gonna give you up,
Like the last dregs of sipped tea,
Like a worn out letter
Enshrouding barren memory.

Like a book that lies yellow
With pages so brittle ,
That time broke its spine
For it mattered very little.

Like the pebble you picked
From the nearby beach,
That you felt sorry for
For it lay far from the sea’s reach.

Like the love that was taken
By betrayal and pain,
Of which I recall nothing good
But that it grieved in vain.

Like hope and faith and peace:
pretty words to fool
Those gullible enough
To enslave, to rape, to rule.

I’m gonna give you up,
All that makes you you,
With my need to define
The line between false and true.

I used to be
A poem, a song,
I used to be,
I used to be.
I used to be
Where I belong,
I used to hope,
I could love,
I believed then
In Succour above.

I used to think,
I used to write,
I could smile,
In bright moon light.
I used to choose
Between night and day;
I used to walk
A certain way.

I could befriend
And not expect loss;
I used to voice
On a coin’s toss.
I used to be
A Father’s son
I upheld rules
Every one.

I used to be,
I used to see,
Now I know
What’s meant to be.
Now I am
What’s left of me.

And now we come
To the desolation
Of hope, to loss
And an isolation.

I fear nothing
No betrayal or hate:
A surrender
To a quieter fate.

I don’t need your touch
As you never sought mine,
What amounted to much
Was a wastage of time.

My body breaks now
As it rises in price,
I move to vanity
From everything nice.

I have taken lips
And not considered twice
Of how life adjusts when
Love failed to suffice.