Sorry’s Song

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Sorry, this isn’t a goodbye song,
It really isn’t meant to be,
It’s just to show you still belong
In all that is left to be.

This isn’t a mournful song,
It’s just a few words put in tune,
Not too serious, not so long,
And nothing to promise you the moon.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace
To help when memory gets too weak,
Or you need a smile on your face.

This is just a little parting,
Like the ones we’ve had before;
This is an adventure starting,
As you start to walk out the door –

The road will go on and on,
Down from where it began,
Though you go on and on,
You return when you can.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace
To help when memory gets too weak,
Or you need a smile on your face.

Some space,
Some grace,
Some heart’s trace,
Reminding you of your place.

This is like a kiss on the cheek
A hug, a warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace,
A warm embrace.

Scream from a Dream

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I am at a loose end,

I must have gone off the bend,

I am shrieking inside,

My need messes my pride;

The fear of rejection so last century,

Still haunts the heart of me;

I’m tired of blaming the father,

With all the epithets I can gather;

Thirty seven is too old,

For desire not to be sold

Into the hands of the young,

Or into the pants of the hung.

I am adrift in a sea of doubt,

Without a cock in my mouth,

For love has turned into sacrifice

And there is too much fat in rice.

I sit quietly dealing with screams,

As others talk to me of their dreams,

I stop at a loose end,

And all I do is pretend

To ignore the loudest scream

From my own broken dream.

To Saurabh

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Your green eyes are like planets filled with life:

A surreal galaxy of feeling,

Swirling smiles of light and dark flecks of strife,

Constantly hurting, constantly healing.

Your heart wants to be loved as we all do:

A satellite luminous and aglow,

Filled by its waning then waxing anew,

To match life’s existential ebb and flow.

I wish, I wish, I wish your hope shines bright,

As bright as your verdant beautiful eyes;

And I wish whichever place you set your sight

Nothing remains sad and no one regrets sighs.

When all is said and done, let your eyes shine

Make peace with life and you’ll be just fine.