GENTLEMAN OF PANACHE

the clock ticks on my wall and the cacophonic frenzy of the daylight disappears through the skylight, All I do is smile and laugh at the little joys of this planet, Little joys that awaken the weaving mind of this poet! I am a volcano of lust, Following my wants and faulting my heart. Staring out in the night, trying to bury the gnawing hurt, I dream of the sky, as I seek to sate my thirst to fly, and flee the blackness of the day, I dream of soaring with eagles high above; high above, a place full of love, Whilst it is hard to soar with the eagles when one is surrounded by turkeys, I can only dream, dream of emptying the Atlantic with a tablespoon! Am awake in my sleep and am falling, clinging onto a feeble thread of optimism, the hope of finding true adoration, Resting fathers, fly me your strengths! If only Venus the goddess of love gave me a sign, an openin’, I would gladly embrace the torments of hell, and I would journey well, I would be reborn from mud; I would

Resurrection in love, a belief that rekindles my spirits, Death of love, an inconsequential end, rather a second beginning. Resurrection in love, the very idea so seductive a concept, Be it easy to forget the torment through hell before one can rise from the dead, And truth to fore, I have had my paradise through hell. Stumbled through, beat my path through hell, Ever falling down, falling endlessly but never hitting the ground, just falling forward and forward. Hurt so much I had to stop, stop and relive my journey, Would be running still if my will was stronger, So drained to forge another step. Streams of tears have blurred my vision and barred my way, The toil lesser a hustle, hardest be it to show a smile knowing it is fake and to hide the tears that won’t seize. Sadly, I have lost the fight, better reminiscence the little left of a memory, I miss them moments more than I thought I would. The forest of love has been my castle, The reality of the wilderness rel

My thoughts burn, I know not what brews trouble in this humble heart! Be it my way to break words and pen them down, And perchance weave them into meaning, As I peer into my heart and seek what it holds, In a bid to clear a troubled mind. I stand more animal than man, A monster robbed of heart and given breathe by necessity, A villain less a heart. A scary thought my words put forth, yet the truth. The sum of my loss in the quest of seeking the warmth of the enticing creatures is no small thing, Mine have been cold affairs, Time and again this heart has been torn from its chest and cast to the rocks below, Stricken from thought in many a times, have been served, Whilst have struggled to serve similar fate from mine with unfavorable results. The memories still linger, There was a time when love bound hearts, Then were the times when love was bright as the new day sun, But those days turned into nights casting golden memories to shadow. Little remains to be salva

Up here, seated on my balcony, at times feels like a god living atop the highest mountain in the world, But I wonder, does a god feel so lonely? It must, surely. Being a lone god is lonely, not so? I could pretend that am not lonely but I would be constantly lying to myself, I am able to close my eyes but my heart is not stupid. Well, lemonade is made out of lemons, not so? Times like these are kinder for a few fantasies, Dreams of a kinder company once in a while, perhaps? Thus I cast my eyes to the skies and savor the tranquility of the night, Though not so lovely a sight to behold tonight, The moon be black tonight, swimming lazily across the heavenly sea. Better I get lost in my flurry of thoughts. And like a bout, they spin me in circles, like a rat chasing its tail. Smiles, smiles and more smiles, a smiley gent some make me, Some subject mine heart to flutters, like a bird in a trap, Others fill my being with thrums of excitement bereaving me of words. With f

Excuse me lady, if I may, take this thought and send it your way, if you don’t like it, then send it right back. I feel like I need a new girl in my life! Yes I do. I am under much pressure, three billion women in the world trying to fit in, It is a cruel world with your kind but I will take my chances, Water the grass so I may have my greener end you way, And approach, for a gatepass to your heart. There is no single day that goes by without thinking of you, I am feeling you girl, I really wanna get close to you, I really do, Allow me a gatepass to you. My thoughts have been stuck on you, like this feeling deep inside my soul, You've been on my mind; I grow fonder every day, Lose myself in time just thinking of you, God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go, You're the only one that I want, I don't know why I'm scared; I've been here before, Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all, A pass to your lovely self is

A few words from a lover, so he may rest in peace; write what his heart will and when the pen rests, he shall read these words and hopefully ease his way. Big wonder I struggle with words on this occasion, A madness of grief blocks my voice, a voice thick with pain, A queer thought this! Unsettling! Rivers of words have never dried up in me! PAIN! HEARTACHE! If I could protect myself from the sadness in my eyes, if only I could, Heartache has not been an item in short supply; I have splashed through lakes of it in recent times, Pain has gnawed at me like a toothless dog, Days have been grey, bitter cold days without a dawn, with no notion of the hour, My dreams have been red and savage, The world has been long dead to me! And when dawn finally broke; Titus understood all at once where this bile had come from. Cutting to the heart of the matter, am now convinced I know precious little of affection, if truth be told! I thought I did. The gods of love have always done m