Stay Summer...

Stay, summer.... don't go away....

stay......
in the shadows of my eye lids...

Warm and lucid...

as I lay.....

stay....
Like fire on the tips of my fingers....

the touch lingers...
just as fresh as yesterday....

stay..... in the melodies of the rustling leaves....
stay....while the wind deceives...

stay...summer...don't betray....
Fickle like the rains in May...

not long before the clouds will call...
not long before the sky will fall...

Not long before your soul will sway.....
And whisper....”you have gone astray.....”

Not long before your song will fade....
And rain, disgruntled, will invade...

Your lonely heart will bleed then dry...
And mind will have no alibi...

Summer....

See the end of all this gloom....
Let the purple iris bloom....

Like in the pathway from Monet...

Stay....

To Trouble.....A bluesy ode...

She’s trouble..
She’s gonna burn in hell..

She’s trouble..
It isn’t hard to tell..

And she’s rolling all night long...
She’s got no sense of wrong..

With her unfamiliar song...
She’ll turn your heart to rubble...

She’s trouble....
She looks so swell..

She’s trouble...
She rings your bell...

She takes her reckless stride...
And let’s her glances glide....

With devil on her side......
It’s not much of a struggle....

She's trouble
She's gonna burn in hell....


God knows he couldn't tame her...
God knows you couldn't blame her...


She had long upheld her pride...
But on lonely nights she cried...


And when the ache did not subside....
She'd blow her woes in bubble

She's trouble...

My favourite lapse of reason...

You and I.........We make for a gorgeous little lie....

You and I.........Hanging high and dry.....

My million unsung songs….
My million precious wrongs..…

and you're my favourite lapse of reason.....

You and I.....oh what a pretty little mess...
You and I....Lord… it’s never easy to confess...

You’re my million unmet dreams..gleaming oceans and moon beams..

and you’re my favourite lapse of reason..

You and I.....we're a sonnet with no end...
You and I.....with pride that wouldn't bend...


You're my million stifled sighs....
My unwitting goodbyes....

And you’re my favourite lapse of reason…...

Like bare feet walks, on ocean sand...

Like rain, seeping through parched land......

like tangled creepers with trees bind...

tacitly sunder....yet entwined.....

A million days......

A million days of cigarette ash..
Of pen, paper, ink and pain..



A million days of quivering quills...
And sighs that went in toxic vain..



A million days of faceless frames..
And a mind that played a million games...



One night in turn of love..


I offer this to you if I may..
To do as you with it, will..



In embraces that bring to life..
In kisses that incessantly kill...



With velvet lips that meet midway..
Cast wicked spells and softly slay..



And how I miss your honest eyes...
Those eyes that hide a million lies..



And just how then my raven tress..
Slips from my face in your caress...


And breasts that speak a foreign tongue....
yet tremble with your songs unsung...



One night of counting restless stars..
And hear them tales that tell, your scars..



And as we lay as one they’d blur..
And life, just one big metaphor...



Often hunts its meagre meal..
The soul...ours to feed and ours to heal..



One night of love, my love..
And endlessness thereafter..



And time shall see how lovers drown 
their hopeless tears in laughter...