For Those That Have Lost

Weary,
Weary,
Wary.
They are tired.
Of having their hopes raised.
And then -
Dashed.
They rinse themselves of shame.
And repeat.
Doomed to failure,
Even from the beginning.
Uneven at the end.


The truth.
Lies buried.
Some emerge wounded.
Others lie.
Shaken and unshaken.
They are dead.
My brothers are dead.


For love leaves many casualties.
In its wake,
There is a trail of destruction.
Yet,
We soldier on,
We soldier on.

Seasons Of Love

I've found warmth as I held your hands.
Grasping tight till knuckles turn white,
In the harshly cold winter night,
I've found someone who understands.

I've found joy in your lovely smile.
I would lay my worries aside,
As it melted my foolish pride,
And learn to love the here and now.

I've found myself a fair lady.
Tinge of familiarity,
Complexion of untold beauty,
Like Summer's sun shining on me.

I've found what I had lost last year.
Falling leaves are a reminder,
Of past loves torn asunder,
Just let me hold on forever.

Seasons come and go at God's will,
But - l pray you'll stay, if you will.

Free To Love

Worry not about sunsets missed
Or the slow walks we never took.
Worry not about goodbyes kissed
Or about how you really look.

I have forgotten yesterday,
Don't know what tomorrow will bring.
All I ask is that you will stay,
Till you hear the fat lady sing.

The crashing sound of rolling waves,
The light of many stars above,
Will break the chains of lonely slaves.
Bound by expectations of love.

Amidst the mystery of the night,
We are all that matters to me.
Isn't it a wonderful sight?
This place where we are truly free.

To laugh
And be merry.
To love,
To love.

Inappropriate Train(ed) Thoughts

I'm all ears.
All eyes even.
As the train pulls up into the station,
I'm taking stock of the situation.
Before La Porte de l'Enfer is breached,
Before the vacancies come under siege,
I must find my seat!

Rascals all!
Demons even!
Alas, it was not meant to be.
Sweet seat of mine taken away from me.
Like hungry ghosts they swarm around,
Like vultures they swiftly surround.
Guess I'll have to wait for my seat.

Here's my chance.
Now's the time.
The next stop is Little India!
Quick! Stand in front of a little Indian.
This time I'm sure to get my seat,
This time I won't accept defeat.
Time for His Majesty to take his throne.

Finally I've won!
But what's this?
Behold, a new challenger has arrived!
One whose seat I cannot deprived.
The Golden Oldies rule the land.
Here comes another one of them!
I've no choice but to abdicate-

Myself.
My self.
And all my selfish ambitions,
I surrender in submissions.
I am left standing on this train,
Contemplating with much disdain,
Tensions in modern society.

-Aug

Crushed

Silence.
Impenetrable mind.
I plod round in circles, wondering.
Wandering.
Patience.

Inexplicable mind.
I prod around, tinking.
Thinking.

Despair.
Incoherent mind.
I give up, I gave up.
Loving.