Note to:

sometimes i shout, i scream
the rage in my eyes gleaming
and all i can do
is bottle up my feelings
of poignance, of rhapsodies
blue and violet and full of fidelity

which is all unwanted

these thoughts of mine
skewer and gore out
the very insides of my heart

exacerbated by time

The agony in it all
emphatically uncalled for
but my unerring instincts
summon my emotions
the war, the inevitable skirmish
of logic and passion
of the mind and the soul

a confluence of paroxyms

berain me o' fall of winter
cold'est of hearts
and i shall know no fear
the grief that toils my weathered heart

ends now

hitherto the love and passion
so strong, so overwhelming
has been the faintest feint
but yet has struck my unarmed spot
chafed am i, morose i have become

soon i will remember

so very soon it will be




To the loveliest of them all
neither roses or autumns are comparable to thee

may your smile warm my winter nights
a'las goodbye

drummed at 11:11 PM;