Freebird

On a gentle slope today I chose to lie,
it was bright out and the sun on my skin
felt of warmth and home.
I saw six birds playing in the sky
three to a side, together they flew
darting and weaving, through and through.
In effortless circles they danced, with
the troubled earth so far below...

They reminded me of a simpler time
when faces and feelings were still in line
and love was always pure.
I thought to myself: "It must be swell,
to live a freebird, to fly so high,
to be so close to the living sun,
to never have a single worry to tell."

But jealousy seemed a fleeting thought.
For I know that birds are born to fly,
and I? I'll never touch the sky
or dance above the clouds.
But having thought of such great heights
my mind came focused on my own flight
to think and dream and write.

Day Drinking

Three in the afternoon--
Grab a beer, or two!
Chug, Chug, Done.
Drink another?
one more cheer!
Let's go shopping,
beer in hand.
But we must not miss
happy hour at five!
Gin 'n tonic,
Coke 'n Rum.
Seven PM--
time to eat!
More food, more food!
We dine like Kings.
Feeling tired?
Let's make a quick
stop at the store.
Mix up that vodka
and red bull!
Time to fly to the bars!
Beezies left and right!
Grape shisha and house wine!
Drink 'till you stumble upon
some cricket-playing Indians!

My Dear

I lied to you today, m'dear
it's hard to say why,
perhaps out of fear.

I wasn't scared of you
persay, but scared of me.
we want different things
you know, you and I

I tell myself:
do not involve her.
I don't want to hurt you,
but I might.

Sometimes I can see
you think the same
behind those shined eyes.

it is a delicate mix
of love and lust,
m'dear.

Obedience

Obedience is
a game for puppies
and grown men.
It is never knowing what
lies on the otherside,
just because
you didn't climb the wall.
Obedience.
It is the sworn enemy
of creative minds.
It is what compels men
to spend years and years
listening, searching
searching, wishing
for just a little corner space
in a vast web of society,
as if, as if he is content.
Obedience, it
befriends the meek,
never the great.
So listen to your mother!
To your television! Obey!
Obey, and you will be anything,
but extraordinary.

Sober and Somber

Sober's not the same as fun
don't listen to your mum,
I tried it yesterday--
Let me tell you, it's serious, gloomy,
not to mention depressing.
What I'd really like right now:
two shots of whiskey and spiced rum, each
perhaps a gin and tonic
three beers to wash it down
then a cigarette for dessert.
'Cause I don't know how long I'll live,
but so long to being Somber!