Like stars on a collision course
So were you and I
As every time contact was made
One way or the other
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed
Like all the world was doomed.
What was it about you
That every time contact was made
One way or the other
The weather god went crazy
As did my bowels too
Especially when due to meet were we
Which had it happened what a wreck I'd be?
I almost said it, didn't I,
Along with what I left in your message box today,
O you whom I've met only twice
And spoke to on the phone maybe thrice?
Don't ask me to explain it
But this was all I knew:
I loved you, I loved you, let the whole world know I loved you!
Saturday, 22 October 2011
16th July 2003
Your sadness followed me
From your place back to mine
And there was nothing I could do
To bring the sunshine back
Or change water into wine
As we were not alone
For love to be rekindled
From the embers left behind
From the closeness that we shared
For a week a month ago.
What was it I could do or say
The next time I was there
To bring the sunshine back again
And brighten up your day
Which wouldn't be much anyway
As wedding bells shall be a-ringing
Once you left this foreign land
And in marriage gave your hand
To him whom you've been faithful to till this very day?
From your place back to mine
And there was nothing I could do
To bring the sunshine back
Or change water into wine
As we were not alone
For love to be rekindled
From the embers left behind
From the closeness that we shared
For a week a month ago.
What was it I could do or say
The next time I was there
To bring the sunshine back again
And brighten up your day
Which wouldn't be much anyway
As wedding bells shall be a-ringing
Once you left this foreign land
And in marriage gave your hand
To him whom you've been faithful to till this very day?
9th July 2003
A Van Gogh or Picasso
Was only to be looked at
And admired from afar
By ordinary people.
So was it with us
As beauty such a yours
Was worthy of a prince
And as the whole world knew
No handsome prince was I.
Why was I not born a prince
With looks and wealth to match
Since no one less was worthy
Of such a priceless catch?
The gods above be praised
For now I knew what it was like
To gaze upon the face of an angel:
Heavenly.
Was only to be looked at
And admired from afar
By ordinary people.
So was it with us
As beauty such a yours
Was worthy of a prince
And as the whole world knew
No handsome prince was I.
Why was I not born a prince
With looks and wealth to match
Since no one less was worthy
Of such a priceless catch?
The gods above be praised
For now I knew what it was like
To gaze upon the face of an angel:
Heavenly.
Saturday, 15 October 2011
27th June 2003
Notice has been given;
Your mama's gonna die;
Too much rat blood on its hands,
Come and say good-bye.
Such punishment from heaven
Brings forth the question 'why';
Too much rat blood on its hands,
Corpses ten feet high.
Notice has been given;
My baby's death was near;
Too much rat blood on its hands,
That much, folks, was clear.
Your mama's gonna die;
Too much rat blood on its hands,
Come and say good-bye.
Such punishment from heaven
Brings forth the question 'why';
Too much rat blood on its hands,
Corpses ten feet high.
Notice has been given;
My baby's death was near;
Too much rat blood on its hands,
That much, folks, was clear.
26th June 2003
Gate open,
Doggy enters, does its thing;
Doggy blameless,
Gate's fault for being open.
Sink clogged up,
Bits of this and bits of that;
Dinner blameless,
Sink's fault for being stupid.
Cat stricken,
Sores where victims tasted death;
Virus blameless,
Cat's fault for all that bloodshed.
Love blossoms,
Girl has someone, nothing happens;
Boy blameless,
Girl's fault for being honest.
Doggy enters, does its thing;
Doggy blameless,
Gate's fault for being open.
Sink clogged up,
Bits of this and bits of that;
Dinner blameless,
Sink's fault for being stupid.
Cat stricken,
Sores where victims tasted death;
Virus blameless,
Cat's fault for all that bloodshed.
Love blossoms,
Girl has someone, nothing happens;
Boy blameless,
Girl's fault for being honest.
Sunday, 2 October 2011
17th June 2003
A pregnancy gone wrong:
Was that what's ailing you
Till you couldn't stand or walk
Or even in your own tongue talk?
For days you haven't eaten
Or touched your water bowl
While all you did was sit there
And bleed to death my soul.
My prayers have gone unanswered
From that side of the sky
Like heaven has decided
It's time for you to die.
Two tickets for the next trip. please,
On the ship of death;
One's for my baby
Upon its final breath,
The other one's for me:
'Died of a broken heart',
What an epitaph that would be.
Was that what's ailing you
Till you couldn't stand or walk
Or even in your own tongue talk?
For days you haven't eaten
Or touched your water bowl
While all you did was sit there
And bleed to death my soul.
My prayers have gone unanswered
From that side of the sky
Like heaven has decided
It's time for you to die.
Two tickets for the next trip. please,
On the ship of death;
One's for my baby
Upon its final breath,
The other one's for me:
'Died of a broken heart',
What an epitaph that would be.
15th June 2003
Talk to me, pussycat,
Tell me what was wrong;
I could only guess
And chances were that I'd be wrong.
Did somebody kick you
Or did you have a fall
Or was it just labor pains
And nothing else at all?
For a cat in labor
You were acting pretty strange
Like your future in this life
Was soon about to change.
Are you gonna die,
Is that what you're telling me,
Sitting there for hours,
Looking silently at me?
Talk to me, pussycat,
Tell me what was wrong;
I could only guess
And chances were that I'd be wrong.
Tell me what was wrong;
I could only guess
And chances were that I'd be wrong.
Did somebody kick you
Or did you have a fall
Or was it just labor pains
And nothing else at all?
For a cat in labor
You were acting pretty strange
Like your future in this life
Was soon about to change.
Are you gonna die,
Is that what you're telling me,
Sitting there for hours,
Looking silently at me?
Talk to me, pussycat,
Tell me what was wrong;
I could only guess
And chances were that I'd be wrong.
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