You...

It was with you then, that I sought happiness. Every moment spent together – a cocoon of boundless emotion. The small talk, endless stares and whispered affections, bound tightly in an embrace, never to come undone. Ecstasy…
Passionate walks, and the misty spray of rain on our faces. The playful wind blowing your hair back. Bashfully, you take my hand in yours. Our eyes meet, savoring together another moment of fortuitous epiphany. And I loved you so…
Nightlong conversations of slick Ferraris and Spanish holidays. Racing down serene boulevards in delectable foreign lands. Stringing together our future in a concatenation of promises and words. It was our little world, dispersed over mangled telephone wires and an intrepid imagination…
Then, along came winter. And with it, ominous portends of impending doom. Lies, lies…And more of them…A stygian concoction of simulated tears and feigned repentance. Then, forgiveness…and for me, the end of time…
The past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As I piece it together, my hands bleed. My image shifts. And I change with it. It could destroy me, drive me mad. It could set me free…
There are no choices, I realise. Nothing but a straight line. The illusions come afterward, when I ask, “Why me?” and “What if?”…When I look back and wish that I had done things differently…
If I had done something differently though, it wouldn’t be me. It would be someone else looking back...A different past...A different set of questions...

Graves

Putrid, forlorn philanthropy
Under a broken dream,
A fatal disease so coronary
Stifles a frozen scream.

An unpretentious cathartic
With tears in his eye
Conjures a vision par heretic
Across a purging sky.

No cerise cenotaph,
Or holistic fame;
But a dreary brazen epitaph,
Exuding perfunctory shame.

Avarice in asperity
Consumes a helpless prey,
A beauty lost to eternity
An innocence faded grey...

Big City Dreams

Hallucinating city lights
Stark against the sky
A cornucopia of blazing colours
Hides miseries in the sly.

Smiling happy faces
Contorted minds at work
Somewhere down the city street
Doth the Evil lurk.

The copious flow of spirit
And coruscating eyes of coal
Depravity stares the city down
The desecration of the soul.

The other side of midnight
Unveils the shrouded pain
In trepidation and poverty
Lies the city’s vein.

A catastrophic kaleidoscope
An anarchy that reigns
Horrors of a deprived past
Shapes the city’s stains.

The first light of dawn
That paints the city tower
And all that surrounds me
Is a feigned sense of power.

Yet this is my city
The city that I love
Thus spurned by the Gods
The unseeing eye above.

A Walk To Remember

A tropical sunset,
And sweet smell of rain
Sets afire
A passion insane;
My feet on the soft grass
I walk to the wood
A past left behind,
For glory and for good.
The sunlight streams down
I know not where I go,
But somewhere in the distance
I hear the river flow.

The forest drives me on;
Every breath, every sound
Each small step
To a beauty newly found.
As mysteries unfold,
I perceive new light
Nature is before me
Blinding my sight.
I have seen Her fury,
Now Her love I see
Forgetting all that was
And all what must be.

My eyes are now open,
The dream that never was
But the truth lies before me
That Nature has no flaws…

Stains

‘Coz it just wouldn’t rain
The stains remain,
Dark stains of blood, sweat and pain
Curse this happiness
That I do feign
To see in your face,
That smile again…

‘Coz it just wouldn’t rain
The stains remain…

Michael...

When a legend walks into the twilight, he leaves behind a legacy which lesser beings strive to deconstruct. They try to see the man through the prism of his greatness. What they see is a flawed genius with a rainbow of hues in his personality. But isn't history replete with flawed geniuses? That's what makes Michael Schumacher one of the biggest enigmas to have graced sport. That's why Formula One fans loved and hated him in equal measure. Of course for the tifosi and for myself he was GOD, who could do nothing wrong.

The final stretch
The horizon beckons,
He was the greatest
The whole world reckons.

P.S. My sincerest apologies to all who feel offended by my attempt to describe The Man with the limited vocabulary I possess. (In all probability an injustice to the Greatness that words fail to describe.)