Pain

The pain of unreciprocated love
Is something that everyone knows once and
Fits this deep wounded soul just like a glove,
Holding the pierced heart in the bleeding hand.
In the end we all have to choose to die
Or find someone else we can crucify,
Forget your gender and render the sky
A new colour in your burgeoning eye --
You can live, just remember how to try,
Shrug off death and don't ever eat the lie:
We must try to free the pigs from the sty,
Seek out and capture, and shoot down the spy.
We want to stop your pain but not to pry,
We try to understand but you ask, why?

Over The Disease

He swears to himself tat he will
Not let the curse of a cancerous growth
Consume the power of a sacred oath:
Determination will defeat the hill,
Overcome the tumour that seeks to kill
Faculties, mental and physical, both,
His shortened span never allows for sloth
And he struggles on still though he is ill --
Certain others would throw him in the bin
All because if this ripening disease,
But does it free him from having to try
By blaming it on a carcinogen?
Or, just, when he fails it saves their unease,
They can't help it as they watcha friend die.

14 Lines

Every single set of fourteen lines
In an eloquent form of verse enshrines
The message I'd wanted to put across:
That is why I truly love the sonnet --
I'd place the weight of my love upon it;
A structured form, the words, can truly emboss.
A successful sonnet defines
Its themes while following traditonal signs.
I write these lines for Shakespeare's great ear,
Though he's passed on from this sublunar sphere,
Held to the glowing breast of yesteryear --
His excellence is something all should steer
Towards if it is at all possible;
The attainment isn't impossible.

a petrarchaan sonnet

after settling down and you've gone to bed
brave conversations take place we'd avoid
because with you there our sentiments cloyed
around the idea of what you had said
accusations plagued us once we were wed
by false promises our union buoyed
by the seeming rose's thorn were we bled
and after all that effort i'm annoyed

can we do nothing to stem the new tears?
did our hard work mean nothing in the end?
everyone feels hopeless and empty
cancer has spread through us all through the years
did we build nothing on which to depend?
each must wonder did satan pre-empt me?

A Shakespearean Sonnet

all the people in movies never piss
bugs the hell out of me and should do you
it's not that they have camel humps like this
kid's comic book read before i met you
couldn't do it now read that awful shit
doesn't interest me reading of freaks
contains less than an ounce of basic wit
these geek boy fans talk about them for weeks
easy to forget that you were that young
pretend that you always had this much cool
leave your past exploits forever unsung
forget acne-hued days you were a fool
it was a bad joke and you move along
give your dues but you sing another song

A Spenserian Sonnet

arseholes, bastards, the fucking cunts and pricks
blockhead's sung of you once upon a time
assembled against apathy each sticks
clever men with an oscar wilde type rhyme
against capitalism sunk in lime
can we free the world from the passing buck?
their big budgets can buy a lot of time
cash sets you free you just don't give a fuck
can faith and perserverance bring good luck?
power distribution shows injustice
chance may never find the right string to pluck
divining now only where the rust is
every scheister shall then be unmasked
they will roast in the oil in which they basked