Cruel Fate
A Tribute to John Donne...

The fresh autumnal breeze caress'th my cheek,
the joy this brings I can no longer seek...

Whilom, in a rainy day of early June,
While wand'ring in the Labyrinth of Solitude...

Time's a liar, in whom I trusted much
And love has now betray'd my sense as well...

I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish...

An hollow heart, and empty of love,
But full of dirous, dreadful dreams...

History's Forgotten Past
The fragile existence sounds in the wind...

I want to stare into your eyes,
And see in them, reflected my own eyes...

"Life has no rehearsal, this is the real...
The childish Innocence that has faltered away...

The fire that devours its every obliteration
Creating wasteful memories of a bygone abstraction...

Lies
concealed...

Of my beloved girl too much I dream,
Oh! what a futile dream 't all is...