Mr. Pain

Pain came visiting today,
me and him had a chat,
I told him to go away
but he wouldn't let us part.
It seems he's here to stay
and cause unbearable hurt.

He found it amusing
that i had murderous thought,
I'd tried to poison him
with the drugs that I'd bought,
He gave me a wolfish grin
and took off his coat.

You find it funny, i see
that i write about pain,
invite him for tea
see if you stay sane.
if you haven been me
don't hold me in disdain.

Ten years down the road,
I'm now Mrs Pain.
Don't call me poor sod,
he's on the move again.
So unless you're God,
wait for the rain.

NB: Just grumbling thanks to a tooth ache.

God did it for me

My heart was beating so loud,
it almost drowned my thoughts.
- I was walking towards your door.
a firm resolve put each foot ahead of the other,
told fear to step aside.
What was I going to say, I don't know.
That God told me to come and see you?
How silly would that sound.
Never mind that we never talked much,
that we are barely friends
But this once, I decided to listen to God.
Was going to obey whether I understood or not.
So I climbed up the stairs to your room.
You were at the door.
You said something and I said another.
It wasn't much but it was enough.
I didn't spend two minutes at your door.
You hugged me and I left.
I thought I had gone to your room
to encourage you.
But feeling the warmth
that crept from your hug,
I can't help but think;
God did it for me.

The Greatness of God

I see it in a ray of sunlight,
a flower of exquisite hue
An eagle in flight,
The creation of You.

I hear it in a weaver bird's song,
a roar of thunder,
a musician's tongs,
a child's laughter.

I feel it in a summer breeze,
softness of a feather,
relief when I sneeze,
the hug of a mother.

Therein I find my heavenly Father.

Beautiful Lies

You did it again,

Trampled all over me, like I'm some door mat.

Smiled sweetly, as you gutted my insides.

You played me like a puppeteer,

like a guitarist, you knew what strings to pull

so I was moving to your tune.

Didn't know what you were doing till you left

and I found you'd taken everything-

Given me nothing.

Never mind that you'd done it before.

I threw caution to the wind

and listened to your beautiful lies-again.

But even for that I could forgive myself.

I just cant forgive myself

for loving you still.

My World

I type the next line and anxiously wait for yours.
Its been three months and seventeen days
since we had to part and I think I love you more than before.
(Is that possible or do I just miss you so?).
Live for the messages you send,
and the times you call.
Sleep with a smile. You always say goodnight.
Wake up happy,you just said good morning.
When did the message tone sound so beautiful?
And idly I wonder, when did you become my world?