My Melancholy

In the moments of my melancholy

Every happiness is lost

And every memory of better times

Fades into darkness

In the moment of my melancholy

I lose all knowledge of your love

In the moment of my melancholy

You don’t love me, I am sad and alone

I believe this with all my heart

In the moment of my melancholy

It won’t matter that a moment before

I was happy or that a moment later

I will be happy again

In the moment of my melancholy

Everything is black and sad

And you are the artist who has made it so

It is in the moment of my melancholy

That I plot revenge against you

For ills real or imagined

It is in the moments of my melancholy

That I plot to hurt you

Even though when I hurt you

I hurt myself too

It is the moments of my melancholy

That kill our love

It is the moments of my melancholy

That I need you to save me from

Wake Up From Love

Wake up from love and see the signs

You likely were dancing all alone

Wake up from love, the dream is gone

In reality you’re on your own.

The birds that sang so sweetly

When love was love

Lie dead now, under the sand.

The flowers that filled the air with scent

And made the kisses taste so sweet

Lie wilted on the ground

Wake up, love is not love

Love is the yen for what cannot be

What has never been

No two people were ever one

No two separate wholes ever became  

Halves of one perfect whole

Love is an illusion, the greatest delusion

To ever afflict the mind of man

I Count

‘Make me count’ I said

‘No’ They replied when they heard me at all

Or listened. ‘Make me count’ I said

They didn’t

I do not count, not to them

Who cares about a single drop of water

When there are many oceans

I am only a drop of water I do not count

Even though it is drops like me who make the ocean

‘The ocean’ they say ‘Where would the ocean go?’

Even the ocean, like me, does not count to them

What counts? The money stored

In countless accounts in Switzerland

And other such places. The money with which

 They keep mistresses Old and young

In luxurious flats in overseas countries

The money with which wives are pacified

Weighed down in gold and flashy cars

And expensive clothes

The money with which they pay for quality education

for their children

In countries with good roads and good schools

The money with which they buy more power

And steal more money

All the while telling me that I do not count

At least not to them

‘I do count’ I said ‘I do count’

My hopes will no more be trampled on

Nor will my rights be stolen

Because I do count

I will tear down your machinery of corruption I said

Because I do count

I will take back my country I said

Because I do count

I will take the reins from your hands I said

Because I do count

I will take the country for myself I said and for the others

The other drops of water who make up this ocean

I will take it back for us and for our children

For the ones who will build it

For the ones who will no more slave for meagre fares

Who will no more leave you to take the cake

While we struggle for the crumbs

I will take my country back I said

I will make myself count I said

And the first thing I will do I said

Will be to cast my vote.