Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Contemplated the ideal
Pursued for the apt
Hurled into despair
and desolation sprung over

As desolate as I can be
Forlorn for I am vetoed
the fortune of approval

Pangs of chastity held me off
till dread for wreckage of my dream
left me in anguish and torment

Sole solicit for a divine prospect
had a crooked ramble
raking up austere bedlam