For You and Me

Could Loneliness bear the taste
of heartache I partake in?
(I bet he has never tried such
perverse, bitter tastes in his entirety)

Could Hurt bear the sight
of pain I apprehend?
(I wager he has never descried
such obscene scenes in his entire life)

Could Sadness bear to feel
the sorrow I was mauled by?
(I daresay he has never
been maimed by such gilt-edged blades)

Could Loss bear to smell the stench
of emptiness I smell?
(I venture he never had a whiff of such
repulsive, sickening odours)

Could Fear bear to auscultate
the terror I heard screaming?
(I swear he has never suffered through
such chill-shuddering, wilting torments)

Indeed, I am no superman; for no heart,
extraordinary, could bear my flogging.
I am mere mortal, the epitome of weakness,
bearing the imposing scourge of Divinity's wrath

On this lonesome, brittle back of mine.

A New Year's Mess

Waht wlil be asingat me nxet yaer
I do not konw, nor do I wnat to
but i do konw i hpoe I'd do my bset,
why cnatilrey I sludohn't be my snoecd-bset!

I slahl rlovese not to rlovese
for rnoiloseuts are not ayawls
kpet; mroe otefn tahn not tehy're boekrn
or bnet to the cteraor's fcany by his hnad.

I hpoe the new yaer'll be ffutiurl,
the ssecucs rapeed wlil be bfoutinul
and the hpenisaps bwetesod atenply
for eyonerve wehtehr Tom,Dcik or Hrary.

I konw taht tihs mblume-jblume
deos not mkae any lacogil ssene
but tkae the erfoft,uvearnl tihs mses
I pimorse you'll be radey for tihs yaer's tset.