tales of a dying love.

When love grows stale

Expressions seem like tolerable mail

The mind and heart eclipse

And day for a loved one is gone.



When love turns pale

Feelings remain numb and very frail

Communication becomes a baneful necessity

And anger’s litmus turns blue quite easily to small deeds.



When love grants bail

Kisses no more lighten any trail

Touch becomes colourless as the wind

Then an old enemy, Distance, becomes a good redeemer.



When love resumes to sail

It takes away its blinding veil

Leaving errs and faults instead of compliments

Vague unique memories and no special moments anymore



And when finally love becomes a tale

It is told to another lovelier fe/male

As time makes space for new events

And plenty of time too as currency to spend



Understand, love is energy

And our hearts are temporary!

by Paul Martins

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

Man.

A man has fallen again!

Man has slain his kin and has broken the jade of silence with his cries of pain he screams from within.

See the plane, stained by the blood from that broken vein. 'Sin, sin!' Earth complains, saying 'Again, man has gone insane. He has brought back the banes of Cane.'

Peace breaks with the loud crowd of a woman's laments as she cries. You don't know what a tear drop contains; its content when it rolls down a mother's eyes. Fears of a wife when she lowly sighs. She asks the constellations as she stares blankly into starless skies, 'Would my man come back home to me this night?' She consults her oracles to inquire about the soul that flies from a man who dies be not the one who bade her farewell this morning with cheerful byes.

Man has peeled the heart off a brother and spilled the life of another. Was it not man who said strength dwells and peace remains when we loved and lived together? Now he kills the very one he looks after.

Until he fills the love we don't have for another with the one we feel when with our fathers; until blood don't longer splatter nor body parts litter, the land will not  heal.

The skies shall break but her waters shall wake scorpions, spiders, aligators and snakes. Don't you know the human race is at stake when often on another life you wickedly take? Your conscience no longer shakes. You fake the smile on your face and tie the lace of a brother's boots but wait till he takes few paces before you stab and then rake him.

Again, the skies will break but her waters shall poison oceans, seas and lakes. The earth shall heal a little but thereafter, quakes.

Man is emblem of his problem. He has competed with himself, defeated and has maimed himself. Man claims to be good and his works for the good of many men. Man has become predators, man has become prey and together, they play life an awful game. If only we can put all these behind us and unite to truely become one -

but even as I speak, some innocent men have fallen again. Shame!

by Paul Martins

martinspaulices@yahoo.com

http://www.facebook.com/paulmol

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