Hypocrite

i lurk these cyber spaces

there are so many worlds to go

but everywhere i reach to

nothing feels like home.

how sad that though you're

right by my side

i search for you this way

but even for

me, dogged pursuer

this journey has been

in vain.

so i move on

as i am wont to do

finding someone better to replace you

and you can go back to your indentured life

but pretend you're your own man

struggling against lies and strife.

Refuse

If i could i would

steal all the  things

the world doesn't need

and write them into poetry.

an unwanted child

an orphan annie

will feel right at home

with a lost soul like me

and victims of disdain

the unlike other kind

will realise i am good

once i make up my mind

the bird with a broken beak

the woman from a broken home

will find i am broken too

and shelter in my poem

and shall we talk

of books well written

that no one seems to want

i take them in and enjoy

their beauty and their old fashioned font

the desolate man

on a snow-filled peak

finds pleasure in my words’ embrace

he thinks i am his as he reads

there’s no hurry no race

the world keeps looking for ways to discard

the things it thinks it doesn’t need

but for them i ache

and they don't disappoint

despite my indecent greed.