Biography of Catastrophe KING
This is the pen-name or alias for C.Roy
Catastrophe KING Poems
952: The Thoughtful Print
I would like to gift you the print of my mind! When you are much old and gray; Trying to hold the fall, when full of sleep!
950: And, I Lost Her!
I twisted a beautiful maple leaf into a cup; And, collected those morning dews of life! I conquered those dark & dense forests;
941: I'M A Devastating Catastrophe….. Mo...
It all seems such a long journey with an arduous quest; I was egocentric, arrogant and that may cost me the best! I'd been imprudently searching for love all my life;
948: I Made Girl Friends!
I had known some lasses in my life; And, few were very close to my soul! I did folly! Put my heart at stake many times;
958: A Musing (There Was A Reflection)
It sometimes is a droll, atypical how life is; It’s quaint to remember, words you did not say! Oh! How I remember the times we did not share;
974: With You Around; How Could I Refuse...
With you in my audience, How could I refuse to perform? If you would clap alone,
976: I Bask In Your Love! !
I see you and my heart suffuses with love for you. The sparkle of love overshadows the deceitful glitter of wealth; Filling my hungering heart with treasures in every pore.
992: A Joker – The Masked Face!
This is a funny tale of the masked self I cannot forget; Friends were many, but loneliness seemed the target! I always ignored the harrowing sorrows & rejections;
956: Silence In Love.
I yearn for an expression of your love for me, but quiet are your lips. Your lips blush readily with the essence of rubies. They breathe life, they tremble and quiver, Yet they are silent - with the words I want to hear.
946: A True Love Message
Do not get slashed for love - For that will always be afar! Do not get crammed for nothing; Better be spaced from love, thus! !
945: Her Other Half... Still In Search!
Its’ misfortune that she languishes She waits with wonder to be satisfied! He was there with her –
989: Today, I Killed The Poet In Me!
Today, I took the time off to peek into my abject soul; And, poured my reeking sorrows into a goblet to drink! How I discovered now, that I was being my own mole; Not to mention that, I had just become my own shrink!
991: My Dream!
Darkness deepened within the room, Spreading a comfort instead of gloom, Her breathe could be heard,
971: I Am Aiming My Insanity
I was rambling lonely, tiny as a speck on the fiery sand; The smoldering heat was rising and taking all in its toll! A little away, I could see impressions of my thoughts, and
972: An Amazing Heart! !
I happened to have burnt my heart a thousand times;
And, I have seen the bellowing smoke rise the heights!
How I had blistered my soul, wailed a thousand rhymes;
I had my thoughts burning and seen the stinging sights!
How funny that I had endorsed my heart like a clamp;
It had its share of the burn, blister, wail and sting!