You know I am no magician
Not that kind of fool;
Who sings you lullabies,
I don’t use the victim tool.

You make my day amazing
Like the sunset from manila bay,
When I am drowned with sickness
You shone bright I should say

I have the wonder serum,
Exclusive, To heal those wounds.
To seal and recover immensely.
Your precious stolen goods.

To delete random access memories
In your complex mind storages,
Citrus beverage you don’t finish
When you rest those tired hinges.

But when time passes quickly
And we’re cornered in the elbow room,
I must be restraint,
I’ve crossed the waters like a saint.

But before we heal,
I have to carefully check.
If you are willing to give up.
The things that made you sick.

You may not get it
And I don’t say it straight
That the eyes shows it
More than I can fake.
That the heart is pounded
With a heavy mallet
Like jabs thrown at the face
Without the gloves guarded.
Without the tears
Dripping cold on my fluffy face
Withered taste buds
on the raw sashimi’s taste.
Like a dagger triggered
Or a bullet to the head
When your lover and bestfriend
Announced they’re newlyweds.
Like I can say a thousand more
Adjectives and metaphors to tell,
How it cuts like a knife.
How it burns like hell.
Like the shading light
On the stage you take flight
Please don't talk to me
When you are high.

Sally, the wordsmith, Poet essayist
You’re the childhood road runner
Divine word receiver
Can I take your hand?
Let’s go for a dance.
I’ll carry your luggage, Towards the parking lot
You’re sober, romantic, Unapologetic.
Can I take your bags?
Let’s go for a trek?
Sharing is caring, But except for you Sally.
You’re demanding, free spirited
A flower in restraint
Never a cold day, warming sun giggles
Don’t you hurry, your childhood
Seven Year’s too short.
Don’t you get upset,
Until my eyes are wet.
Well everything’s just a glitch in my head
Time traveling’s a future scope.
You and him’s a proof of concept.

The prudence of the acts
despise your inner motives
Cranks the rusty handles
of your inner steep core
throttles that bespoke
all the omnibuses of hope
ends with a single shyness stroke
ending the tempest
closing all the doors
burning the bridges
of unthankful and unhappy
total erasure of persona
granting peace at last
and I should have known
And be laid back careful
Whom I trusted last
******* cement cast

All those schemes
You look forward to
Becomes a bitter pill
Swallowing is hard to
Getting drunk to the waves
Norms you suddenly
Wanted to alter
As yourself falters
Pitting your soul
To the lowest point of hell
Demons are whispering
Makes you wonder
About the other side
Murmurs and tears
You all keep by yourself
Will make its redemption
Dimming the lights
Knocking on the doors
Waiting for the end
Thirst you cannot quench
In the middle of desert
Inside your rotten boots
You can plead to yourself
Dying inside to the bones
And still no one knows
What tomorrow might bring
No one knows
When the ending is near
And you fix yourself a drink
Puff the smoke in the walls
And the same walls
Barricades your rationale
Asking your self why
Asking why you are buried alive
Grasping and gasping
Until the last breathe succumbs
Ending the suffering
With scattered biscuit crumbs
And spills of coffee
Staining your sheets
When you call it quits.

This liquor held hostage in my hand
With no choice but to listen to me
Follow instructions and steps
Easy as one, two and three.

The cigar that burns my lungs
Listens to what's in my heart
Without hesitations
I am validated to the mark

The substance stays with me
Through ups and downs
Right on the spot
Relieves me from frown

Now you're asking me why
I should stop and think about
These vices kept me alive for years
Trusting my will without a doubt

Now you're telling me
That I'm a lonesome bloke
Broke and bleeding
But first let me drink this coke.

Bummed for the joys
Of sunshine and paradise
Lost in the grid
On your visions I bleed

I can't take you places
Being just a rock n' roll kid
I defer to your sight
Flights and mischiefs

The smoke that fills my lungs
Are full of decisions
Withered with thoughts
Failed attempts and secret missions

I am a fool for one
My footprints is your basis
I feel the sun on my spine
I can't take you places

Sored heart bruised arms
Shimmering mind but still a loser
You are the world
And I can't take you places