Oh brother!,
Why do you weep so?
Do you not know?
That you are the son,
That our father so dearly,
And our mother so gracefully,
Smothered with love?

Hear ye brother!
Time is but a mirage,
A waste to keep a watchful eye on,
That doesn't even exist,
Do you simply believe?
That life has no meaning?
And that love is just a word?

My brother!
Let me tell you,
From an observers eye,
From a different perspective,
I could see the joy you bring,
To the people you're around,
Simply by existing.

I could think of a thousand reasons to be happy.
A walk through the streets,
A perfect sunrise, 
Think of my happiest dreams.
An ice cream on a sunny day,
A swim on the ocean,
A brief encounter with a good friend,
A good workout,
And a piece of chocolate cake.
I could dream, a wellness in my body.
The wind in my face,
A family embrace.
An aero plane ride,
With a great set of meals,

But all these things,
Amounts to nothing,
When I see a smile on your face,
When I think of your warm embrace.
When you laugh at my jokes,
And ignore all the other blokes,
You're one of a kind,
Whose truly blessed
With a great behind.
And I will always love you. 
Cause you're simply my kind.

non-existed, disappeared.
        pawns neglected, flown away.
silent conversation, overheard
       we made the promise, we bear to live.
and in our silence we chose to sin.
       in every ounce we cared to give.
our hatred for love we shared to win.
      for all its worth in nothing we trust.
for better or for worse in trust, we lust.
     leave us be, beginning with a zero.
never to mention the thought that lays...
in death we parted our beloved ways...

i observe
   you deserve..
i compete
   you complete...
i wake up
   you make up...
i built a house
   you sew a blouse...
i get deceived...
   you get relieved..
i panic
   you get static..
i read a book..
   you took a look..
i closed the door
   you noticed the floor
i blocked the way..
   you longed to stay..
i help you out..
   and you reside in doubt..

we've all bowed down to you, my dear.
    you've broken the silence, and alas! we fear,
lets us whisper sweet words of serenade,
   behind the curtains, let us ravage in your renegade,
hear the verse of my song,
   undoubtedly easy to sing along,
so clear in perfect blue,
   so vivid and so true,
we've obeyed you, oh greater god,
   we promised to serve you, oh greater lord,
the porcelain of which we lean unto,
   the silence we've all ran into,
so once again let me whisper,
      my sweet words of serenade,
             that we both so much so prosper.

there you are,
         clothed in despair,
   living up-to their expectations...

giving us a deeper scare,
         rising above inner resignation,
   when all is lost...

and above your head..
       a smiling ghost..
above your head..
       a laser halo...

call me a work in progress,
an unsigned letter,
an unfinished job,
operating under a false pretense,
polluting an innocent being…

call me an unmarked grave,
an heirloom for destruction,
a way for an excuse,
a form unfilled.
a failure in the making…

call me an empty jar,
a readily hung noose,
a way for an exit,
who has nothing to lose...

an ink-less pen,
an empty hourglass,
a horrifying den,
that showed no pass,
i lie face down on a pool..
i saw senseless joy,
i was your fool,
you swam, like a swan to your righteous path,
where a field of green lay ahead,
with showers of toxic you take a bath..
and lay your head on the visions bed...
despite the sorrow you consume within...
i held my breath and i straightened my chin...
the world i saw, in my breathless way...
still...
forevermore, i chose to stay...

today, there's no song..
where rights as in righteous goes immensely wrong..
and tomorrow shall be..
hence you pay your debts, your abandoned fee..
buy the affection you so dear seek...
from the mans eye to an eagles beak..
then waste it upon a thousand years...
destroying your value including her gears..
her eyes which was set as sharp as a knife..
submit to her, and relinquish your life..
her lips sealed as a door to ones heart...
and her form of love, to release her perfected art...

she's called herself sacred vanity..
undesired she thought..
hope was what she held unto..
broken heart-ed broke a heart by a split second..
sense of humor rather lovely...
A beautiful sculpture in the flesh...
You see your future in her eyes..
yet she refused to look you inside...

broken heart-ed broke a heart...
damaged him with a poisoned dart..
it was a work of perfect art...
for she was strong you see...
she kept whispering "let me be"...
strongest of them conquered her..
whom one might have conjured her...
he waited for her in distance land...
sinking under the forbidden sand...

they might say she's not worth gold...
in front of his eyes the mysteries unfold...
betrayed, it lead him to believe the wait was not worth..
but he insisted and kept going forth...
for one summer night she might come about...
and their love for each other shall bloom without a doubt...

He was destined for great things,
The innocence she showed,
Was of pure immoral intentions,
He withered away in her love,
Love so strong it penetrates right through you,
Destiny looks him in the eye with a glimpse of misery,
You disappoint the wall clocks of time,
The music in his ears and his bloom of youth disappears,
The innocence she showed,
He took for granted,
She was the victim,
Yet, he was the sufferer,
She was his savior,
And by her side,
He was at his best behavior.

your beautiful essence is imprinted on my mind.
like a classic novel unveiling its mastered truth
i can never outgrow your beautiful smile
a piece of you destined to be treasured.

loving you is clearly amazing.
cause the fact that you're rare.
is a blessing and amusing.

i know i can be a fool sometimes.
and give you hard times.
but know that i'll always love you.
cause i'm a fool for you.
and only you nevertheless.

a moment of weakness..
a moment of silence...
a moment in pain...
and a moment of despair...
none of these were there...
the day we locked our eyes together for the first time..
when we introduced ourselves to immaculate perception...
when we wore the uniform of passion...
to the illusion of life...
and into the maelstrom of love...

it is you..
clearly a feathery icon...
and at your disposal..
mighty wings flutter..
dear ocean breeze,
dear forest queen,
bear with us in our time of need...

its you whose in-charge,
prepare to lead...
share your innocence..
with the colors of justice..
sacrifice the deliverance...
in disguised rooms..
where wisdom blooms..

And there's you, yet again...
that pink array,
your beauty by color,
your feathery display...
and at your finest hour...
the forest whisper,
and larva's they shiver...
all along, right by a river...

such crooked beings they are,
in a checkered world of doubt..
animals of vulnerability and such disaster..
in the state of mind that leaks about..
and clouds of mountains,
revert us to true senses...
and the true titans,
divert us to blissful attention...
how fools deranged,
in their temples of doom...
oh!, how they have arranged..
their prayers for the moon...

you!, your so tiny...
complaining about how loud we speak...
do not judge us, for we are mighty...
you disturb us, unknowing how else you're weak...
you follow your engineered line...
from our tables you tastefully dine...
and in our footsteps, you washed ashore...
slaves you are, for her majesty the *****...
you carry her food, serve her sugar...
nevertheless you'll always be a beggar...
and of how you are hidden, amongst us all...
in plain sight you belonged...

knowing you.
makes my existence.
never a deniability.

jolted,
bolted in a constant string of electric sensation.
you have me all wired correctly.
and the circuits I'm plugged to.
produce thoughts of you, releasing.
a longing for your sparkling touch.

knowing you.
makes my existence.
a reality.

in my psychedelic view..
i see you as the color yellow..
a line constructed that people queue...
to define a heart that you mellow..
for a swirling truth that binds inside..
that a persons mind blows away like a tide..
whispering slow words of death..
that will carry them to the wisdom lake..
holding dear the minds eye..
that carries the thought of yellow inside...

The thought of you,
Is the only thing thats constant,
which i've tried to forget,
which i'm so powerless against,
carrying this burden, my minds debt,
space left for logic, pretty much dense,
ever so eager, ever so intense,
passing of the days,
hinged like a bolt, rusted in its place,
trapped, like a steel display,
the movement forms a rhythmic flow,
thrusting at edge, eager to outburst,
glaring like the sun, a golden glow,
bearing this hunger, this unholy thirst.

there you were.
fully clothed, but never covered.
over the edge and under the sky.
you ruled as if you'll never die.

you stick yourself unto the wall.
and you never knew when to fall
we saw you facing the golden sky.
on cloaks of murky waters you always lie.
with your tail gone asunder
far awaiting death and its mighty wonders.

siblings stare and the spectators share.
how lovely it defeated you.
how less of them actually care.
and no one knew, cause they had no clue
it was only left for the eyes of the blind.
and the stare of an eagle.

From a distance which only it sees
and only, so little was known,
for the shiny scales, and this forbidden tale!
for however we perceive it.
we never know how endless the cycle is.
for however we ended the story.
there always began another
for however suicide be punished.
there was always that.
there was always the "gecko"

there was a ringing in her ear.
singing lullabies, like that of a lions roar.
and the voices she hear.
tangled up in the air, they gladly soar.
and she moves from box to box.
thinking people would notice her.
she's got the keys to all the locks
to the strangers eye, she's just a blur.
But the stranger you see,
was just a stranger in thoughts.
and in the mind of the "lady flea"
he sailed in wooden boats.