We pick our friends as we pick our enemies,
we count the time and make our friends our enemies,when I'm listening to the Devil and what his demons are telling me.
Still ****** girls with lustful thoughts,
Still causing murders in my mind and hiding the evidence in empty ports.
But I'm waking up to see no darkness in my empty rooms ,
You want to go live in sadness, then you building yourself, your own black case tombs.

I'm happy now, pray to God I'm not sad tomorrow,
Lord knows his seen me cry when it felt like I stole his love just to borrow.
But I'm a happy man because I've seen a plan,
A plan for me from the Heaven and Earth maker, that superman.
But is my God just a man or just woman in my life,
It's a constantly changing agenda but he still helps me out when this life cuts me like a knife.

How I'm sorry for all the hate in my life,
how I made it my own,
Surely it would catch up to me and make a call if it could, but really it can not afford a phone.
But surely I'm the dumb enough man to figure how to call you back,
Then let you take everything, all that I have, now this all that I lack.
But I'll pray some more to fix that up,
Trying to avoid using pills and potions to fix me up.

So I'll be the man sitting at the back because they say the first shall be last and last shall be the first, so I'll relax at the back,
Till I ride shotgun on Jesus's back and give back to all that I lack.
So someone sing me a song of all this I know,
Sing it loud enough for the Heavens to know, that finally this lost son is coming home.

Tasting your lips; is so close to sipping on wine, I tasted your
maturity, the finest savoring of your very worth- after every
kiss, I’m left so lost for words.

Lost in the loud colour of your lips; a crimson night- where I had
very well kissed a dream. You were sleeping below my chin, resting
on my chest, and I slowly kissed your forehead to lift your eyes open.

You thanked me, for being someone who loved you as the person you
are; and not what you had been before. Your sanguine lips whispered
the loudest secret; with a vestige of your spell. I read the tales of your
lips-an odour of your past, spoken in their shaking trace; a mute tear
on your cheek; searching for someone to rescue you in these long nights.

Waiting for a knight- we met each other while lost in a night. The guise
of people’s eyes, could never shape you out so perfectly; as perfect as
each one of your curves. From greeting so many people with our lips;
you could taste a thousand of them, but only have a fondness for one.

                                                       Your lips, are my perfect sonnet.

Under the tears of sun
burned by light,

Touched by desire
and filled with fire,

I am bright as
a son of a sun.

Only as the sun shines
Rising to the dawning of eyes—had I realise
we are then only seen beautiful, as like stars of night

The astrologer said to me, “the markings of your skin,
be as tiny dots of stars. Imperfectly perfect, as constellations
tell their stories”

I stored her knowledge,
upon the wisdom wrapped by lips—still with the
wondrous mind of child, we all want to discover

So as the child of the astrologer, I went out
into the world to discover, all not yet discovered.

soon,
all will outgrow fairy tales;
soon,
you'll lose a love; gladly for having something
to have once loved,
soon,
the music fades to the joys we once had,
and soon,
would my eyes dry to show I was once sad.

soon it would all be, but soon would never be-
soon enough.

The life of a party that never ends,
rest your eyes far off from tomorrow.

Youth seem not keen to live on.

As for my youth, I rest childish antics,
placing them all into their bed.

Blow out the voices to a song.

The brown bottles are so heavy,
mostly to the worries of my eyes.

I've partied my heart too long.

Spending the little pay I had,
to buy my cares of their plenty.

And so ends the nights of fun.

Shall I go on to find myself,
just as a dream finds tomorrow?

As the time of partying is gone.

All of the good fortune did allow.
I've spent out all of my wealth.

                                        Soon the party ends

In his room-
making inventory;


Asking himself,

         Why does lonely
            want to rhyme;
                    With *****?

Searching through-
all his contacts;
asking about,
       "Why won't you call me"

           Seeming so needy;
              giving him a sore knee.

Oh- falling to the floor
falling off the bat; a swing at love, again
It's not all the same, indifferent but still
the clueless cliché. Anyways what could
I say to not seem the clingy type
a softie sometimes, knowing he'll marry
a strong wife

A dragon, fierce fiery breath
she speaks a word of fantasy, and unlike
the rest- she has a tougher flesh, and presses away
my insecurities with an impressive hug pressing
on me with an impressive chest

Self control out of the handle of my reflection
perhaps my emotional side is never-ending
Cherished by a face that could never disguise a smile;
my awkward smile, belonging to Mr always nice guy
Confidently shy, shying away from being a razor
of cutting words to chat up a girl
My mistake to chat sensibly after a little rude talk,
mixed in those silly jokes. I choke on my physical words,
a silent face and volumes of confidence only in these poems

Club scenes are meaningless to me
meaning less of me would be less active than seen
I'm falling in between an introvert, and a little
extrovert trying to creep out a bit
It's always a risk, and amidst in the mist of dispersion
of a stretched out imagination of a ******
Told always, "you really need a girlfriend"
good at making conversation with just a girl friend
Till feelings are involved, it sort of does in my head

Spares to a secondary nature of testosterone
spiking at a random
Making passes of being a little passive- my confidence
isn't so massive, although my caring eyes and heart
are at times attractive

But I still have the eyes of a jealous man; possessive
to means if I find you as a potential. Potentially pointing
out my heart's gun to shoot around your lines
I'll still be a little awkward saying my hie, and wanting
long hugs goodbyes

I'm just so sorry for being this constant shy guy

Took a bite out of you, and I chipped my tooth –
haven't seen the place of your heart; it feels a bit loose
Hung my fears of losing you, what words to say;
they’re stuck by my neck – you had me in a noose.

I’m just a cigarette burning at your lips when we kiss;
and I grew five months’ pregnant in my ears – when
you first said you love me; it sounded like great news…

Push my buttons – feels so long that my heart has spoken
to you; all the ocean's tears in my eyes; I hope you don’t
cry when you see me so blue?  

I’m so sorry…

it’s my own fault,
this is something I’m not so accustomed to, but I hope
you’ll always know – I still regret not telling you,
“darling I love you too”

This soft heart I say, can feel like a curse,  
For all the times it soaks up the hate, oh, how it hurts!
As with each tear that I shed,  
It all feels heavy, heavy like lead,  
Till the floodgates burst forth in a verse.  

And I must tell you,

A soft heart is like a sponge, it takes every cut,  
An open heart: a vibrant marketplace; so never to shut!
But it was once vibrant and bright,  
Now it feels so dilapidated from fight,  
Yet still it beats on, as a true work of art.

Gunning for my soul,
Lot of shots to take.
Higher risings of the warnings ahead raises the stakes.

Often feeling all on my own
Keeping close to myself, guarding my soul.

Still who really knows of a place
Of hiding my fears behind this crooked face.
Out in the world of it's empty space
Beating on troubles with a rusty old mace.

Soul.
O'how I have you close to my keep.
In your shadowy depths you often hold my feelings and secrets of deep.
And I hear you often crying out to speak.
But the words you have left are so hardest to reach.

Taking so these shots, we're both on guard.
For life is no easy trip when everyone acts so hard.
Still let's play to life's game as a wild card.
Let it not take control of us while we still remain in charge.

her style is cold figure
kisses that are a heat seeker –
we lock eyes and I’m so eager
     our passion is equal, though I’m

divided

between which parts of her I love the most
"your soul is what holds it all"
in every action she does; smell, taste, sight,
sound or touch –
                   I hear her soul’s call.

Fire, fire, in the Deepest Colds of my Soul
Here be I a stranger to self from my every Turn and Toll.

Though I may have not very changed, I Feel so Anew.
Despite such my mind feels Broken. Perhaps I've lost the *****.

Though could Earthly Medicine heal such to a Soul
Shattered to these many Former pieces. How I long to be Whole.

Wholeness in Myself of I
Days ago how I fell Straight to my Blindness to neither see across, beneath the Glimse of my Eye.

Yet I count up so many tolls but in a Heart's of hearts, I count Blessings Afresh.
For I know they could not feel like such of Plenty, but they are the Many things to help me Impress.

My soul to be of Impress.

I've searched for many things,
many of which I've tried to hold.
My vigor was strong,
a diligent miner seeking for precious gold.

But I hadn't found enough.

Within range of my human labor and skill,
I did my all to attain wisdom.
Climbed the highest of mountains,
all of which weren't high enough.
The highest peak only comes by
revelation from God.

All these human efforts weren't enough.

I met with wisdom,
soon after meeting with God.
Things that perplex me,
do not perplex Him.
Mysteries that surround me,
are no mystery to Him.

I was in awe. In awe more than enough.

He authors true wisdom,
so effortlessly, like a work of art.
All revealed to me
by the knowledge of the mind of God.

All that felt more than enough.

God. Endlessly rich with
wisdom at his disposal.
Wisdom and power through the
design of the natural world.
True wisdom comes from God,
by being in right relation with Him

(The fear of the Lord)

A key to Wisdom,
all that was unlocked was when
I was in relationship with God.

I truly now know the Source of Wisdom.

I'm stuck in between the space
Of her eyes; two of the prettiest stars
Should I make a wish,
Wishing, wishing for more than
I already have

I close my eyes with a sigh,
"Please, please don't let her-, (who was my galaxy)
Ask for a bit of space"

Try to find balance,
life is challenge.
Living all these crazy days
asking myself how do I manage.
Gone through some damage,
a little bit selfish.
Still try to share myself,
give the whole world a piece of my talent.

To much love,
out to give from my heart.  
It's a drug,
gets me high, till I'm up above.
When I'm down it keeps me up,
but I can't get enough.

Writing in spasms,
or maybe it's just madness.
Emotions that are so violent
suddenly flying high, might need a pilot.
This is for people,
going through issues
Racing so much in life, don't know the distance.
Don't matter how they treat you,
open as much, but they cannot read you.

Are we not equal,
are we not people?
Some are so different,
but there's no point resisting.
We all live this life,
hoping to be proceeding.
And it isn't a fact,
but part of our history.

Expect less of me and I'd give you more.
The Heavens ain't high enough, nor Hell's fires too hot.
For both ain't too ready for what's in store.
And both would see me at the top.

And maybe a lot would wish the best for me, but curse with the same mouth,
Swear to you things that their lips can't keep.
And by a peep, people would eye your rewards and want a piece.
Kinda figured it won't really change,
just repeating the old days.
With the old croaks with frog mouth.

But what really happened, to best of deeds.
When the wants were lesser than the needs. While growing large dreams started from tiny seeds.

Guess I'm too much of a slave to the past,
wishing for the old days just to last.
Filled with the better memories and fewer laughs.

But I ain't raising my voice high enough to give the world a speech,
But I am giving it a piece. Putting a lot out onto the table, not afraid of the risk.

So let the far edges of the world hear me high and mighty,
Cause my light words shouldn't be taken highly likely.

And I learned from my Dad that I don't need to slaved to people for them to like me.
So if my speech is a call to arms, come and fight me.

Draw out all of your dreams;
the picture of it is much bigger than
it seems,
Could you give up that pen,
an addict to words that describe yourself?

Daily confessions; d on the words I'll
scribe;
Probably on the lines of a paper to my life,
burning the old ways of myself,
The pen being the lighter.

I drew a dream in pen;
to last me forever,
Coloured the edges in bold,
just to feed my desires of pleasure.

A pleasure to be brave enough to
hold onto a dream, than onto guilt,
hold onto my heart, than onto a grudge,
hold onto my spirit, than onto empty pieces.

Pen out the picture;
words can't describe. In the spirit of giving;
giving myself the joy of a pen's reason-

To keep writing; when the words are short,
To keep scheming; when it feels pointless thinking,
To keep at it; when you feel so hopeless.

A spirited writer only dies,
when they decide to give up the pen.

Act as if I could sell dreams
to an insomniac,
Or selling broken pieces to
a crack.
Cracking skulls to think
well ahead.
Arranging my plans in serial,
on the few crumbs of bread.

Why I ask the Lord for my daily bread,
to fill all my ideas. Keep them fed.

Seem to be a puzzle piece,
trying to find my fit
As I play such games,
finding humour from my wit.
Dressed for life, suit and tie
hoping it all could fit.
But life at times feels so much
like a job, but I can't even quit.

I'm over my head at times,
wanting to be an upright citizen.
Beating on myself,
maybe because I didn't get enough discipline.

Days I'm trying to train my mind,
most days I lost track.
Picture out my life plans,
still feels like there's a drawback.

Pressing the On and Off switch
of my mind. Don't know what's current.
Haven't paid the dues of my life,
nowadays I have a warrant.

Relevance goings irrelevant,
if you're not relevant to yourself.
Relatively speaking, I don't know how
to end this piece. So here's the end. Oh well!





But no,


Why must the end of a cause
not have you all standing in your applause?
Lord only knows,
why we're quick to pick out the flaws.

The pain of hanging over your jaws,
while I'm handing you a gift of my words.
Like the non-existent Santa Claus.

Spitting words to your face,
facts of my case.
Who runs the passion of his soul,
for you to chase.

Anyways,

This is far too long,
to the point I don't know where these words are coming from.
This rant is far too withstanding,
way too strong.

So to you all, I'm now gone.

My world is one where shapes collide — I act as a square that
seeks solace, but it’s forced to abide, through life's tight rings, it
strains to pass. Yearning for freedom, a lonely chance to amass.
A longing to think beyond the lines it knows, for a simple shift
—the means to a spirit, that it actually grows.  

As the nights call me softly, while days linger long, in the midst
of their familiar chaos, I must muster my song. While the burden
of now presses heavy and tight; slumber escapes me, lost away
in the night.

I wade through the shadows, each moment isn’t always a gem,
in this fragile ballet, still I cherish them – boxed in my heart; in
this life of a square.

Likely in the world,
we all love to step over each other.
But if we're all each other's step,
where's this staircase leading up to?

Stand where you'd always stand
its a stampede: for us to be in one
direction of a standing
There's wisdom under my feet,
still the won't understand the miles
I've walked

As is your standard
we all have to stand for something.

Don’t close your eyes on your dreams—
you’ll lose sight of what you believe.
The will of your work is measured by
the work you’re willing to put in.
As I live in a house of emotions,
courting words to plead my case—
bleeding through a see-through face.
A quiet ache, always on trial.

Knowing that the high-and-mighty
Christian is the easiest target to bring down.
Careers cut short— because in short, they
never really knew the Lord.

And me?

I live like the world’s greatest plot twist,
my mind a tornado of thoughts—
every turn unexpected,
every breeze loud with questions.
I’ve known the chill of a cold finger turned
trigger. And felt the weight of a sharp tongue
used as a silencer. As it’s easy to shoot yourself
down the same way you shoot others—whether
whispered or screamed out loud.

But those who follow their worth,
instead of searching for it in the crowd—
those are the ones who stand out.
Aloud.

Spread joy in your smile; be it contagious! As when you see a man
raging outside in public, it begs the question to the eyes; “he's a bit
outrageous?" And even as you get too good at your ***** talk; leaving
a stain after every kiss – do remember, when you take the hand of a
man’s princess; you'd be wise to make her a queen.

As any fault in a man’s armour, becomes the perfect aim to his heart
and on his path, he walks with the info he has to better chart. And as
you try to do your part, to show honest, and non-faulted love; it can
feel short sometimes –

still... don’t cut yourself short, when the world hates to see you stand
tall. Won't you hold onto the assurance that your Creator stands taller
and always above it all.

Stardust in your eyes, fairy tale inspiration
of the princess I can see
I'm just sad; a poetic anomaly, and the social
deviate from being any standard of someone to love
But I gave you my heart—to concede the respect of your
royal family ties to love a moderately *******

We could find the keys to lock our love in wedlock
beneath the solid surface of desires nightly
imaginations of the best positions to get that perfect
bedrock

You're waking up in the long creases of short socks
as it's human nature to want to increase
An increase in the funds to afford the fun
of a light-hearted pleasure under the lights of stars
And I could count them all, but they'd seem less
than my scars

Still its astronomical of all the particles of earth
that I'm always struck by your eyes stardust

—let the stars of your celestial align to constellations
    of my sight; drawing the beauty of you. All so like
    the Heavens of it's warmth, I embrace you of warm
    remarks, into the heavenly scented perfumes while
    in your arms. In all of your open encouraging love.

—the desire fill; a fullness of seeing you fulfilled
    in joyous love in yourself, others and that of it
    that came from God. I'm in love with your love.

—set fires that can't be contained. Passionate red,
   burning tears of the redness running down my
   cheeks. I'm at peace; even as this head aches,
   of when you swept me off my feet. Brushed by
   a fade of love. It cuts me in half; straighten me
   to align at your appearance. I rest in your stars.

Our lives should be like the
stars of the sky.
Amongst all darkness,
there's always a light standing out.

So many stars out there,
still you can be the brightest one.
Even though we sometimes don't see it,
there's a light inside all of us.

Starved breaths for time, and I’m so hungry for air
As the sky offers these familiar breathless chambers
A cool taste of a drink in the ashes of a cigarette kiss,
My throat hungers for rain, and I must swim in this-
Fathomless ocean, drawing from blood mixed as ink

The picture of words stings under my salty wounds
A few inches above the bottom of depression, I hover
Saints gather by a curve of faith, of a bend in history;

Truly it’s a mystery, to acknowledge a scent of victory
To see your purpose fully naked, of revealing a destiny
Even though, tonight I enter these years flowing past,
The land’s path we all follow; I grow hungry more so
To be fed with any more time to fully experience it all

I’ve met dreams worth the future underneath their eyelids –
Those good enough to profit on; a dream’s hope for prophecy.
I sat in place of longs; longing to be heard, longing to smile,
Longing just to be – where is that perfect place of longevity?

Too many past thoughts – I’m a past life, and a list of regrets
Of course, I feel human; so humid, under these pressures of life –
Tears in my eyes, pools of emotions, and drowning in my sweat.

We'll strain walking up mountains, leading to life’s successes –
To taste that peak, and utter so proudly, “it was no easy feat,”
Even as right now, I feel stuck in place – I’ll still move my feet.

         Step by step...          Step by step...          Step by step...
                            Step by step              Step by step.

Give a say on steps means I'm overstepping
But I do like to stay a step ahead
But come to think of it
that last pun was a bit of a misstep

So please let me know about your feet
Cause all this stepping may lead to stepping on toes
And it's a possibility if I'm stepping out of place

But let's go back to the first step of me overstepping
I did it in a way of stepping out

So don't be expecting me to be stepping down
My foots hard onto the ground of a stepping stone
And that's stepping puns of this stepping poem.

Sticks and stones to break your bones
Stick your nose in being too nosey,
and you may end up with a ****** nose

From the spirit of awareness,
while playing cold in the growing times of old,
doing right not seeming the farest,
And being so kind is often the rarest.
Breaking the stigma of a point of view,
and perhaps it is true of being the right thing to do.

Cause I may understand a lot, but a lot seems lost,
From paying the cost and gaining the loss,
of being cut off materials of the world of it's one cloth.
And how gracefully we fall right from the top,
when the minds are found but the hearts are so lost.

A stigma we break, till the breaking is broke,
while laughing at the world but you are the joke,
Losing my doubt, but more of my hope,
the actions I do they hardly be spoke.
Oh really, how do I even cope.

The stigma of flesh yearning for silver,
dull eyes dreaming of gold.
And pieces of debt to pay by being your Master's pleaser.
Had it been of my soul being sold, and likewise the world of being so cold.

Books of old,
have held the knowledge of new.
Testimonies of the days before,
prophecies long before us.
If you've read enough into text,
such things have come now to be true.

Looking with only eyes,
doesn't grantee any sight.
Your heart too knows,
whether it being right or wrong.
In the very darkness of night.

As too the soul,
beholds things coming before,
You spirit remains soundly calm,
as you anxiously wait for what's in store.

Take a moment of breath,
don't be so anxious and weary.
You seem to know little,
when you feel so uncertain.
Breathe now, stop you're fearing.

Be as the still waters,
find your calm.
A tender whisper to soothe a child,
find your stillness,
And sing it in song.

where are feelings aren’t involved – feels like we’ve evolved
backwards; undecided on whether we’ll do it for gain or the
appearance of love; this life lacks resolve. from a mortal heart,
is this strangely undying immorality – an act of all our sin being
washed off our backs, though pieces of it seeming much harder to
dissolve.

at this gravesite – would the flowers you bring for me often,
be the ones picked out of your heart; or just be a bunch of weeds
to pick on me one last time, where you washed my face with your
crocodile tears in my coffin.

would the angels and I be laughing – knowing that those who
spit on your grave will one day meet you again. you could still
water my grave in spit; I’ll still grow you pretty flowers.
they’ll hate you secretly, yet join you in saying Amen.

it’s okay… we pray for them often, to deal with the hate
they have towards themselves.

I am a poetic heart that wants to speak in prose – about the pros
and cons about being in love, or being alone. But don't you go
tripping on your words; you might just fall in love tonight. And
I know her girlfriend is going to preach to me tonight, and I might
just listen to avoid another fight.

She knows I've got a contraband of controversial thoughts, and I
wonder if I ever manage to cross the border, will I find my mouth?
While closing my eyes to the sun— the horizon never felt so dark!
But if we cross swords to spar, could we eventually make a spark?

But when your tears are burning in my hands; which blisters do I
call my scars, while losing the bite for time; like all the missing teeth
you find on the floor of popular bars.

I look in the mirror, and it still asks me who I am; whether or not
I'll choose to follow old plans — should the white in my eyes look
at all the things I like, and conquer those lands? But my black dots
are still slaved to themselves; when we seem to be strangers to
ourselves. I still shut my eyes when I look at myself!

I’m just the dreamer, lost in the static of the world—
a perfect schemer trying to carve a shape from shadows,
trying to make something of my own in a place that feels
prewritten. But who really knows what it means to lose a piece
of your ******* soul—

not metaphor, not poetry— but that quiet, splintering
ache when belief begins to bleed.

And that’s the cruelest part: when the dreaming continues,
but the dreaming itself feels so ******* lonely.
When every idea echoes in an empty room, and you realize
the silence is louder than your hope.

Still— you dream. Not because it’s easy. Not because it
makes real sense. But because what else is left when the
world stops listening, and you still believe? A piece of
that dream!

Knitted together by colours,
Thread by all experiences.
And through God's Love needle;

I'm stitched with his image.
Living in a material world;

But in an the after-life,
No longer in its texture.

I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.

You try to wake in your sleep,
with your many nightmares of deep.
You take my heart, you take it's beat,
you take it all, and you repeat.

You try to run inside your feet,
you try to take me of my sweet.
You take it all, it's everything,
you take it all, and you repeat.

But I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.


You try to wake inside your deep,
you tried to run inside your sleep.
You take my love, you take what I feel,
you take it all, and you repeat.

But baby girl I have a treat,
it's not my soul, but you can feast.
Just don't take it all, you not repeat.
Don't steal my smile while you walk down the street.

Cause I don't, I don't, know how to die,
Baby, baby, don't you cry,
I know that your heart says goodbye.
But I don't know how to die.

Just leave me be, and pass me by,
find yourself another guy.
Cause I grew tired of your ***** eye.
So baby won't you let me cry,
cause I don't want to try to die.

Cause you take it all, and you repeat,
you take it all, and you repeat.
Cause you took my heart, and it's a stolen beat

Baby it's a stolen beat.

The eye of the storm-
Reins one's worry
See beyond,
behind the chaos is the Calm.

By my life’s imposing conclusion;-
My poetry will all be an additional storyline
It’s words remembered; my memory but forgotten
Surely the beginning of someone else’s inspiration
-Of course, in the middle of their new found saga
  
     And by that, I shall be content.

I'm drinking young, as my body gets older,
three girls, and immature conversation on a long sofa.
The drinks get colder, and colder, my chest gets warmer;
on whiskey shots with no body armour.
I taste a sound, and smell a colour of doing in my head
over social trends,
Partying with people who aren't really my friends.
My bladder feels like a knife tip on my hanging joys,
Taking long pees, and taking chances with any girl; when I've
got the confidence of the boys.

Disco lights under the party life, a quick mix to dilute my
drink with some sprite.
Not something I love, but I'm learning to like.
Hype me up with cheers, line out my favourite gin, and
put aside those heavy beers.
I've got a sweet tongue for fun, a mix of sweetness and
alcohol like my favourite chocolate. Raisin and ***.

Too scared to cough; I might just throw up,
but I can't seem weak; so I'll just bro up.
Acting proud while yelling, "another cup"

I pass out, and wake up in a house that's not my house.
In a bed wrapped in a pink fluffy towel.
The someone by my side, if I can remember wasn't too
hot; but sort of mild.
By my skin marks; she seemed a little wild.

But I notice a wig on a mannequin head,
I peep to see that it wasn't the same girl from last night
lying besides me, on that bed.
She had her extras off on the dressing room table display,
She woke up saying, "good morning bae," and I went on exclaiming, "eeeyy"

She offered me breakfast, but I decided it was best
to break fast out of there.
She begged me to stay,  as her one charming prince,
but you know I didn't even care.

I wasn't too sure which neighbourhood I wound up;
but it was rather me getting **** in unfamiliar corners,
then getting bound up.
******* in a relationship that I never signed up to.
Maybe I had too much to drink... with both drinks and her
kisses by the mouthful.

How the story goes, and soon ends,
All in the story of events.

All of the sounds;
fading slowly into the background,
the sound of love; swish, only a rush nowadays.
Too many breaking up, down on their feelings
of being down on their luck.

Could make you go, "what the f..k"

But I heard they were looking for things
they couldn't find. Vroom, vroom.
Long trips at night; two kids driving down a hill,
about to live their life. Making out with one hand on the
steering wheel. Stirring their will; with tough love bites
leaving a wheal.

Mxwah, mxwah.

"Let's just enjoy the thrill,"
following each other's commandments. They both know the drill;
of hanging their clocks, with some time to ****.

Chirp, chirp.

Birds in the early morning of the season;
deep emotions their love has; but they keep on swimming.

SPLASH!

"Do you think this feeling will last," she had to ask.
In the relax of paradise; with no memories to
the past. Past the times of counting seconds to finally
meet.

Tic Toc,

Waiting by the corner of her house; waiting for him to
pick her off the street. They kiss to greet. Tss.
They give one on each other's cheek.

Sip, sip.

Of that strong black coffee at their favourite café,
they've been there a couple of days; and it's become
their favourite place. He licks his lips, "I need to ****"

Vvvvrrr, vvrr, splat. Splash!
goes the vibrating tap; to give his hands a rinse.

I forgot to mention that baggage of bags under
their eyes. They've been driving all night.
aauggh, he quickly yawns.

Where has the time gone; felt like they've been stuck
listening to the same song.

The envelope message of eloping away from their parents,
they're living so careless. A couple more miles from a
borders freedom. She's breathless; while he's restless.

On the highway, his eyes pull down; and the car pulls
away to the side. CRASH! BOOM!

Nobody is left alive. Just the sound of a risky love, and no
sounds of life.

Now all we have is the sound of silence.


                                                  END­

I act shy around
strangers,
strangely enough
amongst my peers,
but around you
I'm not as shy;
to be strangely in
love with
you.

strange?

I've been feeling some kind of way,
Let's all be the poor man laughing all the way to the bank everyday.
If that slow song played in the background, I try myself to dance,
Though my own two feet can't move side to side, step to step to the beat, I would still get caught up in it's trance.

If the sentence of my own death were to peak around,
I would take the time I have to enjoy the time I have left and live longer in that moment before I hit the ground.
Then after deal the hand dealt onto me.
Stack up a full house to build a home for my own little wealth and all I need to be.
Then fall in love with the one who stole my heart one last time,
And if the world were to crash into itself, I would fill her ears with my last words of calling her mine.

Lasting days that leave a everlasting impression to my body, heart, mind and soul.
Tell me what shall we do now in this Today's dream, millions of years aged like the black lump of coal?

O'Lord what shall I do next as I hold you as mine.
Bless what a troubled heart would find to bring itself peace. Given to me as my own hope in you, give me more time.
Even when my favourite song plays on the radio and I sing along with my broken voice .
Let no man stop me from singing to my own happiness. Here be my very own choice.

Feel this strange feeling deep in my heart,
I would be happy to lose it all for I've already enjoyed it all from it's very start.

On an open road, to open a world of a stranger's eyes
as the light in mine had lost its shine.
And what once was love or desire had been
thrown in time and consumed by it's fire

I was searching for something,
searching for someone...

I met an old man who wasn't okay- he said out of a
hanging cigarette, "son I'm doing drugs to **** the pain today
While lying to my family and pushing friends away,
as I'm nothing **** perfect, but I'm perfectly imperfect.
I never knew purpose, and maybe God did it on purpose"

He jumped of the edge of his dreams inside of his head,
in a colourless world —all passions were dead
in the grey smoke of cigarettes; he said, "son don't you see
I haven't prayed in awhile and can't crack a smile
I've been living on the line, but it's not drawing me still
I got children to feed, a nagging wife to satisfy and a house
of unpaid bills. I got ash in my lungs and a chimney throat,
I cough like a **** exhaust, and I'm exhausted beyond"

He didn't trust any man, or listen to gods,
his face was kind of odd, as his problems were round
Going in circles; he said, "son don't just believe a
beautiful title to a scene- you'd best **** believe that
there's more things hidden between. While praying on
your needs, some are embarrassed to pray on their knees
It's a deaf kind of silence before a man's defeat,
but you still have some time to deal with your grief
And life may take it from you, but it can't take all you
have to give. Son you best believe"

"Let your imaginations take you to places unseen
and don't let them trouble you of youth
Or let them tie you down in your shoes,
you've got nothing to prove- lest you proving how to lose
And don't lose yourself in this broken world, else you'll
end up searching for yourself. Don't look at me as a
stranger- I'm a reflection of yourself"

"We're not strangers in this this world
we're just living in a strange world"

Wouldn’t you like to know, the kind of dreams we could have
been — beneath the depths of the sea; cherished hopes drifting
away, swallowed by the relentless tide of time, as we strain to
glimpse the farthest reaches of eternity?

As tears cascade like a territorial downpour, your mind unravels,
as you lose the mind to all your ideas. You yearn for a peace that
brings you to your knees, a surrender so profound it echoes in
the silence.

With your eyes shut tight, you invite your heart to unveil its truths,
allowing your innermost feelings to emerge, unshackled and raw.
Yet here I stand, feeling unworthy of love’s embrace, grappling
with the remnants of healing from the scars it has left behind.

I’m trapped in a dream that's impaired – both lovely and blind.
An uncanny Eden, where beauty and confinement intertwine
in a haunting embrace.