All the innocent eyes-
guilty of something;
Guilty pleasures that lie,
resting in between their eye.

Raised to be-
a lover and not a fighter;
But a fighter for my love.

All pictures look the same to me,
whether trending or not.
Won't lock my eyes without a key,
So pointless to ride a wave without a yacht.

Are we;
are we are?
To be;
what is love,
Love is what?

Who are we,
Are we just who?
Why do we live;
Or rather,
why we live & do?

How we are to be;
be it how; we are-
Us; Love, All Creations of God.

You could paint-
memories on a canvas
But everything in it
                    Bleeds.

All that you've;
been through in life
Splashed and sheds
                Like tears.

Strokes of luck;
I do wish I had
Brushing away pain;
            And all griefs.

As life's a portrait-
a profile of you
Draws you in ink;
    Of days you've lived.


A master of-
your every piece
Portrayed by actions;
Canvases of what you did.


             Bleeds like tears;
               And all griefs
         Of days you've lived;
     Canvases of what you did.


               But an Untitled art piece.

Tranquillity and wealth; boundless treasures can feel almost
like a torment—a magnificent chandelier in the heavens
merely flickers like a cluster of torches.

Triumphs and setbacks; would the spotlight still shine on
those who remain oblivious to your struggles?

In the whispers of dreams
behind the cracks of time—dipping feet
in a sea of tears
A cusp of fears in the year's transition
I have this constant thought of you;
painted in vision

As like the kisses of young
wrestling tongues for an excuse to say we're not
in love. But are we not?
To no fault of our hearts; beats away from me—
darling it hurts being so apart
Frozen in my mind, as when my side is cold
I've never spoken such a feeling
before; as after I fell...I fell deeply in love with
YOU

And like you, IT was all so beautiful

How funny is life, when I try to help all people,
but get accused of being called too nice. Acting a little mean,
then they say I don't care about human life.
I guess I'm supposed to be a bitter sweet spice?

I'm so useless, for people to use less for their appeals,
and often priceless; at a price less of being any real.
Life is just a biscuit, but unfortunately not everyone
has the cream. But here's a dream, lurking in a nightmare,
an omen in the eyes of the ungodly—the identity of a nobody,
and the somebody only with the right amount of money.

They tell me I'll be great; I only need to be a little patient,
I must of misheard them, I guess the meant "paid less."
I've gained a lot of lessons, to lessen my chances of not gaining
a few blessings. But explain to me why the teachings are so depressing?
A serpent in the sheets, are the scales of lovers nowadays; you pay for recognition, and ironically the obliviousness are getting paid. We all know that devils name, but plead cases as if hell is going to change.

Success is such a mountain, and failure an easy path.
Dreams are like a fountain, but the taste of reality gives it a laugh. You'll always be your past, searching for a future. And the present
in itself, is trying to avoid being the biggest loser.
Trying to be hopeful, in a life being  promiscuous—it's all
just a *** full.

You try to live for the moment; it's momentarily
as a distant picture losing focus. Life is an untitled moment.

There lies a straight and narrow life, visioned in my crooked eyes,
as I dream of a thought, but never thought much of the dream.
It's a constant struggle to grasp the concept of common sense,
trying to make sense of the world around me.
Sometimes though, I feel the need to find a few commas, not only
to improve the flow of my writing but also to make a little more
of the common cents, to bring more financial stability and
understanding around me.

I cannot; would not, still I can knot the lies on a
twisted tongue, but I've come to realize that like wood,
which doesn't break as easily within a knot, I too have my own
strength amidst the tangled web of dishonesty.
A reminder that we all have the power to resist falsehoods
and maintain our integrity.

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty,
I still hold onto my thoughts of the present, cherishing it as gift
in the moment and treasuring the lessons and experiences that
shaped me. I understand that these present moments are
the building blocks for my future. Each choice and action I take
today has a ripple effect on what lies ahead of me.

In this fleeting existence, we are faced with two paths — either
we cautiously tread on thin ice, carefully navigating the dangers
and risks, or we seize the opportunity and run as quickly as we
can towards our goals.

Regardless of which path we choose, we must always remain
cautious. Life is fragile and transient, and ultimately leads
us to the inevitable destination of death.
Try your best to enjoy all that you have in the moment.

I strive to maintain balance, embracing the straight and narrow,
in the complexity and uniqueness within my own perspective.
Like tranquil waters patiently awaiting the refreshing touch of rain,
it is wiser for me not to resist the natural order of the world;
instead, I rely on my God to serve as my powerful weapon.

Trodden puddles; muddy waters of cattles laiden on the
path of a dry river bed. The surrounding being ever present
of one's land loss. It's love (like many hearts) so bare to the
humid air, under these heated moments. Skins have broken
out, in my rash decisions.

Don't butter me up, to spread the falseness of a left hand.
Though it's right isn't always holding onto doing right.

Shall I tend the field—once after the herd passes? Let no puddle
be open on where you walk.

Tears running down my face, chasing after the emotions it has to
express – while the flowers rest upon the gravestone of my heart;
I am a heavy sigh, the trembling echoes of regret; still, leave me a
love that I can never forget. As the stench of the night lingers beneath
the phases of the moon, I carry these different faces, depending on
my everchanging mood. And as dreams are summarized under your closed eyes – witnessing those visions come to life, feels like a
blessing in disguise.

There will always be those who care for us, as we’re surrounded by
those who stand around us with different shades of their masks.
Must I be aware of every whisper that tarnishes my name; the ill
spoken against me– for such knowledge breeds a sickness; for even
as pride reveals a man’s vulnerability, the desperate need to validate
oneself, shatters them to hopelessly try and find those fulfilling
pieces.

All the greatness of tomorrow lies in songs yet unwritten; as we
navigate a life of enforced discipline for life is beaten. For mercy
won’t exist unless we give it a reason to live. The love you hope to
receive is also the love you're willing to give. And how long, and
how we'll live, rests on all He permits.

The end of this Untitled Piece.

Skinny-dipping thoughts; the barest
form to say their dressed words
Body shots that taste so vacant,
for those working ceaselessly on themselves.

And to those opposed to their opposite of love;
with hateful manners on glass table tops,
Brushing off former charms of love, swept
under the rug; while after all the wettest kisses;
heartbreak tastes so sour, while everything else
requires a couple of mops.

For I had slipped into its fall, hoping for the
spring of emotions, but I crushed my crown;
feeling royally *******.

Twisted to one side; and a jab of sighs, for
taking the time for somebody’s love sickness
—must have been its favourite patient.

| a remedy to life
   swallow sunsets- be a little bright
inside. Shine in the night; knight guard
  the day, don't forget to pray.

  treat life sweetly; a lollipop- sometimes
   it *****. A crazy chocolate, you're acting
    a little nuts.

  be ashamed of letting yourself feel
   ashamed, deal with shame to not turn red
when they mention your name.

| life is a few sips of water; no need to rush
    to it's bottom. Take your time
   be patient in patience impatience
  what can't be controlled,— let go
let go at times to gain back control by tomorrow.

   don't spill the remedy, don't drunkenly drink
     till empty. Just sip this remedy at a ready
              .....it's untitled remedy

To play in the keys
                 of love; a scale
                               that flows up
                                                   and d
                                                           o
                                                           w
                                                           n

She was a chorus to me, so catchy to the ear,
                                   but of course grew so annoying
Played so often, that I often felt it was out of key

                                     Flat; as a bare chested experience
                                                      ­ having a heart trapped in a cage
Beating away all the many breaths,
       wasted on uttering those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,

                                           "I love you you"

           As so easy to say, what words a mouth can form
            ironically is the mouth so too to perform,

An act so alike to a scripted literature play,
to an audience, a perfect scene, unseen by the curtains fall
                   The applauds drumming over the despairs;
                                         but to these despairs going unheard


            We are all like cattle in a herd, drove to insanity
       to instantly say those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,


                                   "I love you you"
                                       "I love you you"
                                                     "I love you you!"
                
                                                                ­                            ...but why?

In the realm of dreams, where magic resides,
Lies a tale of love, where desire abides.
With purple wings, untouched by time's kiss,
A fairy's enchantment, a man couldn't resist.
Whispers of an enchanted forest, they say,
Tell the story of a love, so small yet so fey.

He succumbed to the enchantment of a fairy's charm,
As their love, though seemingly insignificant to the world,
Was a flame that burned brightly in their hearts.
It was a love so pure and genuine, yet confined
to the realms of fantasy.

My heart is ensnared by the way the light dances
in your eyes, a mesmerizing spectacle that nourishes
my very soul, you're my radiant source of vitamin D
As I lent you my tank top, my thoughts were tangled
in a web of our silence, as we shared a kiss that lingered
long, leaving both social tanks on E.

Your lips remain sealed, yet they whisper of fervent
dreams, each smile a fleeting glimpse into your passion
The career you envision unfolds like a cinematic masterpiece,
with you at the helm, boldly declaring, “Action!”

As my admiration for your curves surely deepens,
your unwavering positivity are all these straight lines;
unyielding, resolute, and always moving forward
Your essence is akin to a pen, sharp and purposeful,
having a point to make, making it so easy for me to
spell it out to you;  U R truly Gorgeous.

You and I – companions, yet at times adversaries,  
we are akin to the stubborn clash of oil and water:  
elements repelling one another, yet bound inextricably,  
Unable to sever the ties that bind us, no matter how  
tainted our love may appear with each utterance of devotion.  

“I THINK I’m in love,” a phrase that sends shivers down
the spine, as daunting to voice as it is to ponder; a relentless
battle within oneself, questioning the authenticity of such feelings.  

“Do they feel some kind of way?” becomes the haunting
echo in our minds, as we yearn to be known as “us.”

Yet, while “Us” dances seductively in our thoughts,  
a luscious word, what of the truth that resides within our hearts?

US

Them: the beautiful time; love being a weight upon wait,
what **** given? It's walls have caved,
upon the piece of walls for a peace from wars.
This is our love, beauty; all in time —this is us.

We're in love...

I

The enraged beast; a cutting tongue
to every word that she spoke
Drawing all of those shadows that you
make, with a pencil that was so blunt
She'll cry a river of crocodile tears,
with emotions left behind, as she puts up a front

II

Send shots to the skin,
bullets for eyes, and words of it's smoke
To the smile of death, heard by that
phone call. -I have enough senses towards violence

III

Oh I'm leaving-
now to that place far away to love
And it's tears that taste of gold
            ...sigh, once previous memories!


IV

A soul so *****, so close to the end of day,
I scrub, I scrub, and scrub again until I
can see how it was on the very first day
Knots tied in dust, and a stench unlike
no other, walked all over by the end of day
That's both of us; really just the same,
how I often feel like my pair of shoes at
the end of every single day

In the summer of 15;
I fell in love before 16.

Sweet as it was, we both felt stuck in an
everyday lover's dream.
High school sweethearts, spending our time
kissing in every free period. No thought of
taking things slow. In the three months it became
so serious. I was young, she was older; she had
the richness of my heart, and I felt poorer.
My bae, I used to call her. Back in the world's
crazy phase, the good old days. When boo, was
part of the common pet names.

I'd save the small change of tuck; to try my luck,
of buying things to keep her heart. We never started
off with hugs, but loved kissing inside an empty class.
Love letters I always wrote for her, were too many.
Filled with my confessions, ***** intentions,
and their best mentions.

My first inspiration to pen out poetry.

The summer of 15,
filled with the songs about loyalty.
I openly told her all my secrets, wishes, and all. I had
fallen in love, but never did fall.

I saved up to buy her a birthday present. A silver watch,
perfumes, lover letters, and a necklace.
The first Valentine I got a rose, and was truly
lost for words. Her name said in vein, sent chills
in all my nerves.

But I was dating her, and all of her friends,
buying out my heart for her,
to be all her friend's shares and spends

In the summer of 16,
we broke up on Valentine's day. Her
eye was caught by another, of higher richness to me.
I was told I should feel guilty.
"I did it because, you did it first to me!"
All I could muster was a long "really"

But she'd meet karma, and along with teenage drama.
The one that wooed her heart, did woo three others.
I went on to lose her number, in classes barely
speaking to each other. Having peers, insult me for
potential years, just added to the hidden marks
of last night's tears.

In the summer of 17,
my idea of love had changed.
I wasn't feeling the same about the event's of love
coming my way.

So now you know why I hate Valentine's day.

I

alone and happy on the 14th
i rise to the occasion; as it's
beautiful rose

II

roses that are red, and violence not so
new. sugar lips of a nightmarish diabetic kiss,
but what stops a love sick fool

               ..i sit back, and watch the view

III

a heart made of steel
someone stole your heart easily, cos you're
leaving the windows of your eyes so open;
there's going be a lot of robberies this
Valentine's day

IV

here's to a valentine red:

red as the flags of one you
should avoid with caution
red as the daring run of emotions
being chased by a bull
red as the tomato of a terrible first
kiss, causing acid reflux
red as the overdrawing of your account
all to prove you value someone for a day

V

"would you be my Valentine,"
he asked her on his knees

A chuckle she gave, "tis these only
few times I have a man on his knees,
afterwards spoiling me with dinner and
eating out"

                                               wink, wink.

the wettest grass-
are the tears we shed.

So when our eyes are: dry and
so empty,
we know all our grass is dead!

on the greener side...Do you know
how to even get there?

Searching a heart' veld, what
shall you find?

(all has been destroyed
by a tragedy' fire)

As to start all conversations, with an ending thought
to all discussions. "I choose to say a few words"
To express more in an after action; a moving poem.
I self identify as a pen—how and when?
We both bleed the same. We both could be weapons stabbing
at your side again, and again. And again!
But I’m not violent; I’m priceless—priced less for being
like this. Now isn’t that so priceless?
Rebellious and outspoken when my pen feels profound,
only when the right words are found.
And I’m actually funny, but no wait—not so funny.
I’m broke, but not referring to not having money.
I’m a joke, that I sometimes find funny. But in the current
currency, we sometimes fold like money. Easily at times
as a worthless currency.
Looking always for the perfect piece —well you’re looking at it.
Guilty of being authentic; point you finger out to say he did.
The poet who knows it!

Called by the stars,
seven heavens knowing my name
Amongst the trumpets, and the angels praise
under a name of Grace. I am saved—unafraid,
paved lead by the golden streets of paradise
My body is no longer alive; just a husk bound
by the rules of earth. My spirit arise!

Heaven is warm, the skies bright
I lost my butterfly wings, caught plenty in
the net of time. These are the eagle wings I have now,
to rise to the presence of my Lord; lost in stars!

This life is bitter; dearly to me—as only a moment
is sweet. My eyes deafen defeat, defending it's right
to channel violence with peace.

There's a war inside of me!

A looming shadow is every brick, every corner, every
tiny echo of the walls. Of my room, my mind, heart and
unfortunate life. Fortunes of which are counted in Heaven.
A golden castle —I'd trade every brick on earth.
Trading my life away of this unsettled grief.

In blades of grass—so young under the tears of sky.
Shattered, fragile in a forest made of glass.

Under a moon's walking due; as the sphere of Sun's pass.
I throw my heart's mass into the winds whisper—guided
in the voice of above compass.

I shall unmask beauty pinned in the skies, painted in the
natural scent of Earth. I yearn as the birds; singing a pleasing
song of day's first. The last sweet symphony till the earth is
no more. Before the Collapse.

Let me die singing to thy Lord,
in the following song of Heaven's chords.

To the awaited vineyard—as shaky lips are no more.
A taste of Devine; desirable passion burning as a fierce
fire. —As like my God, who has consumed my bare heart
of ravaging love.

My hungry eyes, burn eternal for my spouse.
As like ten million stars—so bright; I am blinded by love.
It is young, and untamed. As the mighty steed, wanting to
seed mates. Love is wild; but under the one you truly love,
shall it be tamed.

Shall your ears quake at the voice of your love— as your
lips call their name. It will be as the flower, twisting itself
towards the glory light. As the appetency of waters, the
nurturing and care. I pray where you set your dreams, your
love be there.

May the shape of their love be pleasing in your eyes.
As the romances be anew, of a new experiences night.
Prize them as something you could never afford, care for
them as the only you hold. Bring them up as righteous,
and blameless to the Lord. Pure and untainted —speak to
their ear the beauty of His Word.

I entreat to all. Love your beloved, as Christ loved the church.
I entreat to all. Respect your beloved, as they see you of your
worth.

Manicure the landscapes of my gaze – a far-off forest whispers
sweet nothings before a lover fades into memory – growing
weary; the taste turns bitter, like rising *****. Lingering sweetness;
the flavour of honey clings to my lips, a hive buzzing with our
fantasies woven in dreams – yet this imagination comes tethered
to a swarm of bees.

A television muse; she’s a show looping in my thoughts,
preying on my moments, I’m praying pretending to be
faithful, my hands are little more faithful than I was to you,
never keeping you in focus.

We must have believed we were creases, yearning to love
beyond the inevitable wrinkles – beautiful, flawed beings;
yet even a beast knows it must seek another to thrive.

How humans are so vile.

At a shot of love,
to protect your chest
Wear your sleeve,
guard your heart
Wear on yourself a bulletproof vest.

****** to True love.
My understanding of it isn't the highest of most from above.

But I know a bit. Just say it were enough.
With the baby steps I'm taking wishing to pass the crawling phases for the ground feels TOO ruff.

This is my first time, I'm just so scared of the pain to come.
Scared of falling too deep that I can't get back up to add it up all by a sum.

Commitment and loyalty is all I ask for,
When we bound TOGETHER by the flex and ring.
Bleeding our very love through my pores.

Just scared when that will come to be.
Could it be too soon or late. When the days of I have become of days of WE.

I'm just the ****** to true Love.

Ballerina creases – a ballad of broken pieces,
Break me down in parts, where pain still leases.
My past lives on in inches, bruised by time,
Dancing round the reasons, moving out of line.

Features of me—like a painting left incomplete,
Still breathing, still dreaming, still finding my feet.
Out in the field, trying not to fall behind,
One step ahead of a runaway mind.

Stable thoughts, but the engine’s wild—
Horsepower pulling my inner child.
A wagon of dreams, heavy with code,
I’m stalling, I’m shifting—about to load.

Don’t sell your soul or cheapen your goal,
Even the prettiest dreams can be sold.
We don’t own it all, yet still owe it all—
Through rain and snow, we rise, we fall.

Chasing myself through a frozen road,
Where passion burns, and a runny nose shows.
They can’t see breath—or the vision you hold,
But seeing it yourself is what helps you go bold.

The dark marksman it was,
blew an arrow into the chest of the world
Piercing it, marking it with the numbers
it had perceived added up to it's worth.

6 ties into tying so many to their sin,
but it had been redecorated as, "us practicing free-will"
6 of their artifacts that attracted the eyes of so
many; many of which who prayed to He is one and many
6 of the sons to dance circles around a bleeding world,
the blood of innocence, used to block out the sun.

It wasn't a dream,
but still I could have dreamt of it's unstoppable omen
In the likeness of it's raven's eye
-all was black as the night such a bird only sees
Birds made of black filled the sky of day,
turning it into night. Looking closely;
it wasn't birds, but the fallen angels no longer flightless.

Bathed in the likeness of a hopeful day,
I learnt it was a river of blood drowning the
souls of every child lost in a darkness of no end
I could not see their faces, but I could taste that
all were afraid. As the appetite of destruction, filled
the belly of a beast,- but it roamed the world still hungry
As you could never see it above your head; as it's worshipers
plucked one of their eyes out, to witness their godlike master.

And if you never learnt how to pray in
the beginning; you'd never know what words
to cry out when you're feeling lost & desperate in the end.

But I doubt enough would even listen,
no, no, the message varied to be just an opinion
As the words became twisted by the tongues
of people who were lukewarm and unsalted Christians.
-a tongue twister; the words of false prophets
the words keen to your ears, and hands that take your profits.


               None could see, that we needed to be
                        saved from such a world, saved by the Lord.

Colours of old,
Tried to paint them in a portrait, but do I feel so bold.
Feeling feels so dull and empty,
But I hang on to the joys of all that is this blessing.
So found is peace and love to heal a soul.
And new rebirth for this being to hear a Father's voice out here and there to call.

So give  me piece of sound so I can sell a voice just to communicate,
Piece of my mind inside of my brain while I try so hard to competent.

It's so hard to be yourself,
when you stuck playing the roles of someone else.
But I heard one true voice inside my brain,
So I cut through all the shame and cast out all this pain.


Voice

he had voices in his head
all pushing him to the edge
they come to you live,
but are all wishing him dead

the silence is loud

At the tip of your tongue,
o' love, so much I can taste-
      the taste of your love.

My dry lips that call,
  those licks of words.
You come to my mouth,
as it's theme song!

For as you are my darling companion,
    shall I find myself in you,
    as I rest under his strong embrace.
My lover of his brightest eyes,
are like sun kisses to my face.

As gentle as the gazelles,
and all their delicate deer,
   my love for you shall arise.
I will embrace the touch of
     both our wettest skins.

Stuck close to the grips
     of your sweetened lips.
Close to feel the gnashing of
        perfect teeth.

Come away from me-
     my mightiest lover.
Your touch for me is much.
     You are the glee to my heart,
held down by your love-
  on this scented bed spread.
By suchlike a touch so rough.

Your beautiful eyes of their worship,
as with a strong voice of prayer.
I shall plant within you,
  of what more words show.
And shall we together,
be of one flesh, and
       bone of bone.
To our spirits to connect
              of their souls.

Could be-
On a journey for love;
Just let me find my feet.

The path of life, has endless battles following;
Feet are in a steady, but their steps can rattle,
In it being tribulations; let yourself seek & find;
Gain new revelations; and the truths you'll find.

To perhaps go searching through ocean's deep;
Sitting and waiting by the edge of life. To then,

                                 Take a leap
                                        ....
         ­                               ....
                         ­               ....

All spirits long to seek; further than it's flesh,
Deeply in those questions; without the answers,
Ending physical form, beginning spiritual quests.

Wait your turn, others will fail in front of you,
    Learn from where you stand
You too shall have your losses,
      But lesser the former:

Wait your turn, as love is a given,
   Still we must search
Not of a love out there, but a love
   In us—worth to be loved;
Don't chase what you can never hold,
   Nor trodden grounds of crave:

Wait your turn, till death picks you
  Not to be called by sparing lips,
Risks are life—though aren't the ones to risk your life
  Treat a moment as it's the last,—make it last:

Wait your turn, for no success comes in a day,
  No peace of heart is without pieces
Littered with worry, how do you dream?

Wait your turn, for these lessons
  Are what you'll always own,
Wait your turn, to be a father, a mother,
   A success, a people and great story
Wait your turn, my children to be
        A woman and a man.

Inhale your airways till it turns into dust
I don't wish to grow old on your love when it feels like rust.
So if I die tonight to let you live a second longer, surely I will and must.

Exhale who I am onto to your flesh
Reckless as I am you'll still take up the mess.
Why not lie to me about how you're really feeling when you know it's hardest to confess

I'll take in all that you are, but shall I give.
I'd face all my Demons, probably lose my breath. Give my life for you so to live.

I'll face the wake even though I wish to sleep
Keep you as you are.
I'll do the most that hurts me on constant repeat
Willing that much to go this far.

Don't act so afraid if I raised my voice to bring you down to your place.
Don't let a tear run down your face.
Just find comfort in my loving embrace.

But don't try to lean on my pride
Nor ride the rollercoaster of my troubles,
For you won't enjoy the ride.

But still promise to stay by my side.

My fears may run like a river through my regret
And you'll think I may never face them. But you don't know yet.
For the course of that river is still not set.

I'll face the wake, though I wish not to,
I'll stick to my word even without glue
For I'd do it all for you.

Emotions that feel like morning traffic
—people are rushing to fall in love
Their tears are like a morning sun,
you blink once and it all seems to be gone.

While my eyes are like a bed; wrestling on
a mattress just to fall asleep
My kisses act like their in charge, to
make another mouth my turf to assert my dominance,
Though I see some of us live quite a remote life,
but we are often the ones who want the most control.

The ones to always rise to the loudest occasion,
pretty much the same people, who could never smell a rose.

To witness the entire world bathed in a single hue—  
I must have been battling for ages, confined to the realm
of purple through these battered, violet eyes. Yet, I found
myself dreaming—gently; amidst a sea of blossoms that
blanket the earth, soft carpets for my tender feet; the
fragrant embrace of lavender.  

So intoxicating was the scent that the deeper I ventured,  
the more it constricted my throat, stifled by the words  
I longed to voice. I wander through lavender dreams—
bewildered and lost; forever searching for a tangible end to
this reverie.  I leap, I tumble, I labour, and I cry out—  
carefully navigating the edges of reality, only to become
ensnared in a daydream.

But aren’t the lavenders as enchanting as her gaze; a girl I
yearned to love, though our time together was fleeting.

We never shared that vision of a wedding day adorned  
with lavender blooms, yet still, I hold onto the dream  
where I walk in dreams of lavender.

Building up my anger,
      brick by brick.
Laying a wicked heart upon
the cement of hurt I feel;
And if I were a street— everyone would
now be correct to walk all over me,
      brick by brick.

A bridge, to gap two parties as the
middle ground to all their arguments
—an abandoned apartment, filled with
all the tenants, of memories well lived,
      brick by brick.

A madhouse, for all of the creativity;
to out there for the world to even understand
So brick by brick, they lay
Day by day, I try not to build a
wall around my constructed smile,
      brick by brick.

Find for me a decent love that stirs a distant heart,
If I dare to love you, can I still remain the man I am—
the man you truly want?

Stitch me together with the stars; I shall fall deeper
in love, ready to fulfil every wish you want.
Adrift on the ocean, we’ll let time drown, washing
away the moments we’d share in this love.

Record my emotions like a demo tape,
tracking the melodies of my heart—
my mind, is a mere spark igniting the edge of a match,
checking the box to reveal the flame that yearns for
the love I too want.

            Want, want, want love... That is all I need, to want.

Back and we better,
Met you by the corner of lies. Warming hugs like a Christmas sweater.

Could be a shame,
If we met twelve times but I still don't remember your name.
And the lives of ours is a game, trying to keep to the ball
Dreams of the awaken calling us by the stall.

Set fires to such a world being so cold by fires of the Heart
Still lightness could be afraid of the dark or being a lonely mess sleeping on chairs of the park.

And if I be frank,
This world kinda stank.

Still, trying to be on a whole other level.
Couldn't we know any better.
Lonely days had us all but down by the colds of the cloudy weather.

Playing the love songs backwards going  back to the first steps of love.
Rich full men still want more, I'd be the hungry man on the cold streets. Out here to starve.

Warmth in the blankets but the lonely sheets are telling many lies
It's the penetrating game, trying to be caught  in between the space of your thighs.

Try to find warmth..

The nemesis, genesis – as I’m naming the voices that echo
within me, the moment I drew my first breath. They love
to play presentence, they speak tainted truths in the limits
of my psyche; giving me their word before my sentencing.

They believe in foretelling my fate in my mind’s prison –
casting judgment with every utterance; can I compete
with these thoughts, will I finish their sentences?

Often, I find myself so imprisoned in my own mind –
yet the irony lies in the fact that the door stands open,
as we permit our thoughts to dominate with their own
rule, and goals of leaving us so, so broken.

My mind is a place I roam around with caution!

If I put my thinking cap
in reverse to think back,
On the worth of my penny thoughts
how much am I getting back?

Sparing the poor man a coin
who sold me his cap gone to spoil,
For one last meal in his belly
before he goes to be with the soil.
What will be the worth of that coin?

Surely for each penny for my thoughts
gives for him lots to be bought.
Or am I as poor as he,
Spending the worth of time only on faults?

Who then am I to say I've done good with time
thinking back shows it's a lie
I'm poor, for poorly using up my time,
obviously so because I couldn't afford a cap of mine?

How so then, we love to waste the time
all with a ****** attitude.
Truly how isn't such an act an act of crime?