When I was a kid, Momma use to say-
Keep your head up high-
And sooner or letter I had better days-
Simply by giving life a little try.

I soon started smiling with tear filled eyes-
Grew stronger with every night-
Started to appreciate the blue in the skies-
and saw every morning as a new light.

I remember that one moment-
How I met my best friend-
And I don't know what it meant-
But that wasn't our end.

Life is beautiful-
If you look at it with blind eye-
And do things for you-
Rather than let your eyes run dry.

When I finally convinced myself that you loved me,
I could feel the hesitation that sits amongst your soul,
How can you ever love a being built with ugly?
How could one ever love broken pieces rather than a whole?

I could hear the hissing noise of your mind
As you told me you loved me-
With each day, each word spoken-
It became a pinpoint to where I lost myself.

You see, red blue and yellow.
They were all friends,
They had been setting trends,
And each colour had its own personality.

Red was a hothead,
Always jumping to conclusion,
She hated any confusion
So you would have to be precise.
When she loved however,
It was with a burning passion,
And when she hated,
She would make you rain blood.

Blue was peaceful,
Always the sullen eyed boy
He loved the sky,
Love the sea,
But at times he felt all alone,
And as a result,
he lived with the name he was given.

Yellow
Loved the sun,
He loved having fun.
If one were to describe him,
He was rather quite mellow,
And theres a calming presence
That comes along with
the words he speaks.

One fine night
As they spent in each others company
With fine dining and wine for delight
They decided to do something thrilling.
They joined each other
In a night full of lust filled fun
And as blue started kissing yellow,
Imprints of green on the canvas were seen.
Red got a little lonely and decided to
****** blue away from yellow for a moment
As they got to busy acts,
Red and blue left a patch of purple,
that rained along the walls and ground.
Yellow was allured by reds smell,
As a result he snatched her into his arms
Caressing her with his tenderly touch
and so formed Orange.

They formed a rainbow of happiness,
A combination of different colours.

It's 10 pm, Saturday night. I'm down in Jessie's place, just to join her in a lust filled night of sorts. Her blonde hair radiating from the lamp on the night stand. I carry her in my arms, both arms out resembling a father carrying a newborn baby except she wasn't my baby, not in that sense anyways. The tension in the air was so thick that even a butter knife couldn't spread the tension, but me and jessie had spread on our mind.

I could smell her alluring scent as I lay her down onto the bed, it must have been the thrill of daring to step into a boundary we had no knowledge existed. Love thy neighbour as heavenly quoted by men and women all around the world, I guess I was abiding by what I have been taught.

A little bit about Jessie, Jessie had these mesmerising blue eyes and had a husband, John,a fine husband, a brave husband who was filled with love.  John wasn't ever one to toot his own horns but he had the right to refer to himself in the third person, why wouldn't John be given the right? He's awesome and extremely brilliant at that. Nothing short of Superman or Einstein is what John has been told.

Jessie has been my neighbour for years, ever since I could remember. I drink a lot, so I haven't exactly the best memory of when or wheres. It was how we met, she was my neighbour and I was hers. Now we were closer, so close to the point that I could see her blue eyes staring into mine.

"Jess, I hope it's Ok, I wrote you ... a little poem. That's not...umm too weird right ?"

"Sure, as long as it's not something too eerie. Don't be too...what's that word?... Sappy" Jessie nodding in agreeance.

The words glided out of my lips like a gold medalist ice skater, with elegance and soft subtle seductive intentions.

'Love is like an ocean,
The sounds of crashing waves against rocks,
That mimic the sound of my heartbeat,
Love is more than an emotion,
Love is the echo of water dripping in a cave,
Love is a poison and a potion,
It is the pollen that fills the spring air,
Love can cause chaos and beauty
It holds onto your hearts and never lets go'.

I ended my recital by looking into Jessie's direction for affirmation of its quality, I couldn't actually pinpoint her ****** response but I'll try my best to capture it. Her eyes, rolled to one side in a condescending and demeaning manner but her smile was filled with some sort of ...actual craving for more.

My lips shot forward similar to the teens 'duck-face selfie poses', and I asked "So... do you ... like?".

Silence...

I waited for a little longer, or what felt like an eternity in my mind's timeframe.

Silence again...

I expressed my regret "Sorry, I'll recite another one?... Yes? "

"The sun and the moon,
You see they were friends,
But not everything twist and bends,
And even though the sun loved the moon,
He had loved her since yesterday's noon,
When she wasn't even around, he loved her.
Somewhere far away in the horizons,
It clearly never seemed to occur,
In her mind that he was thinking of her.
So every night, while birds and bees went to sleep
He died.
Just so her light could shine above his.
He died.
Just so her close friends, the stars could visit.
He died.
Just so the world appreciated her beauty,
Rather than his necessity."

Jessie still dressed in her singlet and underwear, quickly rose on two feet as a Chevrolet pulls up her driveway. A man with a neanderthal-like figure burst through the door yelling, ' I leave for business... and ya'll ******* in my house? ON MY ******* BED!!'

I tried my best to get past his door, because it was the only way I knew I would be able to keep my current state, the state of being still alive.
...

Jessie trying to explain everything with words, yes ...trying to use words with what clearly is a caveman.

'Darlin' we didn't do anything, he's just here yappin' on about something with moons and suns. I swear, I didn't do anything indecent'.

The caveman spoke again, in proper non-swearing, non-screaming English.
     'Sons? He was tryin' to put a baby in you? THAT'S IT!!.. Imma **** him!!'

That was the day I met John.

I have always tried to write
So that my demons are kept away
Not everyone puts up a fight
And so the demons see light of day.

I write this last piece for the friends
Who have seen me through insanity
For those that believe that 'things end'
And now my words are living in vanity.

Thank you for the multiple experiences
Showing me that life in essence is beauty,
That there lies things beyond appearances,
And now I guess I've served my time, done my duty.

I bid you all a fine farewelll
Praying for all of you
To live life in swell
And escape matrimony with feeling blue.