She appeared at the top of the staircase,
Light tangled in her auburn curls,
She gazed upon the glitter dance,
Where dresses spun in hazy whirls.

The delicate hand on the bannister,
As she descends from above,
Those lazy green eyes scanning,
The ballroom floor for her love.

He does not appear, she waits for hours,
Until the slow waltz does sound,
She tears his diamonds from her neck,
Those cut-glass dreams on the ground.

The sleeping eye
sees nothing aside
from the sleepers dream.
It may be shut
for fear to wake
only to face
an assembled fate.
May we never know
as sleeping eyes cannot speak
but rest assured,
these sleeping eyes do very well weep.

Look at my branches,
full of blossoms of comfy
respite for bleary bones beneath!

Look at my showers
that descend in driblets on the dry
grass and palms praying to providence!

Look at my pious light
that lits the pathways around
where walkers walk on nocturnal errand!

Look at me,
I am present on the earth;
dare to see me and keep to spread me!

this hum drum existence we live
working ourselves to the bone to have the bills paid
clock in, clock out
repeat

sometimes each momemt feels magical,
each one wrapped with infinite possibility

some days, life feels like utter futility
a grind till I get to the leisure or buy the next thing
I am supposed to work myself for

I am a clog in the machine of captilism,
but I know something that makes all this
futile monotony not lead to slow death of my soul

the secret I treasure in my heart is that my worth does not lie
in my production or function.

I have value, because I have the breadth of life flowing in me.
and when my heart connects to the bredth of life in you,
then two hearts transform futility into beauty
I realize for a moment I am not alone,
that a meeting of hearts sparked hope
and transformed each other from dehumanized
objects into persons

These waves of emotions have taken me by storm
These waves of emotions have made me forlorn
I am at times riding the waves higher than the trees
Then I plummet lower than I seemingly can be
I am drowning in the ocean, can someone rescue me
from these waves of emotion

It's twisting with time
knotting my insides
like a diamond in the rough
that's too tough to find.
The potion wearing off
covering my eyes with the cloth
of sins and sinister thought
feeling finally caught.

My mind won't rest
so why lie with the best?
Clear skies will never clear these eyes
and silver linings only shine
somewhere in the back of my mind.
A fool is the beholder
of this comedy, divine.

We carry these heavy boulders
tending to forget to shrug our shoulders
Release the pressure of our endeavours
of daily drums we beat with rigor.
Pit stop before the brakes disintegrate
from the overbearing weight of worlds we create
and expect it all to stop when we wink at the stars.
Returning to rest, only a moment for our conscious cranium
then awake and get going, just as quickly as we killed the engine
only a few lonely hours before.

When my heart beats
aggravated and aggressively
through my chest and clinks
my muscles, my blood flushes
my flesh and fools my mind
into thinking it is more than man.
When the words will not walk the plank
it isn't due to being dope or blank
perhaps it is my agitated state,
Flushed with flustered feelings
flooding forward and festering in the fetal position
inside my cells, banging the brains out of each membrane.
The last of my nerves being burned by a blessing
in disguise, as they often come,
When I bite my tongue.