A side bar with myself,
A conversation lost between mes',
Heaven conversing with the ground below,
I found poetry in the distance.

Those three steps were the longest,
An eternity between each leap,
A sonet written between each pace,
Poetry at its best.

You held me together,
You broke me loose,
You added semblance,
To a chaotic world.

But words are cruel,
Like the whips of hades,
A slash, a ****,.
And you destroyed me completely.

I love you, I'm scared,
I'm not too proud to admit it,
Yet that's my flaw,
My undoing in this escapade.

I'm losing you,
I'm losing me,
I can't be what I should be.

Just one more step,
A left or right,
It'll make all the difference,
Between poetry sung or to recite.

I'm weak I fear,
That's why you'll read these words,
A tragedy,
Isn't always with physical casualties.

Candle lit dinner,
She was not herself,
Yawn, he was.

Those bridge​s.
Defiant, sure and ******.
The red lines defined by every move, every emotion, every tear drop.
Her eyes spoke the stories, if only he knew how to read.

My hair and I don't talk anymore.
It's really quite sad because we were quite insightful together.
But now, the long mop is growing awry.
He no longer complements me.
He's made a mockery of my style.
My hair, I can safely say, hates me.

We tried counseling at the nearby parlor,
The counselor goes by the name of the barber.
he chopped at the problems and tried to make things right.
But the difference grew right back.
My hair's indifference to me is blinding.
I mean, I literally can't see!

We decided it was time to spice things up.
Bring back some excitement. By bringing another in the equation.
The gel, our saviour. The hero of our time.
This ******* was love unlike any other kind.

The moral of this story, is still a bit hairy.
Sort of like why beauty fell for the beast.

Let's be reckless, selfish and all around greedy.
Let's hold the world hostage to our whims and fancies.
Let's be fanatically in love and unabashedly lustful.
Let's do all that in life makes us seem disrespectful.
Let's throw a party like the Fitzgeralds.
From money stolen from working class *******.
Let's be the villains in someone's boring love story.
Let's redefine love to a psychotic new level.

Swayed.
So easily swayed by your words.
Like a leaf against a gush of wind.
I’ll ride your words wherever they take me.

Rooted.
So firmly rooted in your thoughts.
Like the grip of an elder-tree to the ground.
Your thoughts are all that the world is perceived by me.

Flight.
Soaring high in your creativity.
Like a bird out of view up in the wandering blue.
You’ll design my world in all its glory and gore.

Hurt.
So painfully hurt by your silence.
Like no feeling that can be described.
You’ll **** me beautifully with just your silence.

My biggest lie,
Is my image at work.
An industrious being.
A diligent soul.

I shower my hours,
Like sprinkles on candy.
To an office that shuts,
Its doors on my feet.

The brainwashed child,
Of the lazy generation,
We're expected to overcompensate,
For their misbehaven.  

The life we live,
For a plaque and a desk,
The **** we take,
For a life of unrest.

They sell us dreams,
We can't afford,
Then make us slaves,
To free our souls.

The man is evil,
An awful beast.
He tells you how to live,
So buy us to break free.

The world is polluted,
There is no respite.
Every passion bought,
Every dream's got a price.

So punch those keys,
And get back to work.
Let's be frank,
It's the devil's world.