Whisky tasted bitter.
Darkness found her hold.
Even hate seemed incomplete without you.

A book?
A book!
A book!
A book.

Sometimes, he really didn't make any sense to her.
But she was sure, she didn't make any sense to him either.

She had asked him for a solution to a predicament. He answered with a question of his own.

There eccentricities were boggling, to people and to minds like the white spots around your eyes or the colour violet.

There was a point he was building upto, she was sure. Well not sure, hopeful really.

"So why a book?" She asked?
"Why not?" He answered!
"How would a book help me with my existential crisis?"
"Well, a book has been credibly established to allow people to travel through time. So how does one derive the question to 42? By a book of course. How does one spend 5 hours in 4 minutes? With a book! When the questions are more elusive than the answers, read a story taller than the empire state building. And you'll probably fly through existentiality, well of one form at least. Books are what make sure that time doesn't remain linear, but rather flows like a twizzler in a baby's hand."

"That was so nonsensical it actually made a little sense", she thought. She'd never tell him of course, his head was inflated enough already.

"So", he continued, "Read a book, and I'll read with you. And maybe we'll find the question to your question in the blink of that naked surety you find in the split second of absolute consciousness between the pages."

She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.

He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.

His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.

He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.

He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.

None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.

This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.

Airports.
Aren't they wonderful.
The most beautiful things on earth really.
Someone once said, "if you want to see true joy or sorrow, visit an airport".
As I sit here in sheer uncertainty of my whereabouts for the next 24 hours. All I can really think of is, how lucky I am to be stranded in one of the most emotive places on earth.

'As pretty as an Airport', Tattooed across the legs of a dear friend who taught me the joys of travel through her exquisite stories. Today I embark to make my own with all the plots and twists that lead you to love a perfectly chaotic book. The uncertainty of where, when and even with whom.

Oh joyous wonder. Oh grateful wanderlust.

Their senses fade, his through alcohol, hers through his words.

I met a man, not long ago,
Who gave his heart and his soul,
To looks so pretty with long black hair,
This girl became his foolish affair.

Now he knew love, and he loved her true.
More than she, ever knew.
For love is just a simple word,
Without the emotions, that break you up.

Infected deep with fear and doubt,
The lover drank for a courageous heart.
But a man's a man, a simple fool,
He counts his eggs way too soon.

The lover thought the world was his,
But his sweetheart knew better still.
For the blade was soft and the stab so sweet,
He never realized his heart missed the beat.

Her every word fills him with hate,
But still his heart she navigates.
And little by little, surly and true,
She will **** him, like lovers often do.

Prolific love,
you brought to me.
Through your heart,
you made me bleed.

Our love is old,
but our like so new.
This simple heart,
knows not what to do.

I needed you,
but you were not there.
Alas you found,
your sweet escape.

And here I sit,
broken in two.
But alone it is,
Just for you.

The alphabet jumble,
Became quite a Jungle.
Where letters fight,
Just to survive.

The A's against the Z's,
Like west against the east.
The vowels rule,
This grammatical feud.

There are few rules,
In this anarchic dispute.
Like I before E,
Except after C.

But two letters did stray,
So far away.
In this world so confused,
Love had found its muse.

They left their contempt
They shed their hate.
And they became immortal,
As our stories do say.

These two young lovers,
Are remembered still.
For together they defended,
What hate tried to ****.

And that is how,
Our story begins.
For that's what happened,
When I met U.

The sea is but a reflection of the sky, the sky thus sees only the sea.
For truer love is hard to find, than these two lovers that never meet.

The moon so full,
Up and high.
I feel a thought,
In me pry,
It feels unreal,
To live this life,
When all around me,
Futility flys.

Who'd have thought,
That in this room,
I'd become a man,
By changing moods.
The beard, the voice,
The look so tall,
It makes you not,
More than a boyish brood.

The truth we seek,
Is in our souls,
Our heart it beats,
To it's rhythmic fall.
So hear it now,
Before you lie,
About the man,
You claim to die.

Death's the prettiest form of love,
Eternal, quiet and forever alone.

No doubt still lingers, no unsure thoughts,
No insecurities of the skin or ****** flaws.

The warming embrace of death's cold hands,
Like the running of blood on the thick of the scalp.

The reaper's love is equally shared,
Between the prettiest madden and the toad faced fille de joie.

It's the eternal lure, the poet's device,
To ensure the pit stays, full of life. (metaphorically)

The silence is binding, and temptingly so,
For love is purest without any words.

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

It's a scary world,
My dearest friend,
Full of hate,
And intolerance.

It's a scary world,
My quite one,
Full of loss,
And loud guns.

It's a scary world,
My silent child,
Your body loses,
To an old man's voice.

It's a scary world,
Ooh faithful one,
Where men in saffron,
Can chop you up.

It's a scary world,
My weeping heart,
Where a simple thought,
Can put you behind bars.

It's a scary world,
My lost soul,
Where rapists walk,
While women cower.

It's a scary world,
My confidant,
Where freedom loses,
To growling chants.

The unknown faces,
It's always the unknown faces.
I'm petrified to say hi,
What would they think.

Who am I?
Really, who am I?
I've known me for 30 years,
But I'm surprised everytime I meet myself.

Now I've known you,
The melancholy of us.
We were perfectly depressed,
But happy together is unknown.

Who are you?
I've seen you so often.
You were my shoulder,
And I yours, but who are we now?

Dry eyed I don't really know you,
Hi I'm happy.
I've known you,
But I'd love to really meet you.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
Weeps the self pitying fool,
A heartfelt cry, cried every night,
The world he feels is too cruel.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The gods have been untrue,
A prayer sung right, is to reap great heights,
Yes the pious man lays unswooned.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
He sings this merry tune,
He sings to the world, hoping someone will hear,
And tell him he'll grow to.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The melancholy seeps through,
His world spins around, all upside down,
Yet unchanged he continues.

Boohoo, Boohoo,
The weeping man's a fool,
He lost it all, his girl and consorts,
This man is failure come to.

With every page turn,
He lay more sure,
That she was indeed,
His favourite parable.

The more he mused,
At her great bind.
The closer he found,
Himself by love's side.

But he did haste,
And seal his fate.
With a book without words,
Like a blind man's tale.

A pretty book,
Judged by its cover.
Left no content,
For him to discover.

A story read,
A thousand times.
Yet every word is new.

The bookmark placed,
In perfect grace.
Leading me to you.

She whispered the hymn,
In chorus,
As she's supposed to,
As she's told to.

The writing's on the wall,
The holy wall.
The only wall.

The new world didn't believe in boundaries,
In division.
The world was one, but the people two.
The educated and the broods.

She belonged to the unquestionables,
The holy few.
The god among men,
Who kept the world true.

She read the words again,
Silently. Remorsefully.
She didn't quite get the meaning.
She wasn't supposed to.

But to the world,
The holy world,
The brave new world,
She knew it all.
That's what they told her.

The ****** girl,
The daughter to love.
Meant only for him,
The god, the King.

For that's what it's said,
On the Holy wall,
That's what they told her,
She guessed she read it wrong.

"The game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant."

I burned that bridge,
Down the narrow road,
The one above,
The overflowing bourn.

I watched it's embers,
Grow bold and bright,
I watched it wither,
Like a cracking spine.

I burned it with malice,
I burned it with hate,
I laughed as it scorched,
And left ashes in it's wake.

I laughed at the sorrow,
Of those waiting fools,
I laughed as they had,
Nowhere else to move.

I burned that bridge,
With every sense of hate,
I burned that bridge,
Because it led me to you.

Push that bully,
Down the hole.
Let him grow,
All alone.

Ostracize that fool,
Till he beats no more.
Shut him up,
Let no sound out.

Ignore the bully,
As you grow.
Make sure,
He sees no hope.

Let no light shine,
Let no song rise,
Let no birds chirp,
Let darkness burn.

Push the bully,
Shut him up.
Silent that heart,
Don't let it fall in love.

I saw flowers of colours,
The names of which I didn't know,
I saw pretty girls,
Swooning over the black and the gold.

A painted beauty,
A premonition of joy,
The gleeful smiles,
The heartfilled cry.

The old and the new,
Married for happiness,
Married for two.
The happy ever after,
In the bride's changing room.

So here’s me,
In with a new concept of love.
Not one with a woman, girl or being.
But with a concept new altogeather.

We are victems of circumstance,
Of situations and places.
While you kiss her,
I kiss the sky.

A meteor shower,
Yes, bullets in the sky.
Our hearts align,
You and I, Me, Us.

I have never been short of words,
Until they were snatched away from me.
Like tongs on the stove,
With a fist full of marshmallows.

I loved you more then her,
But I loved you only because of her.
The lost souls,
Within this black hole.

Good morning.
Perfect morning.
Serendipitous morning.

Eyes have just opened,
Phone's out of reach.
Not that it matters,
It's Saturday.

There's a slight taste of yesterday's alcohol in your mouth.
But you don't mind,
It reminds you of the night.

You lick your lips,
There's a smear of raspberry there.
You smile as you remember.

Her name is etched in your mind,
Like the name of teenage lovers,
Tattooed on their backs to battle forever.

You get up,
The sky's a brilliant orange.
You admire it from your window,
No sound of traffic, just the rustle of the leaves,
And the chirping of the birds.

Clementine, you whisper to no one in particular,
You can't help but smile every time you think of her.
She came a bit like a dream, and you lick your lips again,
Just to remind yourself it wasn't one.

You live for nights like these,
The ones to reminisce about.
The ones you wouldn't soon forget.
And you wouldn't forget her.

Clementine. She walked in like a song,
Not a love song, nor a prolific thought inspiring one.
More like that foot tapping beat stuck in the back of your head.
The one that refuses to leave your head no matter how hard you try, no matter how many other songs you listen to.

All you can think of is when would you meet her next?
Would it be an accidental shoulder brush,
Planned to perfection at the next party.
Or would you ask that friend for an introduction?

You're perfectly ruined because of Clementine,
And you don't even mind.
You wait for the night,
When you'll see her again, albeit in a dream.

Clementine...

She sits besides me,
A smile on her face.
Her hair dangles playfully,
Across her lips.

She whispers her words,
In a silent scream.
That make me believe,
They're meant only for me.

Her hazelnut eyes,
Haunt my sweetest dreams.
Her cherry red lips,
Right out of my fantasy.

But in those eyes,
I see a silent quest.
A shout for cry,
A slight unrest.

An unseen tear,
Rolls gently down.
As she laughs,
About a time long gone.

Her sorrow is meant,
For her alone.
Or so she feels,
To brave the world so cold.

I touch her hand,
She looks at me.
The smile it flickers,
Just like an autumn breeze.

I look at her,
Without a blink.
As she looks down,
At her drink.

And there in the moment,
All was said.
She knew, I knew,
All that was unsaid.

And as she stared,
Through her hazel brown eyes.
Our worlds together,
It seems did collide.

But like the moon,
Never meets the sun.
This love story,
Was over before it begun.

Her hand it slipped,
back down below.
Her eyes they shut,
To leave mine alone.

As she walked out,
I stood there alone.
My cigarette my company,
My thoughts ran cold.

She disappeared then,
For when i met her.
She wasn't 'she',
She had become another her.

You broke me,
Absolutely and completely.
Your words more powerful than poseidon's trident.
Stabbing my dreams one empty future at a time.

I'm broken, empty and lost,
And I thank you for that,
For leaving me in scraps,
To build myself for tomorrow.
To no longer be vindictive,
To **** my ego.

Her body so slender,
The curves define perfection,
She's the coolness in summer,
The woman's a cucumber.

I'm living under water,
Breathing my last breath,
I'm in a perpetual state of bardo,
My existence between life and death.

Alcohol isn't numbing,
I look for a harder fix,
I need to remember,
What a heartbeat feels like.

I look at self destruction,
The immolation of my soul,
As the sweetest form of poetry,
My symphony number 4.

I'm floating somewhere high,
Or is it down below?
Days and nights seem to fly,
Time has lost its hold.

Existentiality is fleeting,
Insomnia feels like a rabbit hole,
The falling lasts forever,
The end is invitingly close.

Voices seem to echo,
Faces seem to blur,
People melt into one another,
Is there someone knocking at the door?

The scabs seem to be growing,
Yet I don't remember getting hurt,
I scratch at nothing,
Is that where my skin was?

There's a battle every morning,
And as evening comes to a close,
I wonder if I've won this round,
Or lost the war of my world.

I'm diving into darkness,
Swimming to glint below,
But is that the stairway to heaven,
Or Hades final call.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your decadent trends.

While I was a child,
I wanted what others got,
A cacophony of words,
In the form of popular songs.

Instead I got tunes,
Which I hated quite a bit,
Like some guy named Cohen,
Singing about a coat.

You gave me the Beatles,
And the moody blues,
When all I wanted then,
Were Vengaboy's tunes.

I suffered through a myriad,
Of nonsensical words,
Sung by some fellow,
Who called himself Scatman John.

It was truly awful mother,
Having to hear,
Some old country blues,
Through the mouth of Kenny Rogers.

You gave me a group of guys,
Who called themselves Queen,
What a weird thing to do,
When all I wanted was Emenem.

I heard of starry nights,
In the tune of Don McLean,
You even gave odd sounds,
Through some group call Floyd.

Now look what you've done,
Through this selfish act,
You made me fall in love with words,
And inspired me to write.

Dearest mother,
I have a complaint,
You've ruined me forever,
With your elegant trends.

Dear sister,
The world's a little blue,
Since I haven't talked to you.
Miles keep us apart,
Yet you always keep me in your heart.

Dear sister,
Funny how years brought us closer,
Our friendship bloomed,
Even as our distance grew further.

Dear sister,
We're a world of our own,
A friend unlike any other,
You've always been my protector.

Dear sister,
You've helped me mature,
I may be older,
But you're the reason I've ever really grown.

Dear sister,
It's funny how tradition,
Expects me to protect you,
While the whole world knows,
You hold me like glue.

Dear Tanavi,
You're the hero I always knew,
You hold so many roles,
Your true identity's a secret,
To all but the hopeless few.

No matter the distance,
No matter the roads,
You'll always be more,
Than the world gives you credit for.

I found balance,
In an infinite thought.
I found love,
In between a battlefield of lust.
I found beauty,
In a tornado of hate.
I found you,
In a crowded haze.

You turned my world,
The right side up.
You showed me the power,
And the Joy of Us.

Logic, it seemed,
Was for the single and ******.
It was now a game,
Of us against the world.

But even the silver lining,
Does eventually turn grey.
You packed your bags,
And flew out and away.

I stared into nothing,
Filling up on hate.
For eternity was mine,
But without you it turned grey.

The longer I exist,
The lesser I lived.
Till one fine day,
The flower changed to a scythe.

And that was the story,
My dear dark child.
Of death when he met beauty,
Who turned him to the dark side.

Jealousy is a part of love.
It is love, it's the hymn of emotion.
A true devotion.
You don't truly love someone,
If you don't own them.

She has to be yours and yours alone.
Completely. It's the only way she'll love you.
And only you. No one else, but you.
It's your ticket to forever, hidden in each other.

Otherwise what are you really?
Friends? Lovers? Just lost in each other.
But is that so bad?

Are we needed to be one? A single soul?
Made from different clay combined into one mold.
Are we to loose ourselves, our loves our hates.
To match one another.

Love is fleeting and in that it's right.
It comes and goes and comes again.
But is it love, if it has to be held tight?
With no space for more, all sunlight gone.

Remove the world from a newborn's sight,
And you'll be the only world the baby can find.
Love isn't gripping, it's not of a single shape.
Love is forever flowing, it's free to find it's form.

I love you my darling. I love you my friend.
I love you forever. I love you just for today.
I love you as a woman. I love you as a girlfriend.
I love you as an enemy. I love you as a stranger,
That I'll never meet again.

Through a prayer,
I saw your face,
And that was rather funny,
Cause a religious man,
I am not,
I don't believe in the holy beast.

I heard your name,
In a long sung Hymn,
It sounded rather sweet.
But that is odd,
Cause my sweet lord,
A Psalm I can't perceive.

The holy wine,
Caused me to dial,
You at your hour of sleep.
But then again,
It's the strangest thing,
Because only tea's what I fancy.

The lord speaks,
To me in tongues,
About your great beauty.
And the strangest bit,
Is God's my trick,
My favorite devilish feat.

Tragedy.
It's a beautiful word.
It's poetic silence,
A tribulation that makes for wonderful beginnings.
Like Juliet's death that spurned many a love stories.

Travesty.
It's a parley of hate,
Love through pain,
And words that gain,
More power than we know what to do with.

Daze.
Everyday. Every morning. Every night.
A breath of reality without you.
An understanding of corporeality.
Not far from your nightmares.

Reality.
Hateful. Painful. Resentful.
A motion without an end.
A function without an objective.
A grind towards uncertainty.

Tomorrow.
A new hope. A factual lie.
An unbelievable promise.
A filter from and dissemblement towards...
Tragedy, Travesty, Daze and Reality.

The moon looked down in envy,
As the sun shone with all his might,
To try and match the beauty,
That radiated from her smile.

She slips into the cracks,
So often I feel,
I no longer know,
If whom I'm talking to is real.

Her fictitious home,
***** her in,
Her books add floors,
Cemented by dreams.

She stares at ceilings,
And sees worlds breath,
The quite in her room,
Makes death question his being.

She looks at me,
As she sips her coffee,
She's never seen me,
In the mist of that coffee.

I try to see the world,
Through her eyes,
God would be jealous,
Of the universe that lies.

Her dreams tangible,
The world where she lives,
She's made me real,
Or made my reality slip.

We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.

A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.

We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?

The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.

And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.

Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.

The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.

And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.

To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.

That empty feel,
That grows inside.
The dying thought,
Of living each night.

The painful scream,
Of the morning light,
The awful moan,
Of the moonlit night.

The howling shriek,
Of the silent night.
It's all the music,
I dance to in life.

Loneliness is company,
My superhuman might.
Emptiness in meadows,
Where the sun never shines.

The mask of life,
Is all I know,
The borrowed smile,
My burden to hold.

Eternity keeps me awake,
Each and every night.
Tomorrow lies years away,
When monsters hide inside.

In the second their eyes met,
A world was formed.
One of absolute chaos and destruction,
The other of life and semblance.
In the second they looked at each other,
A universe was created and destroyed.

Instructions for use,
'Apply on face every morning'
She applied a liberal portion of happiness,
It was her last hope.

The yellow carpet,
Paves the way,
To the great abode.
As I walk down,
This unfamiliar road,
I now call home.

The song of fall,
A silent beat,
Unheard by most.
The crunch a note,
Of beautiful things,
That help discover the unknown.

Walk with me,
As we set fire,
That's still not as bright as fall.
Walk with me,
As we find our way home,
On the yellow carpet of god.

She enters the cafe,
As smooth as death.
She was a presence,
Less seen more felt.

The room went quite,
But that wasn't new.
She was the bringer of silence,
The harbinger of gloom.

She scaled in the corners,
She never wore a smile,
Yet her teeth were visible,
Shining ever so bright.

A hint of icy chill,
As people look around,
The tinge on their neck,
Instinct is on the lookout.

A coffee to go she pleads,
Pulling out exact change,
The cashier doesn't look up,
Why, he cannot say.

She slides away so quietly,
The haunted place grows bright,
Alone yet again,
This life offers no respite.

She's been alone forever,
Taking those in her path,
Her kiss is transitional,
She always leaves a mark.

She's had so many names,
She often forgets her own,
Misery, melancholy, sorrow,
Are only a few of those.

Depression is what she goes by,
Always on the move,
She's quite easy to identify,
But it's easier for people not to look.

A driving force, that digs deep.
I fear his heart, in a glass you keep.
The shallow hope, that burns within.
A sightless guard, you've found in him.
A kindling high, you do not fear.
To give the man, who's lived in tears.
Your two kind words, are more to him.
Than scrooge's wealth, that never grows thin.
A smile, a laugh a thoughtless kiss.
Is all he needs to reminisce.
Of the time he knew a driving force.
The girl who left his heart so cold.

We started a journey, a life
It was something of beauty.
An explosion that gave birth to a star.
There was love all around us,
And we created it all.

We walked with a smile,
Through every door,
We brightened lives,
And not just our own.
We merged together,
Two parts of one soul.

We drew it out,
Longer than most,
Our smiles were real,
Our passion showed.
Distance was a concept,
We didn't quite know.

But love is fickle,
Like a candle flame,
Its needs to nurtured,
And fueled to live.
And as colours grew,
To a lighter shade,
The autumn of love,
Came to shed it's weight.

Our passion's bright,
Our love is real,
But instances dictate,
And convenience creeps.
We do what we do,
And we'll do it forever,
But somewhere there,
The candle will flicker.

Our hearts will ache,
Our  adoration suffer,
We'll question love,
And pray for winter.
We'll hibernate alone,
And wonder what if,
We end it all,
And start all over again.

There's something I've lost,
And something I've found,
Experiences taught,
And my world turned upside down.
I don't know if what I do is right,
And I'm questioning myself with every swipe right.

We're so far in and yet so out,
We're completely undiscovered,
Yet bored of each other,
Forever seems long,
Tomorrow seems longer,
When did distances stop being measured in miles?

I finally get,
What the world always shouts,
My naivety of youth,
No longer stands out,
I'd rather swim with a large school of fish,
It's painful to lie yet we do it everyday.

Love isn't forever,
It's not meant to be,
They're just four letters,
It's just infatuation what we feel.
Tolerance is appreciated,
And content is better than wonder.
We'll only be happy,
If we have no expectations of of each other.

I'll call it off in my head,
Yet the coward in me,
Will never let you leave,
I'm sorry if I hold you,
A little too tight,
It might be my last,
And it could all end with a goodnight.

We found wings,
Within a storm,
So we flew,
To destinations unknown.

Hold my hand,
And lead the way,
For wherever you fly,
I'll forever be your tail.

We'll soar in the sky,
O're tress and hills,
We'll fly out of sight,
O're clouds and hills.

If we fall down below,
I'll be by your side,
We'll plummet together,
Till again we find our height.

The sights we'll see,
Will be magical,
The stories we'll make,
Will be mystical.

There'll be happiness,
And there'll be sorrows,
We'll overcome them all,
As we cross the globe.

And eventually these wings,
Will start wilting away,
Feathers falling,
Each with a story to tell.

We'd have lived through it all,
Together in soul,
Even with our bodies,
Away at different ports.

Mirroring thoughts,
I'll match yours.
Mirroring lives,
I'll try it out.

Comical joy,
I laugh with you.
Sorrowful day,
I cry for you.

Busy tones,
I wait for the call.
Monday blues,
I'll keep the coffee hot.

Long night drives,
I'll pull out my car.
Silent days,
I'll keep you guard.

I'll be your friend,
I'll be your lover.
I'll be there for you,
Up until forever.

The purple haze,
A shade too dark,
As day loses it's light.

Darkness falls,
Throughout the world,
An ode to lost love tonight.

I see the waves,
From oceanless lands,
A mirage, a beautiful lie.

I see the distance,
And see no end,
An endless void, the fright.

The crest and trough,
Of this quite song,
Love lost to sight.

A teardrop falls,
The building blocks,
Of salty bodies of life.

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.

She jumped from the sun,
And landed on the moon.
The galaxy her playground.

The celestial being,
The goddess of love,
His nightly worship star.

The universe too small,
She defied all its laws,
And shone too bright to see.

No man could touch,
Her perfect lay,
The dipper in the night.

And as he walked,
The same lost road,
To see her one more time.

He knew her love,
For him was naught,
For immortality was royal.

The pharaoh's love,
He braved to try,
As she sat with her kind.

But this love story,
With blood does end,
As he whispered a last goodnight.

One of the scariest things about life,
Is when it's all going right,
There's only one way for it to turn.

The thing about good times is,
That it makes you blind to any other reality,
Good times last forever,
And then they don't.

Time, is stolen from you,
Love, is ripped away,
People, are snatched from your existence,
And all you can do is watch.

Good times have an ominous way,
Of finding the perfect timing,
They know when they're needed the most,
And they know when to hurt you the most.

But the opposite of good times isn't bad times,
It's a void.
A lack of existence of anything or anyone,
It's a world in limbo,
Spinning at twice the speed.

Bad times are manageable,
The end of good times...is the end.

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.