One side of my life is alive, the other is dead
I'm walking down the road trying to upgrade
Half of me is in a light but there's darkness in my head
I can do nothing though I pity those going days without bread
While the haves just flip through those pages I've read
They never see the floods and slides cause they read about business till their eyes' red
A part of me believes that I will make it through
Yet the louder part really doubts that is true
All I've done since is cease every opportunity by the beard
Because they claim he is bald behind
Worked my finger to the bone to be kind
For besides failure, there's nothing else I've much feared
Albeit the motor of my courage keeps breaking soon as its geared
You cannot guess the number of times I ain't cried when my eyes are teared

Take it from the racer, take it from a chaser
Take it from a player or pick it from the game
Take it from the greater, even from the lesser
Yes you might be better, but you might miss a lesson

Part of me gave up sometime back, the other says hard luck
I cannot swim across that ocean, not even like the ducks
I've seen less illumination and more of the dark
My road is filled with mud puzzles,once or twice I stuck in that muck
I struggle to survive, I'll hustle till the day I arrive
I'm like the worlds most wanted, karma wants me dead
But life thinks that's fair so she wants me alive
Unless I hit the canvas I won't throw the gauntlet
I might lack tributaries, I won't run out of faith through doubt outlet
All doors seems closed, I know there's one that got me here
The race is getting tougher so the finishing line should be near
Sometimes the sky is cloudy, sometimes It's clear
Some days I'm stressed without a solution, sometimes It's bear
Yeah

Take it from racer, take it from a chaser
Take it from a player or pick it from the game
Take it from the greater, even from the lesser
Yes you might be better, but you might miss a lesson

~•~
My truth memory
Is scattered
Like diamond roses
Wilted inside-
Crystallized fairy tales
Red riding hood kisses
Skullish smiles
Come to whistle
Their dead lullabies and
Musical cherry tops
White witches
Pen corpses
Mutilated whispers
Hyena cackles
Stir the magic batter
Of dying hopes
Sip on lonely dreams
Eat life with the
Honey bee
~•~

Hey, my name is…
Wait, you seem familiar,
I think I’ve seen you from afar.
Oh no, I’m sure I’ve met you before

I’ve seen those eyes
Those orbs, magnificent orbs
I’ve once seen them sparkly
I’ve even seen them fiery, I think

Oh your nose,
I felt like I’ve been under them
I felt like they’ve been on my neck
I felt like my scent was devoured by them

Those lips
Soft, sculptured lips
I think I’ve touched them before
Even kissed, but I’m not so sure.

But maybe I’m just stupid to think of the possibility
That you could be…
Anyway, hi…
I shake your hand and it almost did it

The feel of your callused palm, so warm
So firm, so gentle
So like someone
Maybe it is, maybe it’s not

Then you smiled.
Both ends pull apart, east and west
Revealing a face that made me hitch my breath
Finally it did it, but my breath remained held

It is you…
It is your eyes that made me see hope in love
It is your nose that sniffed away the fear
It is your lips that kissed me and made love

It is your hand that I held so tightly
Firmly holding on to the fantasy
That you are my prince charming
In this deceitful, cruel reality

I let myself believe that a gorgeous flower
Would ever grow atop the dead tower
Just like fooling myself that you’re real and will stay
But you’re a fantasy, too good to be true, as they say.

Then there was I, weeping for your goodbye
And I asked, “Did you ever love me or did you not?”
As the answer, you left me for another
The reason was the latter.

And here you are, in front of me.
Just like before, never changed a bit.
Same eyes, same smile,
Same physique, but with a different gal

My name is…*
Oh why bother,
I was just someone you left hanging.
Just a fool you seem to be forgetting.

a smooth sailing into the blissful lilac sky*
feel the gentle ocean kiss
melt on the splintered white fists
the emeralds which twinkle
within every teeth of riptide
Kings and Queens of the
smiling, singing brink
they wrap in a lovely embrace
as the honey seeps into their marrow
*like instinct

Oh, soft, sweet and vivid fruit
We greet you each morning with glee
Holding you in the palms of our hands
Toss you around happily

We wake up with a growing thirst
For your pure saccharine juice
Grab a glass, admire your spirit
Knowing well we have nothing to lose

Then we hack, and we slice
Through your center part, tearing away at the skin
Ruthlessly clawing through the exterior
To get to the lifeblood within

Back in our palms you find yourself
Weary of what may come next
We seize your head and the sides of your form
And squeeze before you can object

In terror you struggle and holler and cry
“Why must you do this to me? I’m a friend and I care for you so!”
But what you may have never realized is
We have always been both selfish and hollow

We crave something of substance and dimension
For one covets what one typically lacks
So while you believed the lies we spoke through our teeth
We held a dagger aimed at your back

When our cup is finally full of your sap
And you’re done being used for the meal
We throw you away after stealing your soul
Nothing left but a few orange peels