French class is boring, my friend thinks so too
She says it's tedious, and she would cut class
But then she said, "How about you?"

The teacher is strict, and yet she was new
Her somber shrieks could break the strongest of glass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too

One day she had a cup of brew
And she drank it when she was full of sass
But then she said, "How about you?"

She knew the drink was out of my view
And she said that the cup was made with quartz glass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too

She reminisced about her time with a saucy beau
And how he was a sergeant first class
But then she said, "How about you?"

And now she looks at skies of blue
And no longer she did harass
French class is boring, my friend thinks so too
But then she said, "How about you?"

Let’s stop this madness that you only want me when you are bored.
I want you out of my life you did nothing good.

You made me have false assumptions through your ever changing behaviour
And you have the audacity of turning tables just because things are not in your favour

The Devil was once an Angel indeed
The good deeds i have done does not mean anything to a cruel man

Everything seems meaningless and a laughing stock
I should have known that, you and your hidden agendas was the greatest barrier between us

The more the merrier you say
But what if i tell you that most must go and one should stay and if i say i shall stay
Will you let me or say you don’t want me?

Forget me not i tell you but you already walked away holding another woman’s hands
And it does not bother you that i stand
Watching you walk out of my life

You spoke my name.
It was a whisper
of innumerable decibels
but enough
for a heart to thump louder
than the thoughts in my head
which laid near your lips
breathing chills against my skin
freezing me from the time
I was trying to find a star
in the four cornered
motion slowing room
hoping for a wish
   let this time stop
       before we're burdened of this secret
   let me savor those innocent lips
      who unbelievably will surrender to my sinful soul
   let not a single second pass without remark
      for this night might be our last.
Then you spoke my name again,
with your eyes closed,
your lashes, breathing
all peaceful,
all saying,
I was in your dream.

I let my flesh bathe in the calm newborn sun rays,
While I listen to the gossiping topics presented to me by the waves, consumed.
Outside looking in, I'm just a naked man standing aimlessly in natures womb yet,
Through my eyes, I'm standing on a million acres of emerald dust, with my skin reflecting the surface of the Sun, my eyes incarcerating nebulas watching diamonds dancing in all sorts of blue.
And then there's this crown growing out of my skull....lovely.
Welcome to the land of a thousand drums residing in my chest,
Roaring with the cascades of energy my soul has possessed many of lifetimes before I became its host.
Welcome to the mind of primal instinct, where its shrouded by the freeform jungle like crown spawning out my my skull.
Welcome to the love I've had pleasures and pains of watching; wrong but felt right & right but felt wrong......
- Beau

15-25
I searched for love in Looks
Handsome face and I was hooked
I was shallow, I got took.
How I cried! The tears that shook
these shoulders due to Looksist lies
These men wore masks just to disguise
Now I find they were no prize.

25-35
I went for intellect.
I was much more circumspect.
But i got what you'd expect.
Just because a person has a mind
doesn't mean they're not unkind.
In fact they're meaner, you may find.

35-45
I looked upon the Heart.
Bravery. One who'd take my part.
I looked for talent, love of Art.
But still, no love did this search bring.
My own heart n'er found its wings.
The Heart deceives above all things.

Now I look not for devices.
That bring only deceitful vices.
I'm not willing for those prices.
My man's not beautiful nor bold.
He is smart, but we're both old.
Upon him I am totally sold...

... I finally looked upon the SOUL.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/9/2016

We belong
Neber der. Todo
Taykunsimphoenix

You are the figure who passes by my window;
The black that breaks the uniformity of the light
The stain that breaks the white folds of my curtain
The shape my heart throbs at sight.

You are the shadow I peek across my sills
The silhouette I long to meet
The fiction I fancy to be real
The phantasm I recall, over and over, in my head.

You are but real as a dream;
So near, yet far.

You kept me awake all by myself but you occupied my mind.