They promised me, a voyage to the moon One splendid celestial adventure The animate odyssey of the century An end to this peace finding venture. To catch a glimpse of the lunar eclipse on the way to the land of silver moondust to reside in its icy ambience where all your troubles turn to rust. Instead they swerved the ship - diverged headed directly to the scorching sun, Its' incandescent flames burnt & surged as my skin ignited in agony & formed- into charred fragments of despair - I'm ashes adrift in pitch black space out of reach & beyond repair gazing longingly at the moons' cozy face.
There will come a day; When you'll miss me And you'll wish I'm still What you're then; blind to see
Maybe on that day; you'll realise... I live my best... As ah honest man And a friend indeed Who always lend... A helping hand... when in need
You'll get the ploy That I was a lonely boy But a caring son A loyal lover And a buoyant brother
It will get clearer That I was a corporate ***** A competent teacher An original gents An OG; yes!
You'll understand... That the lot behind... That sourful smile... is a hurtful guy;... With a vengeful mind, a toxic heart, And a thorn-filled path
But by that time, Maybe my soul would've turn to star My body... buried down... Six feet underground My heart dusted apart With my deeds to the seventh sky Where judgement 'd be passed
And then you'll regret How you treated me Like I'm just a mess How you jilted me Like nothingness How you tossed me Like I'm option Z How you judged me As a prodigal son How you lambasted me Like an outlaw How you loved me with pretence and negligence
One day Yes, one day, You'll remember me Like you never did When I was your everything
The best of us poets can also love in the worst ways yet, be able to write about and pour it out in such a way, and say with words the most beautiful of things, and pretend to give life all over again so lets convince the world we are the greatest of all lovers write for me my dear write for me, like a poet does lie to me, with pen and paper and show the world how a poet loves
Sweats have turned blood My legs are weak Temporary turning me ******* I can no longer move Not a single step forward
My sorrow overwhelming, consuming I've travelled alone, left alone Hopelessly helpless in my journey In this tunnel of depression I'm condemned to suffer forever
But wait! I see something I can finally see the end of the tunnel from where I worthlessly lie Greeting me with a shiny light As bright as sun
Light, they say is hope, assurance, intrepidity, life, end of darkness, new beginning... Help is here! The suffering is almost over The curse of an unending loneliness Is broken, perhaps
Find me strength To drag myself once more To endure the pain one last time, hopefully Yes! Light! It brightens per each pace I move
But what if it is a train approaching? What if it's only a figment of my imagination? Just like the last time - countless times It makes things worse each time, quite deceptive And yet, it feels, like them all
As soon as the pen touches the paper He's in bed with her. Their bodies entwined, fingers touch Lustful lips engage. The ink spills, a saucy read, music hall madness; Deception and lies the step to our dance. Rapturous applause a whirlwind of fantasies, but The inks run dry. Our finale is over and my overture begins...