History must be the worst teacher,
Or humankind her worst student.
Over and again betrayed by the
Wisest and the kind that be fools.
She ask again in exasperation,
Do you reckon what might be the answer!

I dreamt of having a friend for life  

instead, I got a lesson for life  

trusted the wrong people with my heart  

So it ended up getting torn apart  

Standing here numbed with pain  

Hoping my tears will wash it away  

My childhood dreams have now faded  

My adolescent mind now has woken  

The people I dreamt who were my closes friends  

Turned out to be my closets enemy

Allow me to borrow your golden halo
agree to let me purchase your soul
every thing that shines has a silver price
every one who walks the earth must know
nothing sacred remains here
there is no more holy ground
crusaders and pilgrims alike have all faded
and the world has muted its siren sound

you taught me that just because we fit together, like two missing pieces that finally found their way after being seperated by the sea for years ; doesn't mean we're meant to be.

The world seeks out the youth in me
waiting to devour it eagerly
wanting to remember the flavor.
Lukewarm without seasoning,
consuming it---
first body, as sparse appetizer
then soul, as both dessert and entree.

Mistakes are used as marinade
drowned in salt and vinegar
the recipe of all humanity
before I am tenderized,
with each violent flash of the silver mallet.

Finally plated---
on the finest china
surrounded by soft flowing table cloth,
and folded napkin of regret.

Mind the spotless silverware
once cut, the juices begin to flow.
The menu is carried away
and the wine list is red.

I am revealed
then served with a green garnish;
under the nose of unforgiving critics
whose taste buds had withered long ago.