Times Over
The Fake God gloated and said
'Hey mate I win this round and for good'
He nodded and replied yes you win here
But not for good tho I'll accept the NTE
No disputes as numbers don't lie
Yes boss I know I failed in sales
Do what you will transfer or fire me
I'll transfer you to collections
Brian went on to say why did you
Follow me four times over Asia?
I worked in Bangkok and Manila
In Pattaya and San Fernando
You stalked me the same companies
I'd get it if we were pals
You're a fair boss but not my friend
Excellent at sales better than me
Yet you scammed one time and was
Booted out on the B2B account
I went to Bankgok you followed me!
Brought your Wallflower along
It's fine I ignored you both and now
I listen to your whys on my sales
I'm not as good as you tho did ok boss
I did my best and that's fine for me
Now you transfer me to collections
Normally that would be fine
It's not now and I'll tell you why
Fake God looked surprised
He was to the point
My Time in Asia and the BPO is over
I'm off back to Germany and elsewhere
Thanx for the B2B experiences
No more calls I'm outa here
Have a nice life boss!

Why does your smile feel so good
I wanna know
How the thought of me
could make it grow

It seems so easy
Something we can do endlessly
But in truth while air can get into my lungs
Like at times words don't form from our tonuges
Sometimes even if we drink from Lethe
Air escapes and we can't seem to breathe
Especially in times we can't seem to function
And can't reach our intuition

It seems so easy
Like we can do it tirelessly
But even in times so fine
The air escapes these lungs of mine
Even with the sun we can find
Troubles never truly leave the mind
Sores never disappear completely
So in something that seems to easy
We just can't at times
Even with the luck of 7 dimes
Just simply in a state of seethe
Its hard to breathe

every man looks bigger than they are in the shadows
it takes courage to step in the light
and really be seen

Fragile and naive...
Had she entered the pupa,
With a fear of the dark in her heart...

Headstrong and wise...
Did she emerge,
With a love of lightning in her soul!

A dark brown swirling expanse of ocean of unknown depth...do my eyes behold,

But to make certain the uncertainty I trap it in the prison of a cup...
I try to see beyond the shape of the watery brew...but with no success...

So when the sinister opaqueness tugged too much at my curious mind... I added sugar to make it seem sweet... But when the sugar melted and disappeared into the abyss... The tugging anxiety returned to me again...

Could a little lemon or some cardamom make it a bit assuring?
I knew not...

Thus, I sat transfixed at the mysterious vapours rising from the depths of the ocean... which I know for sure my heart can never reach!