I've only just begun to begin the beginnings of what's to come
They told me it couldn't be done and if it could it could never be undone
Reinforced the foregone conclusion that I sure wouldn't be the person to get it done
Maybe I'm a human counterfeit, a blasphemous false prophet, either way the unchosen one
A complete waste of profit, a wayward prodigal son on the run
With a set of wings designed for Icarus, the parable goes over my head as I race straight at the sun
Swung for the fence and got my bell rung, if there's no brain damage it's at least gonna swell some from the concussion
*******, would you look at that, they were right, it can't be undone
Realization hit as the last song was sung, forced through a cancerous lung
As the dung that fills me spills freely over my tongue on to everyone
A headache for some, fun for no one, ask anyone

©2023

i feel like a fool
proposing my heart to you

i was loving the moon

so exquisite
as she dangled above me
pinning my vulnerable self
beneath her

locking me down
with a sinful gaze
watching as i
slowly come undone

and when i thought
she had taken
what she came here for
she stayed
and listened to my nightly laments
offering solace to my silly angst

but by morning
she was gone
visiting other lonely, pathetic souls
offering them the same pleasure
she gifted me the night before
making them feel as special as i

and by dusk
she'd return again
as if she had never left at all
taking me for a fool
and maybe, just maybe
she might be right after all