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Daran Roberton Apr 2018
Here I am, here again,  lost in imagination of what I think I want
But that's my heart, the games it plays, always leading me to illusions font.

My life's lacking, the insecurities within, surfaced again and pain will follow
My heart's involved, blameless it is not, it fleets as well, darting through feelings like an in flight swallow.

The scene is familiar and not unknown, it will consume me for a time then fade
I never understand the message conveyed, I feel the feelings of an insecure child, another charade

Oh my lord will I ever learn to accept reality, the out-laid truth
or will I continuously flow through the unreal and walk the fragile roof.

I know that a fall is my fate, a heart destroyed and smashed more readily than a fragile vase
I voluntarily take myself there, to the very edge but this time my heart I beg.

Release me early, release me now, let my intuition through, my mind to thrive.
They have the keys to reality and can unlock these chains of the unreal and contrived.

Reality and truth is there gagged and bound, held hostage by my treacherous heart.
But experience is strong, knowledge abounds and my mind is smart.

Not this time, you malicious being, out flowing feelings that have no ground
The victor this time will not be yours heart, you wont get your way from the unfound.

My mind has matured and experience abounds, I know the truth from logic gained.
Be free my mind, be free my intuition, fly and be free, quiet my heart, silence it, keep it refrained.

We shall win this one my friends, reality returns, breath easy and pulse be calm.
We won the victory and the nerves are soothed.

Treacherous heart you never learn, but you will this time, you will be muted.
Let the mind and inner voice speak before you decide you have been suited.
Daran Roberton Apr 2018
Those that have just want more
They’re too scared to end up poor

They think that money secures eternity
But they’ll still die just like you and me

Don't think you'll live for evermore
It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor

So share your wealth your life wont last
You’re going to die like those who’ve past

As your wealth grows the risks do to
The more you have the more they want you

They'll rob and mug at the end of a knife
If you save your wealth you'll lose your life.

The hungry and the needy the homeless on the street
Spare a thought for them you rich whenever your paths meet

You've got too much for just yourself, so Spread a bit around
Before your life expires and you end up underground.

— The End —