Don't tell me its the right time No I don't need a wife No, not in these unsavory climes Else she's ready to split the dividends of strife. Don't warn me of the consequences of my actions No I don't need advice Allow me the opportunity to face my demons Else I remain helpless and unwise. Don't inform me of perfidy coming my way No I don't need a heads up You care so much about not leading me astray? Do me a favor, shut up! Don't even try to help me out of life's quicksand No I don't need a hand I either sink or rise Whichever occurs, let it not come as a surprise Don't console me after a colossal loss No I don't need sympathy I don't want to share the remorse Please, let me be.
I SPEAK
I speak When all else appear bleak The pen is my mouthpiece Its proficiency knows no eclipse I speak A bigger audience is all I seek I speak words not just for the weak But those on the longest winning streaks I speak To satisfy the soul of the fanatic The audience's approval, my most prized possession Stress alleviation, my sole intention I speak Lines specially for the hopeless romantic Smeared all over with picture perfect metaphors Betelling moments to treasure I speak Its what makes me tick Even my silence speaks volumes Far reaching than the most read newspaper columns Hear me speak Listen to my musing Thoughts adorned with rhetorics Liberation, the ultimate reason.
TAKE ME AWAY!
Take me to that place where dreams felt so in place, where joy ran amok. That place devoid of all earthly havoc. Take me to that moment when time felt unspent, when the senses were heightened. That moment only you and I have been. Take me to the place where in I find solace, where warmth runs so deep. That place where love is cheap. Take me back to the moment when ideas descended in torrents, when magic happened without wielding a wand. That moment when I can do no wrong. That place brimming with sanctity where peace resided in perpetuity, where the grass is green and the sky remained blue. Take me back to that place, would you?
WHAT IF?
What if the stars refused to shine? And my horoscope ceased to align Would it spell impending doom? Should I expect an unexpected boom What if I stared so hard? But still found it difficult to perceive What shall obscurity offer? Wouldn't I be left aggrieved? What if I lose my lover? To the unyielding grip of the Grim reaper What would be my reprieve? Do I still have a reason to live? What if my dreams turned into nightmares? And I become imprisoned by fear Who would come to my rescue? When in captivity of resident evil What if the world becomes inhabitable? And my leaders are held accountable Would they crack under seeming surmountable pressure? Can a future still be assured? What if my place of worship is reduced to ashes? Would I dare preach peace? All I need is one good reason To keep me from getting even.
Do You Remember The Time?
Do you remember those days? Well I do, like it was yesterday Stress-free loving all year round We were undoubtedly the talk of the town. Every moment was like the first time You blushed while I rhymed Can you still discern the sound of my voice? Your silence used to hurt, it was too much noise. I know you miss the feeling Of how we reasoned in unison A feeling so surreal Only it was so real.
BLEEDING HEART.
My heart bleeds Injured by my deeds My heart aches Its survival seemingly at stake My heart bleeds Trampled upon by unfortunate people-stampedes The pain recedes Only when momentary love intercedes My heart bleeds It incessantly pleads To be put out of its misery To once again beat free My heart bleeds Muscle slowly becoming rigid Losing its fluidity Slowly embracing flaccidity My heart bleeds It can no longer sow love's seeds Disturbed by surrounding weeds Draining it of its utmost needs My heart bleeds What do I say to the kids? Before its condition become so vivid And I start to appear pathetically pallid My heart bleeds A heart that now misleads Independent of its former beliefs Searching for a now expensive relief My heart bleeds Helpless against inevitable vicissitudes Hapless, but hoping to succed Regardless of its ineptitude My heart bleeds Damage done by my lover's indifference Damages rendering stitches impotent Drop by drop, my heart bleeds.
Masterpiece.
Rhythm & rhymes Attributive of a masterpiece Line after line Even more captivating as it proceeds. Words carefully chosen Sometimes sonorously spoken A piece of the author’s mind Transcending lifetimes. The message to be relayed And the style of communication Intriguingly interrelate Grabbing the listener’s attention. A masterpiece to savor Exciting a certain type of furor The audience, trying to decipher The state of mind of the composer. A movie never before seen Music never before written An unignorable originality Fueled by an innate creativity. A masterpiece is born Of a mind pregnant with greatness A profound phenomenon That the world cannot but bear witness.
Conscience
A minute short of an hour
Spent in the seemingly cold shower
Reminiscing,
Wondering how he got to this point
Cursing,
Wishing he had a choice
Last few moments on replay
Inevitably, needless to say
Matters arising
The earth still revolving
On one hand, his ill-luck
On the other, a pistol cocked
This is the life he chose
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