Tasting the sweet nectar on your lips coated candy sweet .the glint in your eyes drives my heart to skip from its socket running three miles in a minute. My eyes roams around searching for a Romeo , a soul mate to fill the missing beat from love failures of my life. Writing love songs that never happens searching for someone to fill that hole within . The more I tried I feel ashamed searching for a needle in a haystack I might be a donkey lost in the pack.
Now please tell me what to do I’m stubborn and a rebel too. Wanting to write something that procured from my diminutive understanding having an amnesia, of forgotten faces masked each time we met ….oh such a tragic fate ! tasting love so sweet only to end up feeling betrayed.
In the end blaming my amnesia of forgotten faces that seemed to change minute by minute .I t must have been the medicine I”ve taken when I try to spill them on my mouth to end my life to oblivion when I was only 18 ,only to end up my stomach rumbling and tumbling in confusing roar.
Faces that seemed to eclipse , mingled with the sudden switch and closing of a window the minute it’s there the second I could not open or manage to get another stare.
Oh such a tragic fate! …to feel love but end up feeling betrayed.
You are there and I am here you seem so near but so far away.Trying the touch you but I can’t .
You’re only an apparition standing there like a cloaked man holding a scythe in his hand killing my soul within the fraction of a second . Holding my soul in your hand for a while I’m enslaved ready to do what you command.
A goofy ball doped and love struck lost in the world of illusions.Like a fallen angel from heaven ensnared and suffer in hell.
Drown to someone I can’t touch nor I can’t have all that was left are faded memories of those faces that seemed to intermingle and change all of a sudden. The game they played that rend my soul to pieces the truth is hard to accept and I asked for it to be part of the game it’s a shame what I’m looking out there are good friends. I’ve found one the best man among the rest who never take advantage of my vulnerable state.
I played my part in it ….my feelings are real but It might be the hypnosis or am I being possessed?
I was never yours no one else did….I write love songs and poetry inspired by strangers with masked nameless faces . A second of bliss that moment when I forget who I was , Who I am. That fared me to an adventure something that I could not ask for but learned to accept the realities of life. In my caged and restricted world the marked truth of my human existence, opened my eyes to the blatant truth , I realized my hands were tied and I’m not supposed to cry ….for my sins in the past.
The sinister smile that was lost and gone ,in seconds the doors are close the windows are forever shut ,this home where my soul resides have been corrupted for life. In misery and disgust my soul clothed in mud , in the mire I lie. losing that childlike innocence of my heart that consumes my life. There was a time when a devil paid a visit the sinister feeling of being possessed by an idea than can make my life greater than what was,. That was the price but now, I’ve waken from the truth of my foolishness.
I learned to accept that there’s nothing I can do depending on my strength without the help of friends.
All things in the world are temporary things the minute it’s within your grasp the seconds there’s nothing there everything’s a fantasy or illusion.You’ll accept that there’s nothing there but the beautiful words woven from that poetic mystical verses web and weave magically driven by the musical fantasy creating a legacy for a lifetime of memory .
This is something I confess my heart was lost in the miry clay of doom sold my soul for the sake of art and freedom of expression.