I don’t know,
What is winning.
Is it real,
Or just a figment of human imagination.
Cause to you you may have won,
But to me I was the victor.
Or was this a case of strategy?
You won the battle,
But I won the war.
I will never know,
Cause even though the seasons will pass,
My love for you you will never know.
You may think it will wither,
But surely it will grow.
If only I hadn’t started a fight,
With the one I loved,
And would see no more.
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents told me day I day.
Red for love,
Yellow for happiness,
Green for intelligence,
And pink for speciality.
Red yellow green and pink,
Are the colors my parents used to say,
Before they took my life away.
Our love was like he Roman Empire,
Powerful and risky.
It was brilliant,
Yet odd;
What we were missing I don’t know.
But like the Roman Empire,
It all came crashing down.
All because if one thing,
The object of endurance.
As he said abort the mission,
I aborted life
I was like a rusty chair,
Old and unliked.
If I had only listened,
To not let go,
But to prosper.
As I wake up,
I smell the roses .
The sweet sweet aroma,
Of life.
And u thought,
To live,
To love,
I prosper.
As in about to live another day,
A big black figure comes and steals my life away.
To live,
To love,
To prosper.
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
They lurk in the shadows,
Where things whither and die.
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
They take out the sense to all things with love,
For they will do anything,
Even kill the one they love.
Bad people erase the beauty in life,
That’s why they are the ones that will die.
A man once said,” those who don’t love don’t forget.”
That those who remember relive
That the become again
Yet that makes me wonder,” do those who love , live?”
I am
Number 234
I will walk like the others,
I will talk like the others,
I will live like the others.
I will live in this world,
Where I drone in and on,
In this everlasting tuck
I don’t want to love,
Cause no one else does.
Yet I mourn to love,
I love love
The thought ,
The feeling ,
The sensations,
It brings loft to the dark.
I am number 234
And I am different
To be or not to be is that the question?
To have or not I have must I go on
Sometimes I see people sitting in their lawns
Sitting, thinking, contemplating that’s all
But do it not I do the words can build a wall
Some words hurt
And then they lurk
To say or not to say isn’t that the question
Because what’s fatal
Is what some people cradle
To be or not to be is that the question?
We are in an ocean
I’m just a fish
But you
You
You are the foundation of life you are the mermaid
I am hair a servant
To your slave
But I love you to the end if the ocean and back
And you morph me into a man
A merman who can sing and poetize
Who can profess his love
And that is what is needed
Because afterall
Necessity is the mother of invention