Crusade

Alarmed as you shook me awake from my silent reverie, I slowly grew conscious of my glass menagerie. Others were always on the outside staring in, amusedly wondering which of the sins I would engage in. My world was taken by storm as all my plans had gone awry. I had intended to make a ripple on the history of man; to invent something ingenuous was surely in my plan. Yet cruel fate had been victorious once again, as I let go of hoping as I watched life's hourglass devour all of its sand. I was born to be the greatest, to shine above all the rest; I was guaranteed eternal bliss but instead became depressed. Life's burdensome facades never failed to rain on my parade. In hysterics as I reproached God alone for my reclusive crusade. Barraged with bullets as I tried to make it to second base, trivialized by material things as I saw the ugliness you concealed behind your face. I am entering a new era, a chapter of my own as the world sits and silently waits for another king to be throned. The only celebrity I respect is my own, no need to sycophantically adore the unknown. My posture is perfect, photogenic and correct yet you still seem to suspect me as if I am guaranteed to infect. I am not the victim of another birth defect, you should know this by now as I am your favourite subject. You may superficially cling to mundane, insignificant things as I am worth my weight in spiritual diamonds, while you are merely attached to strings. Like a puppet you insipidly follow all the other sheep within your flock, you can race against the clock but time will never stop. Chasing the fountain of youth that you are sure will keep you young, but what good is eternity when life's song has already been sung? Take off your rose coloured glasses that make you see in abstract, subtract the negativity and your life will get back on track. Contrarily, I will continue to resume the role that I have singlehandedly assumed, as I have paid the price to gain entry into my own, personal paradise.

Love

When love takes over, it has the power to ignite; it can rob you of your sight and make you lose your will to fight. When love takes over, it provided you with light throughout the night, fill you with the most poignancy to write and beautify your world to your delight. Love has taken over me, and I have succumbed to its devices. It has enamoured me, as I have paid its prices. This weekend has entranced me, as I danced within your arms. You are my knight in shining armour, and my soul's successful charmer. I was a snake until you played your enticing tune, blowing up my love as if it were a balloon. I am weakest when under your grip, as you are the only one equipped with the power to numb my lips. My soul is enchanted by your aura divine, even through my flawed design. This love is ethereal, as if it were from above. Your vessel empties into mine, purifying me like a dove. I kissed your lips so softly, as the breezes in the south of France. I held you so closely, as we slowly danced. You showed me Heaven in your eyes, as I witnessed the most breathtaking sunrise. You took my breath away, as you said those three words, that always make me sway. I am yours until the bitter end, until my soul is dispelled. I stood on the top of the highest mountain and yelled that you are the one that made love felt. It caressed me with its hands, as you showed me with your lips. It was like encountering the rarest eclipse. Your sun and my moon, dancing in the night; two bodies became one, as our love became so bright. You lulled me to sleep with your soft spoken words, opened my heart like most open drawers. My body is broken from years of misfortune, it is bent from all my torment and still, you come around to fill me with your scent. Your lullabies are my sole prize, the ones that strip away the layers of my disguise. No more walls for you to demolish, as they have all caved in. You more nails for you to polish, as you are where my life begins. I will always cherish your life, you are the avenger of my strife as I put away the knife that caused so much harm. Until the day I perish, you will have me in your arms. I have given it all to you, to love and beyond; shown you love in the highest degree, as you would delicately reciprocate and respond. I sought wisdom and found it in your mind; please do not let this depreciate, for this love is truly one of a kind.

Alice

My eyes adored you as you entered the frame, I was drawn to you like moth to flame. Months turned into years as we smiled to hide the tears. Pushed turned into shove, as we fell further out of love. You came along when I needed a saviour, but left me instead with a taste I could not savour. You vowed to reciprocate my love with gratitude but often failed to return the favour. You broke my heart, shattered it into a million little pieces. I sacrificed my self respect from the start, as you failed to see that love unreturned only decreases. My failure to note that you were secondhand, the jaded victim of another man forced me into this mess that refuses to succeed, as you line your pockets with money and replace our love with greed. You suspect my every motive, with your conscience full of guilt, as the flowers in our garden continue to die and wilt. I have lost my will to fight, as you deployed emotional blackmail to rob me of my light. Often harassed me with your malice, led me through your rabbit hole as if my name were Alice. I entered a world so enchanted on first sight that my heart beat in delight until you started to incite. This Wonderland felt nothing, if not grand and even better as you held my foolish little hand. You fought a war with words and stabbed me with love's knife. It cut so deep and gutted me to the core, making me abhor the feelings that I had stored. I cursed you out, tornadoes filled the room as I sat and cut my finger on the tangled web that you had loomed. Slept for so long, that I lost my sanity and song; stripped me bare and rewrote the words to my life and entitled it despair. I can no longer resume this tumultuous affair, that has cost me my fortunes and made me so frail. You were my greatest contender, my Queen of Hearts, as you blackened my soul and tore my world apart. We were a fairy's tale but one written for the blind, and only in braille. Our ship had long ago set sail, swallowed like Jonah in the emptiness of a whale.

Destiny

You captured my heart with your arrow and bow, and I desire nothing more than for us to experience growth. My violin plays an ode to our love, so pure and serene that it creates envy in doves. Your sorrows I will soothe as you lie in my arms, providing you with guidance and shelter from harm. The very night we met was nothing if not bliss, as I surrendered myself to your promise of eternal bliss. My soul cried out in glee happily, that you are my soul's mate on Earth, as you have managed to remind me of my worth. You are equivalent to your weight in diamonds straight from De Boers, as I envision our future and see sunshine for years. I will still know that you are the one, when my vision has diminished to the point that I can not see but only feel the heat of the sun. It bathes me in its heat and caresses my frame, as I relinquish my ego and refuse to play games. I sheathe myself in you, praying for more; your ecstasy has taken over me and settled the score. No longer naive, I am wiser now devoid of a script, I have taken a bow. You have chiseled your name into my heart, yet this required no effort on your part as you were inside me, right from the start. I experienced déja vu when I first saw your face, as I knew we had incarnated before, in this holding space. My soul is entwined with your body and mind as you whisper the three words that are much too kind. I have been a burden, spoiling you with my cynicism while you were the cataclysm that led to my heroism. Stripped of my devices, I can now breathe as I take your hand in mine and promise you eternity. Paradise claims to be as nice, even though I hear your name resonate in my body, not once, but thrice. The third is the day that I refused to let love pass me by, I love you and always will, no need for an alibi. You have saved me from myself and the throes of life itself, as I gratefully reflect and see that you have answered my cries for help. My confidence has risen to the highest degree, as I fall further in love and embrace my destiny.

Destruction

Insomnia strangles as it deceives me with false promises of sleep; it closes in and comes in for the kill, painfully sadistic, but always a thrill. I lie awake at night, innocently questioning the path of my life. Will it be one of wonder and love, or contrarily one of heartache and strife? I analyze every aspect as I am nestled awake, shaken to my core, and left yearning for retribution for the love that you would take. I asked the moon to reveal to me, all of our love's discrepancies. As if I was much to blind to agree that I was merely entranced by your perfumed potpourri. She pressed her face to mine and said, "Love too, goes stale, as it is not like wine but more like bread." I sat and contemplated her wise and profound advice, praying for a way to once again entice. But instead, I sit and write, hoping to earn some solace from these dark and lonely nights. Your betrayal still stings like a wound that refuses to close. Try as I may, I am still haunted by my own ghosts. I adored you with the fervour of an innocent child, yet you ignored my attempts, making me feel feral and wild. I was raised amongst Gods, given the utmost respect, until you pierced my skin and proceeded to infect. I have become toxic, your own personal Chernobyl; I have become so ignoble, as I sit isolated and absentmindedly reflect. I am a wasteland, barren and bare, devoid of life as you sold all my wares. Pillaged my village, and left me for dead; played with my heart as if it were on a thread. You used me to test your weapons of mass destruction, as I dejectedly waited for your next round of nuclear testing. You are Bush and I am your Iran, you poisoned my land as you did in Japan. I long to be free and fly away home, yearn to be asleep in this empty tomb. I am but a prisoner in this often solitary world; always an oyster, covetous of the pearl.

Poison

Our version of love had become such a dispute, push turned to shove as I became increasingly mute. I refused to wear the scarlet letter of love lost, so instead I would push you away and endlessly accost. You showed no emotion, your face was a blank slate, with reckless abandon, I continued to eat from your plate, all the while questioning whether it was all a mistake. I cried and I begged for you to grant me release, as I sat in your prison plotting ways to capture the keys. I pleaded for the remnants of my life that you viciously held within your hand; what would it have been like if I had never entered your dark and dreary land? You were vile and contrite as you denied me my rights, writing my fate with your pen as I pathetically transformed into the thorns of a rose with my pitiful, and depressing prose. I was your prisoner for far too long, as you shattered my lungs and silenced my song. At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. It relieves me of my loneliness, like a fine vintage wine. It is the only solace I receive in the walls of this asylum that offers me no reprieve. With no end in sight, I count my blessings and say my prayers, tuck myself in knowing that these fights will be the cause of my eternal despair. I turn off the lights and no longer resist the eternal slumber that has been closing in, I am finally at peace as I serenely sleep. You were the lethal injection into my veins, the cause for my strife and the reason for my pain. You were the jagged knife that robbed me of my life, the tormentor of my soul and the crooked piece that would never make my puzzle whole.