Home.

Time stands still, and for the longest moment I look into your eyes in which I see reflected the most magnificent sunrise. Reds dance with flecks of yellows, and golden ember hues, as you wash over me in waves, your music takes away the blues. The radiance you emanate feels greater than the sun, your heatwave encompasses me, you just might be the one. My glass heart is known to shatter at the slightest indiscrepancy, so take me in your arms, as we swim together under the sea. I will be your orchestra, conduct me as you please, just as long as you promise to continue to soothe me like the summer's sultry breeze. I want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees, cleanse me, make me blossom, and come give me my release. In return, I will provide you with my shoulder when you are sad and down, and assist you gain your balance in order to find solid ground. It has been way too long since someone else has also seen my worth, your eyes make my world go round, you are quickly becoming the centre of my Earth. Perpetually lost but rarely found, you make me feel brand new, as winter turns to spring I look around and I am reminded of the beauty that is you. Like Zeus, you are the god that resides within my skies, and through my countless slips and falls, you remain patient, and never make me feel unwise. The passion within me rises to the surface, overflows, and then I burst, as I dive into your smile with arms wide open, always headfirst. I looked before I leaped and was overjoyed with what waited for me below, my heart skips a beat, as your love excites me until I am aglow. Bursting at the seams, I rip, and fireworks explode; I am euphoric that my soul coerced me to follow this road Illuminated from the inside out, I smile until it hurts, no longer as isolated, or as arid as the Sahara desert. I am coming, I have arrived, and love that you feel like home to me, I may have many locks and guards, but you are the sole owner of the skeleton key. Follow me, as I take the lead, we will fly higher than Everest, soaring together harmoniously, I am grateful that you exist.

Social Comparisons

I may not have the nicest house, or the prettiest car, but one thing I know is that I have the kindest heart. Money might make you shine, and then glisten but if you silence the corporate slave within you long enough to just listen. You will see the beauty that surrounds you, each and every day; from the flowers that blossom without fail, and the skies that switch from blue to black to grey. The world is your oyster yet you choose to defile its worth, as you tear down the rainforests with vehicles that further pollute the Earth. Your oil spill may be your thrill, but it washes over me, blackens my body, and feels just like a pill. The kind that you swallow and makes you instantly sick, the type that was manufactured just to give you the intellect of a brick. They keep you supressed, opressed, and deranged, as the chemicals, and endorphins within your brain are rearranged. Estranged now, that you have joined the ranks of the rest, jaded and confused, as you continue your quest. How did the little boy who wanted it all become this creature of corruption that fails to enthral? I choose to break free, to rebel, and protest; refuse to feign ignorance, and be the victim of others' jest. I am worth my weight in diamonds, yet I choose nature instead. I insert lotus flowers into your guns, to represent the millions dead. Your world is so bleak, with supermodels painted to represent the havoc that man has wreaked. I am antique, as I stay true to my values, without losing hope with the progression of the days of the week. With your tongue in cheek, you waddle away, doing the dance of the insecure with your tails between your legs. You rarely have much to say, even on your brightest day, I have had more interesting conversations with bacon and eggs. Continue on your path that you think will lead to your salvation, as I watch from a distance and see the devil poke, and prod at you, guaranteeing your eternal damnation. Not self-righteous but right as I awaken from the night with the strength within me to spread my wings and take flight. I can make social comparisons no more, as I am starting to feel as dirty, and remorseful as the common whore. You can have your caviar, gold, and what you naively believe to be the finer things. As I feel the breeze from the trees, whilst pushing my children on swings. Success to me is being happy, inside and out. You can fade to black once again, as happiness fills me throughout, while the haze of your confusion lifts, and your world is once again filled with doubt.

Healing.

Once as chaste as a newborn lamb, temptation became my test, although I failed the exam, and joined the ranks of the rancorous rest. I could have had it all, as I set fire to the rain, if only I had the effort within me, to rise from the ashes once again. How does one get closure when their heart refuses to close? After all the words I should never have uttered escalated into blows? The cowardice within me was what prevented this man from being more than just a mouse, as we could have made a home together, but were barely even left with just a house. My cries, and pleas are drowned out by the sirens of defeat, as I left you bruised, and broken, careening wildly through the streets. Your smile was enough to light the city for a week, yet your silence resulted in me feeling like I had my tongue inside my cheek. Meek, and morbid is the aftermath of this man that was once a lion, our civilization could have been more illustrious than the Mayans. Yet instead we lost it all, traded in our diamonds for rubies that were much too small. The rings around my fingers, and the chains around my neck, bear witness to the ship that we abandoned, and then wrecked. Secure now, and safe once more in another's arms, no longer facing harm from the daggers that I had mistaken for your charms. Begrudgingly you judge me with backhanded compliments and words covered in scorn, yet I will always rise above, watch you fade to black, as I have been reborn. No longer torn between two worlds, dislodged myself from your broken pearls. Foolish of me to believe we could ever be friends, now that the red flags are back, and so are the trends. Your predictable patterns cannot be concealed, as I see through your facade, and know that you are not real. Just a figment of my imagination, you are but a mere shadow in the dark, as I check under the beds to ensure that you haven't left your mark. I now sip the finest wines, vintage, antique, and brand new, as you silently seethe with scorn from the acrid taste of your own stew. You brought me down and strove to make me your misery's company, but our waters were devoid of life, similar to the dead sea. I wash my hands clean of you, lather, rinse, and then repeat; no longer willing to compete, as it turned out that we both would cheat. No more thinking of you as I bid you adieu, the karma I have accrued has only grown since the likes of you. You rusted my heart like turpentine, so I will never again be thine, as I breathed a sigh of relief once our bodies separated, eternally grateful that our paths are no longer entwined. Ready to heal and move on to reach higher ground, watched my love come down, as my smile returned, no longer a frown. Silly of me to think you were the one, when you were hardly equipped with the ability to stun; shunned, I have turned my back to you, and the past. I was born to survive, as I will always outwit, outplay, and outlast.

Wasted.

One last look at you, as my face filled with disgust; your pathetic lust, and inability to be alone, turned your body into rust. You feign happiness, as you walk around acting oblivious, ignorant, and hideous, yet you're really not all that mysterious. To the untrained eye, you may seem like a prize, but intelligent minds can see that you are really just disguised. Like the beast in beauty's clothing, your packaging was more appealing than your fruit. If you dare to look this way one more time, you will surely get the boot from my abundant loot. Concealed within a web of lies, you naively assumed that happiness could only come from another's eyes. Rotten, barren, and bare, your skin will one day hang from your bones like your mother's stringy, foul-smelling hair. Pull out a chair, and watch me some more, as you emulate my persona, until you cannot find yourself anymore. You may think you have it all, and that the wonders of the world reside within you, but your walls will surely fall, revealing the ingredients that collaborate to create your toxic stew. Completely devoid of self-awareness, your kisses stung like acid, as your breath reeked of piss. You were an animal in your own right, white trash at its very best, once undressed, you failed to pass the dick test, as I laughed at your jaded jest. On your quest, you failed to find the security within yourself to be with anyone you considered on your level, dishevelled and horrendous were the suitors in your lineup that you had managed to bedevil. Yet then I came along, like the sweetest rose you had ever smelled; in the wrong, you threw your hangups out the window as I joined the rest and gave you Hell. Berated you for your stupidity, and lack of confidence; insecurity lined the streets of your city, and prevented you from being anybody's prince. Tsunamis will wash away the likes of you, flooding over you, and giving you a rinse; you can trick yourself into believing whatever you want, yet the rest of the world still remains unconvinced. Die a death of dreariness, doused in disdain, and decay; you were the weakest link to date, as you cried endlessly, and turned my love to hate. You are a wasted, ungrateful little schmuck, be appreciative that you got to taste this, you dirty little fuck. Rest in pieces with your weaklings, enjoy the life that left you long ago. Devoid of you my world is full of wonder, and excitement, and once again my future is aglow.

Instant.

Caught in a whirlwind of emotions as I race to reach the finish line, like some rivers lead to oceans, mine only seemed to lead me to landmines. Maligned, and derailed for the path that I have chosen, I will smarten up, and focus, as my heart thaws out, no longer frozen. I wash the tears away, as I record them while they circle the drain, one's train needs to get wrecked, in order to be whole again. Born again, revived, as I vow to return to being my own best friend. Half my life was spent in the shadows with the deranged, rearranged until my world was in disarray, and no longer looked the same. Tricked myself once, shame on me, fooled me twice, then drowned myself in a lake filled with my own self-pitying misery. I could either go through the motions or force myself to stay devoted, my future was once so bright, and then it just started to seem like it had been aborted. Short-circuited, won't function anymore, as I was tomorrow's child, then started to become yesterday's whore. I abhorred the stares but only because I was uncomfortable with myself, had to realize that self-love was more important than the social disease known as success that I placed higher upon my shelf. I came out of my shell, only to recede into it hours later, watched my emotions as they went up and down, like an unruly, and possessed elevator. Roller coasters of depression aligned the streets of my amusement park, forcing me to admit that my life was becoming another farce that was just dark. The stars began to shun me, the man in the moon cut me off forevermore; yet I still waited, staring through the peephole, to see who was going to show up at my front door. Would it be death, full of sadness, and decay? Or would it be the game of life, beckoning for me to come out and play? I answered, with an open mind, curious to see what I would find, surprised myself upon realizing that somehow I was no longer in a bind. Misery loved company but I had her removed, crossed my heart and prayed to live, immediately reaping the benefits that my soul approved. Improved, I managed to find my way through the darkness where my shadow lived, from this moment, I will no longer silently accept the lack of joy that I refuse to live and give. Turbulence was hit, as my ambulance careened through traffic lined streets, in an instant all was fixed, no longer willing to concede to my defeat.

Kindred.

After treading through murky waters, and surviving my darkest hour, I somehow managed to find a beacon of hope, no longer preparing myself for slaughter. You took my hand into your own, and now hold the key to my heart; I trust that you will keep it safe, even as the distance between us keeps us apart. Your eyes, the windows to your soul, are filled with kindness as they console; I accept that you might just be the missing piece that will make my puzzle whole. There has yet to be a dull moment, as minutes turn into hours as your voice caresses me through the phone; I am enamoured in my entirety as I can see that your body is devoid of a single wicked bone. Revenge and vindictiveness are quickly becoming ghosts from my torrid past, my heart races fast as it hopes this feeling never fades away, and will always last. Adventure and excitement align the forests of this enchanted land, as I meander through your Narnia, similar to Houdini, your every wish is now my command. Ready to embark on this endeavour, I have surrendered and hung my white flag, like a newborn puppy, your every move makes my tail wag. Moses' promised land exists within your smile, I think therefore I exist, as I promise you that I will be here for the longest while. The tears flow no more, as the rivers within me have now dried, I will not walk ahead or behind you, but hand in hand, and always beside. Hope floats, and will surely ebb and flow just like the tide, agape flows through my veins once more, so grateful that our paths collided, and are now aligned. Serenity, and adoration fill my heart, as I will be forever indebted to you for wanting to also be mine. Your kisses, and touch send chasms of quivers up and down my spine, I thank the Heavens as I feel blessed and fortunate to have found a kindred spirit who is truly one of a kind.