Forsaken.

My tears fell from these eyes for four long years, and still you've yet to claim me as your prize. I did handstands for you, cartwheels were not enough. You called my bluff, and sent me running for the hills. Still, I am yours for the taking; my heart is breaking as my body is aching for your touch. Like a crutch, I am bound to you like paper to glue; you make me feel brand new. Renewed, I reach for your hand, hoping you will see that I am your man. I waited, counted down the days until you would realize that I was your slave. I would wipe tears from your eyes, and steal the sorrow straight out of your heart if only you had acknowledged my love from the start. I was here for you, near to you, yet you still pushed me aside and refused the truth. As my youth faded, I came to see, that our compatibility was too much to refute. Still, I got the boot; kicked to the curb like the ash from your cigarette; I don't function anymore. I am not a whore, no Jezebel; your secrets I will not tell as long as you come under my spell. I am the one that loved you first, fought your logic with reason, yet you imprisoned me within the walls of my own regret; charged me with treason, refused to circumspect. I am no longer a child, I grew colder and old. You failed to shelter me from the storms of the Arctic cold. I redeemed myself through liberation, born free once again. No longer mundane, I soar above the skies, looking down on loves lost, stripping you of your disguise. You were a wolf dressed like a sheep, cheap to your core, hardly hardcore. You denied me of the trust, the love that I was deserving of. Push came to shove, and I cried for the last time. Like a mime, I silently displayed the defeat I felt from being excluded from your pathetic elite. Our Eden failed, as our train derailed, sending me shivering, shaking into the forests of my own nightmares. Like the most crude millionaire, you sold my soul in exchange for some air. Gasping for breath I beckon my death, hoping that you choke on the life that you forsake. I was your shrew to be tamed, instead I was maimed. I cried out for justice, hoping you would rescue me; you left me alone, in bad company. How am I to remain ensnared by your charms, when you have chosen to disarm those that refused to ring the alarm? I wash my hands clean of you, no longer afraid to run carefree within the sun. I was the one that loved you best, but instead you chose the path of the rest, and pushed your knife deeper into my loving breast.

Temptation

You were forbidden but you made my heart smile. One look at you, and I was hopelessly beguiled. I gave into temptation, you were the queen's tarts. I am hoping that this infatuation soon departs. I am intrigued to say the least, you are a feast for my eyes. As the sun rises and sets, I am certain that I will not have any regrets. You gave me the gift of clarity, the grass just might be as green and carve a path that leads to prosperity. No vanity, just lust, this attraction is much too robust to toss to the side, like a broken doll. Enthralled, I fall further into your web, causing confusion but I hope that it never ends. But instead, I know that we will be become the best of friends. Your intrigue lies in your carefree attitude and includes the many moods of your humble stew. I want to hold your hand and show you how to be strong, it has been too long since butterflies have danced along with the lyrics to my life's song. A day spent with you is like a thousand nights sublime, you can be my partner in crime as we lock ourselves away, in a prison of our own. Like a bird with a clipped wing, I want to nurse you back to life and make you my everything. I see you hurting yourself and it hurts me too; knowing that you are full of potential that is left to be pursued. Hold my hand and follow me into a land where we can be free, devoid of distractions, but full of interaction. Let our bodies join as one, as I teach you all I have learnt under the burning sun. You just might be the one, but I am too much of a coward to accept it. So instead, I embrace the inevitable rejection that threatens to devour me whole. You should be my moon high above my sky, the one whom I turn to at night to say goodbye. Tale a chance, make a bet and root for me; I can fill your world with endless ecstasy. But until then, you will solely remain a friend. I will help your heart mend, and help you transcend this idle state that others fail to comprehend. We will walk together, racing toward a common goal. I can see us growing old, watching our future together as it unfolds. My heart is filled with cowardice and sadness for the risk that I must take, but I would much rather swim in your provocative lake than make another mistake. Doomed for an eternity, to wallow in a pool of my own self-pity. You rocked my world, like an electric guitar; like the mandolin, your classical beauty is the only excuse for the amount of attraction I feel as the walls fall down in my own personal Berlin.

Smile

From the very first moment that I encountered your beauty, I knew that my life would change. You made me blossom like spring does to the cherry tree, and set me free from a life of keeping misery company. I braced myself as you entered my life, knowing that you were one of a kind. Our fingers entwined, as we danced cheek to cheek, our paths now intertwined. I knew I would fall as hard as the rocks that line the ocean's floor. Yours was a kiss that sent shivers throughout my spine, one that I yearned to explore. I caved and allowed you to steal my heart away from my sleeve that shamefully wore it, I admit that it was your smile that made the world infinitely less abhorrent. Your love encompasses me in its entirety, like the most majestic waterfall. I fall deeper in this love that cascades over me, ebbing and flowing, further enthralling me with each whispered word and touch. Your voice provides me with the security needed to brace winter's icy cold, as your arms fill me with warmth because your Midas touch is gold. Your smile washes away the sorrows that danced into my world, like the oyster that offered nothing other than its meagre pearls. Your rainbow sky paints the canvas of my life with colours that are endlessly bright, as my heart calls your name whenever it is in need of light. You rocked my boat, and made me feel so brand new, I am filled with gratitude, yet I always fail to thank you. The steps that lead from my heart to yours decrease with each passing day, three years to the day and I still love the image of success that you portray. You are my best friend, my lover and my lucky star; the tears of my beautiful, yet gently weeping guitar. The sitar, that classically strums to the beat of my heart. From the start, I knew you would never depart; that you would stay and essay the love that you display. You rock my world, my life; like the knife that cut through my soul and attempted to devour me whole. My naivety led me to believe that your arms would never relieve the pain that I eternally receive. With a kiss and a hug, you were the cancerous drug that led me to my exile. It took awhile, but in the end, your never ending charm always beguiled my style. Your smile, wrapped up in a bow, is the sole pride I have left to show. And because of my glee, your love has violently filled my soul, and captured my heart in its tide, like the Adriatic sea.

Corporate Slave

You think a man's worth is measured by what he owns, then tell me what comfort is money when you break your bones? It may buy you distractions to avoid the pain that you feel, but when life has ended, it's no longer real. Everything is impermanent, from the house that you live in to the clothes that you wear, at the end of the affair, it's only beauty that remains. Take life by the reins, renew your spirit and remember your purpose. Lust after things that better your life, as opposed to those that cause others strife. Money may buy you freedom from stress, and what you have mistaken for a mind full of peace. The latest technologies that are one of a kind, but a newer version will always be released. It forces you to keep up or get left behind, watching helplessly as your greed is increased. Beauty surrounds you, I see it in fleeting moments, dancing amidst the corners of your smile. It may take awhile for you to change, but anything would be better than this life of refunds and exchange. Open up your heart and smell the scent of success, view the world through new eyes, watch the sun's majestic rise. There is so much to do that does not cost you a cent, yet it fills your heart with hope, and contributes to your karmic ascent. Consumerism has corrupted the notion that you are as unique as fabric that colour has imbued; no two sheets will ever be the same except for when you participate in the materialist's game. I would much rather lead a noble life, than to put a price on finding a suitable wife. Would rather be destitute, yet happy living in the slums, than succumb to the notion that dollars are where happiness comes from. Materialism malnourishes mortals into a meagre state, and still you stubbornly claim that money can buy you a worthy soul mate. Dollars dully distance the dearly departed from their kin, as money matters mercilessly murder marriages. Although this thing called money makes your world go round, I would rather centre on ideas that are much more profound. I am a king in my own right, my riches are my knowledge, to which there is no end in sight. I will prosper knowing that I am simply alive and full of life. Bursting at the seams and brimming over with dreams, I do not need millions, in order to silence my own screams. Instead, I embrace a lifetime of stopping to smell the flowers. Powerful in my own way, my treasures lie in all that money does not devour. With the assistance of the karma that I have saved, I will reign triumphant, no longer corporately enslaved.