our world
our world
of bitterness and checkered pasts,
of enjoyment and pleasures, while the moment lasts.
when daylight fades and all else goes,
the sendiments of sentiment, who else knows?
of false pretensions and masked men,
of psychological warfare and common sense.
why the medleys of guessing games,
would the means justify the aims?
of treasuring the times and righting the wrongs,
of loving the people whom never belonged.
when perverseness pervades into our times,
is that a reason for loving the wrong kinds?
of all the faults we find in this world,
of everything else that we’ve yet to unfurl.
will you let me take your hand, and let me walk with thee?
will you promise to be around, in this place of no guarantees?
untitled poem V
untitled poem V
when night comes and darkness falls
and the blaseness that life brings appalls
secure in the knowledge that loneliness brings
the emptiness and coldness of it all
then one night i dreamt
of a fictitious image sorting my life so unkempt
with funky glasses and a perfect smile
she took my hand and away we went
mind not the glasses or the smile
or the face i saw for a while
for when you appeared in my life
you put the truth into that lie
the melody that fits the notes
the pages that fit the bind
i believe we were meant to be
pray you’d never leave me behind
