They didn’t learn
When they had to
I didn’t teach
Though I could do
I see them struggle
Yet do not help
They have to learn
So they don’t yelp
Baseless excuses
They’ll never learn
Without knowledge
Anonymously they’d burn
Seeking knowledge
Unless for a cause
Cannot be free
Did I say it was
I know I would
Eventually do share
Ungrateful they are
Stripped my mind bare
I didn’t learn
When I had to
They did teach
Asked me to go
Crosses you have to carry
The day your body and soul marry
Share your love you may
Crosses you just can’t keep away
Fools never heaven’s path gained
Brethren of hate in hell remained
Temptation and sin a vicious circle this
Once in it life’s gone amiss
Crosses from four generations
Through life’s ten thousand and one stations
No respite from manna heavenly
In times like this you know you’re lonely
Your soul cries in Moorish unison
This pain in life without any reason
With a cry you’re born, amidst cries you go
This earthly life one day you’ll forego
Your crosses will your soul carry
To a new body it’ll marry
In endless lifecycles will it journey
Till the universal voice says “come to me”
Time Flies
One year goes by
Lot has changed
Lots remained the same
The body has moved on
The heart has stayed behind
The soul’s scarred forever
The person I know has died
In my mind the memories remain
That instant like yesterday it seems
Whose fault it was I know not
Just me left alone I know
Lonely in a mad and heathen world
With no arms to lie
Feel like forgetting and moving on
Want to do it, but all I do is try
Lost in this worldly maze
Coming to terms am I
As I await a future uncertain
This one’s dedicated to the year gone by
A fallen soul in motion
In a worldly ocean
Maneuvering through a maze
With an unholy gaze
The deafening silence of words
Amidst flirting bees and birds
Disaster stricken moronic souls
Exorcising their favorite ghosts and ghouls
Like maggots on decay feeding
An unholy solemn soul is breeding
Materialistic gangrene’s serial killings
Lustful libido’s sexual healing
Thus far in sacrilegious fondling
Lust in flesh and blood dangling
Purity and morality forbidden fruits
This soul embraces the way of brutes
A young man at 21
Learning the ropes of life
Saw her the first time and she looked oh so fine
Eyed by all but I knew she was mine
Time passed and years went by
My meetings with her never ceased
Departing was never so easy
We were so much in love
She was so receptive to me
That I couldn’t complain
All I wanted was
Her, to be mine forever
My days happy with her
Every night lonelier than the previous one
I was sad she couldn’t come home
To be with me always
Seven years and the inevitable happened
Circumstances tore us apart
Heartbroken and all forlorn
I awaited her return
Then she was back
This time hotter than thou
I could now take her home everyday
The toast to my success, she was finally here to stay.
I began a book
With characters a many
Gave them great characterizations
And a right to thought and progeny
With love and hate
And all emotions in between
Relationships and behaviors
Histrionics which ne’er was seen
Characters so diverse
With the good, bad and the ugly
Original situations that none could conceive
I looked at my creation smugly
Each one a pocket book I handed
To contribute their own new story
Pen down their experiences
Of their lifetimes happy, sad or gory
Enrich my book was all I wanted
The zest for experiences the only mission
Saddened I have been after all these eons
The characters I created have forgotten their vision
Here I wait with my book incomplete
Silently watching my characters go astray
Hoping helplessly that they find their vision
Sadly, I’m timeless and just can’t walk away
When life gets so lonely
And there’s nowhere to go
There’s one place I’d go finally
A place I’d never want to know
The desire to live no longer important
The crutches of life so indefinitely dependent
Conceiving of passion so immaculately impotent
Joys are no longer resplendent
Another day and a new story untold
Life today is negligible
No sensations, no feelings unfold
This body a new vegetable
The curse of life still picture perfect
Heart and mind in loneliness beholds
Who says the lonely are imperfect
Into a mutant body this soul moulds
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