acquiescent accessories

march, april, may.

today’s just another day.

my favourite moment is the bliss,

of the early morning kiss,

the part where I wake up dazed,

in that moment so unfazed,

forgotten is the bleak reality,

my mind as wavering as the deep blue sea,

I forget the troubles of the past,

the plight this god damn universe cast,

but then I remember the loss, the pain,

the strong, resilient, incessant rain,

oh give me one more day of sun,

i’m sick and tired of my daily succumb,

for what use is silent ordeal,

how much more can one feel?

so notice as all your days rise,

I still bathe in the web of lies,

plead your innocence you do ‘no wrong’,

but you knew your sins all along,

I hope you one day experience this deceit,

for as they say, revenge is sweet,

so take your stand, play your part,

each one of you helped break my heart.

 

 

through the rose tinted looking glass

selfish people like to say

they never meant for it to be this way

so if thats the case help me understand

whom exactly forced your hand?

you try so hard to make things right

and yet you’re busy every night

I hear its happiness that you seek?

my god you really are so weak

look around you, at what you had

all lost because of this senseless fad

if you weren’t happy with the love you had before

I can assure you it won’t be found outside the door

a selfish person once said to me

‘I need to put myself first and be free’

so you go ahead, spread your wings wide

push your unconditional love to the side

but let me remind you my lesson in this hurt

those you think love you can so easily desert

and who will you turn to when you’re left in the dust

ah, those rose tinted glasses will need to adjust!

but I won’t help you, don’t you see?

for where were you each sunrise plea?

lost and confused in this foreign country

I’d stay up and whisper ‘please fight for me’

solitary soliloquy

I don’t believe in love

or power up above

I don’t believe in hope
or methods of how to cope
I don’t believe in you
or things you swear aren’t true
I don’t believe in fate
or repression of choking hate
I don’t believe in compassion
or ‘betrayal’ as a fashion
No I don’t believe any of it.
But I believe in myself.
I’m my own greatest wealth.

second cloud to the right and straight on till I come knocking

For Ned  


life isn’t fair’

you hear them say,

but it’s very hard to see,

when life’s going your way.


‘you see God takes the best’

a comfort to the grieving soul,

but you don’t understand,

until you too bear that hole.


why did you fly away?’

I ask and I shout,

trying to comprehend,

what life’s all about.


‘please one more day’

oh God I beg of you,

just a smile and a laugh,

that I can hold on to.


‘this isn’t goodbye’

I promise oh I swear,

because no matter where I go,

I’ll look for you everywhere.


‘and when I come knocking,

promise me one thing?

I’ll want to play on that cloud,

so do be waiting’