HERE WE GO AGAIN

Alas!
What have we here?
A whisper too faint to hear?
Wait!
I think now it's much clear;
You love me, did you say?
Good heavens!
(Laughing) Oh what a day!
Such a glorious day that the Lord has made.

What was that darling?
A declaration of love was it?
Oh how endearing!
Surreal,
Yet, endearing.
Give me a sec,
To process this bizarre turn of events.

Let's see,
You have been a busy bee,
For the past few months,
That there was hardly a We.
I tried calling,
Texting, poking,
But you were busy busy,
Busy bee,
Making money, seeing another honey,
I simply could not tell.
I could only let you be.

Now,
Here you are saying you love me,
How?
When you have snubbed me for three months long?

Tell me,
My once sweet lover,
Do I hit back with rash words,
a ruthless fist or should I merely acquaint you with my new mate?

THE HOPELESS HOPEFUL

Fantasy and reality have failed to meet,
Up at the crossroads where  the lamp of destiny is lit.
Boundless dreams have shrivelled in size,
Despite the opportunities I endlessly seize.
What then am I to do,
When I have become too weak to reach the peak?

I believe,
In a mind so littered with doubt,
That the lamp ahead is my trophy to bear.
And though now I transit a world bare,
I will wait,
Turn away my stare,
From the lamp I pretend to not care!

SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING

I'm searching for something,
Deep down,
I'm searching for something,
The thing that wipes away my frown,
The thing that will keep you from being down.
Yes,
I'm searching for something,
Some inspiration,
A bit of motivation,
A basis for dedication.
Yeah,
I'm searching for something, Something awesomely real,
Something with zeal,
Something that can pay for a meal.
Yeah, yeah,
Give me something,
With a beat and some rhythm,
Something I can synchronise with a cello.
Give me something with punches,
Words strong that can send a message.
Hello,
Do you hear me?
I'm searching for something.
Plenty of creativity,
With disregard to relativity.
I'm searching for something, Something with zero negativity,
Something with unlimited durability,
Something ageless,
Flawless and classy.
I'm searching for something, Something that will keep me alive,
Before I cease to exist,
From lack of relevant vibe.

THE ILLUSIONIST

I didn't realise it was a trick then,
Lying gratified on his messy bed.
I watched him stride graciously from the misty bathroom,
Wet and bold,
Like an ancient sea god.
I was overwhelmed by his beauty,
A creation so humble,
Yet very attractively smug.
Behold, he was royalty,
My King,
I swore to be submissive to the end.

He was very much real,
Yet,
Now as I type these words away,
I doubt my sanity.
I recall his musk, his warmth, his voice,
I hold on to the plans we made.
However, a piece of his face escapes my mind each day,
Like dead gods,
Mythical and forgotten.

One moment I was on his bed,
The next,
All things living went boom,
Swallowed in a foggy smoke.
My King was gone,
As so were memories I thought once existed.

He tricked me good,
The master of all things real,
He had defied the rules of nature.
My King was Judas.
My King was Yakutsk.
My King was an illusionist,
And I was clearly a piece of his trick!

THE REVELATION

A personality split in a three dimensional view,
Was crystal clear for all to see,
It's paradoxical nature intoxicating,
It's revelation surprising,
Who is she?
They wanted to know,
She who had so many shades to show.

The personality flaunted without fear,
It was finally free and wanted all to hear,
The tale of a long struggle,
Dulled by a life of trouble.

It was a complex personality,
So much like a rainbow on a rainy day,
Coloured in mystery,
Built with  immense intrigue.

This personality smelt greatness in the air,
The world was at it's feet for the taking,
With talents in hand for unlimited molding.

Who was she they had wanted to know,
Well, she was the next great thing that would happen to mankind,
With a personality bright and kind.