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.

The unsatiables

With bands gold and bold,
The unsatiables,
Both green and old,
Stray unperturbed,
With hearts cold as death,
Forever taking,
Never ever giving.

The unsatiables roam the earth,
Free and uncaring.
They do as they please,
As any annual wind,
Blowing here and there, 
Sometimes hot,
Sometimes cold.

They have been North and South,
In oceans deep,
And ponds shallow,
Whispered breezes they couldn't keep,
Made a clear day weep.
Such huge appetites!

They seek young blood,
The fountain of youth,
Necessary to Iron out the wrinkles of lifelong ties,
Actions that result in bucketful lies,
What a shame,
To be so unsatiable and lame.

I THOUGHT OF LOVE

I thought of love in the wake of pouring showers,
Pounding on my shelter's head like voodoo drummers.
The beats awakened passion, want and forgiveness.
I was weak and soft,
So opened up like the clouds at the moment.
I saw love in God's light,
Patched rags warmer than any fur.

I thought of love bearing a needle and thread,
My heart in hand,
My head buried in sand.
My eyes  were soaked in a hate more than the stitches.
I saw love through man's sight,
An apple and a slimy serpent. 

Thinking of you...

Hey you there!
You who has made me bare,
My mind without a care,
Everyday, every time.
You has me playing out this dare,
A gamble of hearts and kings,
I'm thinking of you....

I let you in easy,
Smooth as nostalgic memories,
I see you clearly,
In my mind's field of view,
Constantly.
You who warms my heart,
Spurs me into a smile,
Bright enough to last a mile.
You who has sparked this fire,
I'm thinking about you...

It's difficult to let you go,
You who has my mind under a spell,
You has become a source of inspiration,
I always think of you.

I wish not to cause a scare,
My thoughts of you are all I can spare,
With you so far away from my charming flair.
Yet,
This fire you sparked,
Has a mighty glare,
Large enough to call you to me.
Would you then come to me oh dear one,
'Coz you are all I can think of?

A heart Vs a purse

Don't offer your heart,
A heart of love, dazzling with spark,
Instead,
Gift me with a purse,
A chic Chanel, dazzling with class.
Heart Vs purse,
Which one deserves a pass?

You carry life's baggage in your heart,
The scars of pain,
The joys of rain,
Which can hardly be told apart!
Why then would I pick a heart,
When the purse is so feather-like and new?

I would rather have the purse than the delicate heart,
Vulnerable to my human persona,
Brittle as glass.
I am such a clumsy klutz!
None worthy of your soft heart!

The purse is easy,
The heart makes me queasy.
The purse makes me look edgy,
The heart makes me feel weary.
The heart can betray,
The purse is always loyal,
Cosy,
A constant solace!

Give me a purse,
Lock the heart away,
In some place deep,
That even the gods cannot retrieve it.
I want not the heart,
Whether in bits,
Or in pieces whole.
Give me your wits,
Your time, your name,
Give me a purse,
But your heart you will not!