All of my past lovers are poems
Lost words in my realm of existence
They were all bitter yet pleasant
Tears but laughter in a transparent neutral essence
These poems of mine are much of an acceptable regret that I inevitably advocate
The love sounds were all a mere mantra that are now antiquated
Cold spiritual cardiovascular origins often return to rekindle what’s long been fatigued
The reason why it’s hard to breath is because my past forces me to wear my heart on my sleeve
Torn poems ripped into the pockets of my jeans
I can imagine you dancing
Shifting to the music in my head
I notice your vibe
The freedom of your legs and hands
I sit here and melt away
Leave me in the summers shade
I enjoy your liberation in the roses as the sound plays
Nothing else exist
I want to feel nothing in this world but your kiss
The pain in the world means nothing at this moment
The moment where ignorance is bliss
There are so many puppets being controlled
Imperialist goals with problematic goals
Leader trolls the societies torment
Longing over the demented and tarnished
Tangled under a spell that they can not spell
Promising bells but they do not ring
A haze my eyes harvest
Voodoo children melt in this political garbage
How can they shoot their own targets
Big shoes won’t fill
Forefathers ashamed of the darkness
I’m the darkness you crave
You can’t run away
Even your love knows the way you feel about me
Wanting what you shouldn’t have
Forbidden fruit with seductive laughs
Your time is valued by the sun yet you’re curious of the moon
Dwelling in what life consumes
The person that looks you in the eyes every morning is a burden on your passion
A touch of rain breathes out in a erratic fashion
I’m simply just a jungle in your book
Not merely a chapter or a page
I’m only a night of your day
I can never be your nite in any gleaming shiny armor of ways
Poison to what you stand for angelic woman
You’re the only person that can stop what’s ever coming
Venom in the prestige of your endowment
What we once had is tacit indulgence washed away where no one can find it
Pandora’s box hidden by a secret that’s not really kept
Smoking mirrors in the flesh
You want your pain to be pounded away by the key held by the dungeons owner
The thought that maintains in your head repeat through the next reaping morning
What to do now
What is the way out
Looking for me?
You can find me in my headphones.
Lost in the vibrations, floating in my independent world as my soul roams.
My reality is a contemporary melody.
The space that I ramble is a tune of relief.
If only the outside world could be in this moment.
Everything is right for a change.
The beat in my ear matches the rhythm in my chest.
The heart synchronized to the ear drum that pounds for another breath.
My music keeps me alive as I wave my temple in grace.
Left, right, I swiftly catch chills in my face.
This euphony is a part of me, and nobody can take it away.