But all my life, was one big prison
Wasting time, searching for
An illusory fantasy,
Never really found, never really had.
Loving you was a decision,
Not made by foolish heart
Love just happened for no reason
With or without great wisdom
But if not corresponded,
Can be the greatest pain
The darkest prison,
Any heart can ever have.
It’s like someone holding your handWhen you’ve given up on everything.
There’d be a Rhyme in every kitchen,Love, the favorite recipe.
In writing poetry,Involving secret treasuresOf deep intimacy,Expressing to all measure,The Soul’s affinityWith feelings that reach pleasure,And invade you secretlyIn this creative wagerWhere Emotions felt are free,But posses you totally.
And it is the vision,Of our earthly peace.If you Love me always,Then, I’ll be at peace,But without you, dearest,Pain will never, cease.Love is my religion,Prayers are newly found,But I am so lonely,If you’re not around.Love is my religion,Poetry, my soul,Music, is completionBrings together, AllLove, music, creation,Summit, Elevation,Purity, doth speak,Deeply, in my religion,As Love with emotion,Reaches…
All bandaged upAfter being beatenDay in and day out,Savagely, RelentlesslyBy words of mouthIn timeless boutsBy irresponsibleDespicable, BrutesUncivilized beings,ManipulatingOur yesterday’sOur presents,Our tomorrows,Stealing hope,Stealing livesSeeding doubtCultivating lies,It has to STOP!
Why?Did I not tell youHow much I loved youThat very night?Instead I lost you,And nothing afterWas Ever right!
