A Walk on the Road

A walk on the road,
Shedding years of load,
Enjoying the light fallacy,
Gone from obession to normalcy.

Yes all knowledge will be used,
Mental pages browsed and perused,
With a pinch of my own thyme,
Learning to fly for a dream, feels no more a crime.

Yet on the edge must care be taken,
Waywarded from the way, we must be shaken,
Remembrances of this past, redolent long in gold,
Will be kept written, hoping never too old.

Ever

I'm not the same I was yesterday,
I'm not the same I will be tomorrow,
Moods will change, misery to joy to perplexion to sorrow,
But one thing's sure, my writings will come,
And to read them I hope, your eyes I can borrow,
If they stop, I'm dead or is my life,
Still I may rise again who knows, in some distant morrow?
But I'm not the same I was yesterday,
And I'm not the same I will be tomorrow.

The Three Tale to Thee

First comes the yearning, then jealousy abound,
The heart incorrigible controls, chaos does the round,
And out comes thoughts selfish, unfriendly, unworthy,
Risks arise of being evil, almost off into unearthy.

Second comes no care, there are plethora to share,
What's with the bore, all are flawed unrare,
Let's find something else, something novel, chasing ecstasy,
The problem is in them, for I sure never fall into fallacy.

Third is slightly sweet, slightly sour, slightly friendly more,
Aspects of humanity uncover, feelings a bit truer amore,
There lies the best, the stage of goodness and sanity,
Keeping up with the world, musing on muse for a jiffy.

For the first I say deeply sorry, it's inexcusable, unutterable story,
For the second there's nothing to say, it's more like taking a path away,
For the third there's probably no harm done, human after all, I too am one,
Also, not in order they arrive, nor in order do they stay,
Learning to live itself is life, is maybe true what they say.

Opening

There was this feeling since long,
Which I speak of in this song,
That an ocean of love, ready to bestow,
Is always with me, raging in tow.

That led me in perilous ways,
As I tried to quench the desire those days,
Of having someone, to give myself to,
By making her forever mine, in a fable's "I do."

Destiny had other plans, preparing me backstage,
Providing me the wisdom, when I got free of the cage,
And I was taught, that love isn't quite that parochial be,
Not to one, but many, can different blossoms be given by thee.

On Edge

Since the beginning of time,
I relentlessly yearn to rhyme,
For someone I put near my heart,
That's how all my stories did start.

Singing to myself merry and free,
Racing through success unaware in love's lee,
Never did I think false likes would avenge so wry,
As long as the butterlies did make me fly.

But now those butterflies are long gone,
And life feels aimless, so very wrong,
I can’t even rerun the past that lightly,
For there's no point, the future tells me slightly.

A Walk in the Park

A walk in the park,
A heartless disguised lark,
A fair fairy free,
A new place, but old tree.

The walk in the park,
Finished with words stark,
Perplexion they got me to see,
Did I grow up, or revert only to be?

That walk in the park,
Contemplated time forward in ark,
Will yet be well spent a day,
Not of dogma, but in an esoteric way.