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.

Delusion?

Wisdom asks to be silent and slow,
Fitful says proceed, you never know,
Time tells me to forget and let it all go,
But who must I heed, how do I know?

To do what's right (or wrong?) is the deepest desire,
Yet these follies lead only to mire,
So gets banal, even the most dazzling glitter,
The memories of comfort, seem to grow bitter.

Wherever falls gaze is only a mirror,
Waiting to un-leash an unspeakable terror,
Blinks of valiance, shreds of hope,
Rise to fall again, gently down time's slope.

As sure as midnight strikes,
Caring never for our dislikes,
Does life go stark and dark,
With blankly scuttled stares, at my missed ark.

And then comes dawn, but it's not a story,
So life doesn't pause, doesn't stop being sorry,
Yet it is wished, that time would stop a few moments,
At least the tears could flow, like an angel laments.

A Brief in Night

A walk in the moon, making us swoon,

The way the flowers bloom, dispelling all gloom,

Seeing some merry trees, red and pink with bees,

Or not, only birds, still merry their song to dawn.

What do we say? Why, chances and pay,

Thus form words steady and slow, a little song in the flow,

And quit the wait for star: is not bad, this eternal war,

Leave the cocoon, I learn; signs of demise, benignly burn...

A walk in the moon, asunder too soon,

Wish it could be kept this way, maybe I find myself today.