Psycho

Only poetry soothes your soul, music to keep you alive

When you know darling that truth is more obvious than the lie

When you know that you should put aside animosity,

And give yourself a chance to survive

You have yet to learn about altruism because you feed your absurdism

With your hateful heart, with your lack of trust in life

She guides you to safety but you fight

You antsy, antsy little boy when your journey should be easy as pie

Your filthy mouth, buried her alive

Hate is not practiced, an enduring soul

Forgiveness is the light of tomorrow

Hush now, it’s over

Open your eyes, your senses

 The whiff of the cigarette slowly fades away

Inhale the scent of your last memories of her

As she exhales and exit with a smile on her face                  

Happy Birthday

There's too much love in my heart

Poems

Too late

Butterflies, rainbow and Honey comb scent,wake up! Slow kisses, hands clasped together, Wake up!  
Do i want to wake up?              
                          
Uncertainty, tears and frustration, please stop! Heart beat fading, Throbbing, suffocation, stop! 
Do i want to stop?                  
                                                         
Gasping for air, cold misty breeze, choose! Electric touch, soft spoken words, choose! 
Do i have a choice?

Tongue tied, emotions pulled back, someday i'll know my heart,a second too late. Am i too late?

I thought i knew,

i never knew i needed YOU.

Wake me up! stop me! Choose me! It's too late


                            

 Brand new day

Tick tok says the loud heartbeat, almost coming out of the chest. 

Coookooroo the sound of the ever impatient rooster in the backyard. 

Click clack busy helper cooking in the kitchen 

Swoosh,swooshh the streets are starting to hustle and bustle

Ghfftyvxauh people started to open their mouths, vocal exercise 

Light coming in the window, eyes are already squinting, the mind hastily started working, trying to sort out the most apt thoughts for the first decision of the day, it's trying....trying, thriving to squeeze something good to come out but immediately thwarted by what is it again? In the doldrums.

Then it spoke, without much thought and care: Good Morning! go back to bed. Go back to bed! 

Thoughts started to swoon then the body automatically shut down. 

It's a brand new day.