Temptress

Her scent burns my senses
as she strolls through the plains of my mind,
cunningly tempting me to jump fences
she whispers 'I need to be cruel to be kind...'

Her breath like the cool night air
stops my wildly beating heart,
her sensual alluring  stare
drives me wild, tearing me apart.

She wraps her fingers around my wrists
and looks on at me...she looks on,
my hands slowly curl into fists
i look up...and she's gone.

My elixir for eternal life
my poison for sweet death,
i could never have her as my wife
for she makes me curse the day our eyes met.

Yet, i am her helpless slave
a prisoner draped in her chains,
without her i have only a dark cave
she is the blood in my veins.


Inspired by Rihanna's Te Amo

Alone in an Isle

sitting by my willow tree

i am feeling very lonely

who will come to save me?

who will carry me to safety?

sitting by my fish pond

i am feeling so down

who will be my clown?

who will wipe away my frown?

sitting on my old porch

i am feeling less than posh

who will bring me some Scotch?

who will help me light my torch?

sitting on my armchair

i am beginning not to care

about things that were unfair

about things that made me unaware

about things i laid to bare

about things i hid in my lair

sitting on my bed

i have no more tears to shed

who will remember the things i said?

who will remember me when i am dead?

Dead Man Walking

What is the use of running

away from the evil so cunning?

you're a dead man walking

to that hanging noose waiting.

Turn around and start weeping

its better than fleeing,

beg now to go on living

or walk away to wake up dying.

Everyday is as solemn as the last

where you painfully relive your past,

you feel like some kind of outcast

forced to dig your own grave fast.

Remember when merely surviving was a must

when temptation was only lust,

well its all now burned to dust

collect the ashes and let your metal bones rust.

The sun is shining bright 

every word the book said was right,

you must have been blinded by the fight

distracted by their pitiful plight.

It must have been such a sight

to watch a strong man's might

taken away by something so light

crippled after taking a single bite.

If tomorrow was too late

would today seal your fate?

If you were supposed to be dead

would you have said things unsaid?

Your conscious mind has been paid

to let go and let things fade,

it's too late to clear your slate

to start again and empty your plate.

Artwork : fear_by_lexapalooza

Masks

No one really likes the real me

they can never handle what they see,

no one appreciates my real beauty

they think its unclean and dirty.

No one feels comfortable in my true presence

they feel all choked up and start saying nonesense,

yet they keep begging me to show my real self

and the truth goes unheard since their all deaf.

Am tired of putting on all these masks

i used to only do it cause it helped juggle my tasks,

but when am at home and around people i love

i wish i could take it off as easily as i do a glove.

But it's better since everyone is comfortable and happy

by putting on a mask and being less filthy,

this mole hill is now bigger and far more absurd

am getting very impatient so pray let me be heard.

The story of my masks begins like this;

i had alot of things to do so there was a list,

mortal responsibilities along with immortal dreams

they were all bursting at their hand sewn seams.

So i started with trying out a single simple mask

before i knew it i was wearing it from dawn till dusk,

sooner or later my wall was filled with rows of them

gleaming in the night, that was when i knew i was damned.

Very soon it became such an easy habit

switching between masks to keep my life's lamp lit,

one acquaintance knew me as a simple pheasant

will the other thought i was a learned wizard.

Thinking they knew me like the back of their hands

they tried to use me as a pawn in their stupid plans,

i could care less cause i knew it was the right opposite

for it was them who were dancing to my enticing beat.

Now as the years have slowly crawled by

and my masks have done everything but cry,

its time to say that inevitable goodbye

time to release the truth and bury the lie.

Don't blame me for not trying before 

i tried to show the ones i would die for,

but even they thought i was rotten to the core

when i showed them what i truly bore.

So when i breathe my last breath and leave this place

will i be wearing a mask or will  be showing my own face?

i've been contemplating about the finish line of my race

will i run fast to stay ahead or slow my winning pace?

I have to do the right thing before it's too late

even though it'll  probably garner nothing but hate,

i have to at least try to show my real slate 

instead of leaving it to unpredictable fate.

Photograph : Green_Mask_by_enayla