Lyrical waxing throws discomforts outside
Albeit for a short while,
But a moment's comfort is still welcome
Over an annoying backlash of emotions
That keep blustering and festering
When one is not paying much attention
To it.
Missives from the messiah go missing
Lavish lifestyles leave one limp from languor.
Lament! Lament! Lament!
Painful prickling penetrates the penible plans
Vilifying the virtuous virgin of vampism.
Boisterous bulwarks protect not me
They serve only in their own interests and no more.
Through the phantasma of the abyss of failure I fall
My return to the surface marred by the menagerie of wild tempests.
Wishing upon a star for the best of luck
To counter the string of bad happenings
That are occurring.
Will my words be heard? Will my prayer be answered?
Will this break the string of bad luck
That I have been experiencing?
I can only hope for the best.
The past, present and future mix indiscriminately
And I can no longer tell which way is aft.
Careful planning thrown against the fates
Leads to an eternity of utter cacophony.
Fate! O inglorious Fate!
Why must thou cause me so much grief?
Had I offended thee some time back
Without me knowing ere or why?
A step back I must take
To recalibrate life's telemetry
And to wonder if the path that lay before me
Was indeed the one that I sought
Back in the yesteryear
When I was merely a youngling
Impressionable, and gullible.
Yo yo yo check it out mah homies
We ain't gonna take no shit
(No siree!)
We ain't gonna go down like dis
(No siree!)
We ain't gonna be washed overboard
(No sir! No sir! No sir!)
Mah life ain't a pile of crap
There'z alwayz a way outta any hole
And definitely there'z a way into a new one
(Hell yeah sir!)
Bitches can diss my ass goodbye
But mah homies, dey stick on tight
(Yes siree!)
Mah homeis, dey stick on tight
(Yes siree!)
Mah homies, dey stick on tight
(Yes siree!)
Bitches and ho's can't take no blows
All dey good at is to suck yah dry
(Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sir!)
But mah homies, they stick on tight
Fightin' for yah when the time is right
Ya'll ne'er find a group like dis
Among those bitches who call themselves your honey
(Yes siree!)
So, stick with mah homies mah ol' man said
And dey'll make sure ya'll be fed
(Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sir!)
When we were together
I was like the sun to you
And you were like the moon to me.
Both of us were as happy as can be
Flitting from flower to flower.
Now that you chose to let me be
A demon is made by you
In the very depths of your mind
From the ruminations that be
Obscuring the truth that was the case
Back in the day.
As the holiday season sets in
A profound confusion of epic proportions arises
Giving nothing short of complete confuddlement
Masked by sporadic bouts of spontaenous sanity.
The sweet scented air of the night beckons
An already tired spirit and mind
To throw away the shackles once more
So that lightness may again be achieved,
The lightness of foot
The lightness of mood
And the lightness of the spirit and soul.
Among the milieu thus surrounding
A new perspective will be borne
One that will shape the face of the future
Forever.
In your eyes I see a reflection of myself
The broken saddened man of yesterday
Sitting on the edge of the cliff
Not wanting to look back,
Not wanting to move on
And just sitting there, ever on the edge
Pensievely playing what-ifs
In my head for all eternity,
Never truly living life.
And then the quiet breeze blows
Through the silent room
Where a lonely figure sits
Unmoving and unfazed from
The vagaries and flashiness
That is life.
Little by little the feelings precipitate
From the heart down to the recesses of the soul
Where the secrets of the libidinous longings lie.
Meeting for the first time,
It was like kindred spirits met.
Talking we did, supped, and chatted fine
Till we parted ways
With you heading west, and me east.
And our paths never to cross again.
As the day begins with the sun rising
Moments of intense longing returns.
The feeling of youth permeates
Through the aching bones of the old and infirm.
Daylight shafts through the shutters
And he raises his wrinkly head to look out.
A beautiful sunrise from over the hills
The greenery lush and golden basking in the sun.
The day came on and passed swiftly
And the sun was heading to the hills on the other side.
He found himself sinking ever so slowly
Into a sleep that he will never awaken from.
It is exceedingly hard to feel good about the self
When the legions of lesions infest the surface
Where itch is rampant, and pain plentiful
As the staphylcoccus aureus has a free reign.
Discomfort fails to describe aptly---
Hell is a more applicable word.
With significant energies devoted to ignoring
The pain, the itch, the stiffness,
There is little left to do other things
That are more useful in the short term.
Woe be to me, trying to survive in a climate
That destroys me like a can in deep brine
Burning and dissolving the protective layer
Causing much harm and anguish.
Perhaps one day I will find a way
To rid myself of this affliction
In this place, permanently.
She is a real beauty:
Long hair touching her small of her back,
Firm bosoms, erect carriage
Hourglass waist,
Rounded bottom atop slender legs
Pretty ankles.
Her poise is astounding:
Vibrant, vivacious, invigorating,
Always active, with those curves
Ever so enticing to any who
Happens to look her way.
But when she smiles
The illusion of beauty is irreparably
Damaged.
A gaping grin from cheekbone to cheekbone
Two rows of misaligned yellowing pearls
Shown in their full glory.
Never mind the twinkly eyes,
Never mind the silky soft hair.
That grin of an emanciated Cheshire cat
Is enough to throw that beauty
Down the chasm of the ghastly.
A splitting headache demands
Immediate attention against
It, for it is another
Excuse to just procrastinate.
The world, it spins fast, it spins independently.
I've lost my own gyroscopic control over things
Falling this way then that
Never seeming to find a good balance.
Fear, uncertainty and doubt permeates through;
Sleepless nights of unending tossing and turning,
Short tempered outbursts of crying for little reason;
I'm falling, I'm falling.
Within the murkiness that is surrounding
A sole shimmering light of guidance flickers unsteadily.
Eyeing that faint light of hope
I walk uneasily forwards
Before a shaft of light strikes me
And I fall eternally through
The abyss of melancholy.
Onward and onward I fall
With little that I can do to arrest it.
等着那黑夜轻轻的落下
心中感觉如夜沉默
曾经爱过你，如今只是回忆
当初一见钟情，现在仿如陌生人一般
你走你的阳光道
我踩我的独木桥
爱，它能给予人力量
爱，它也能让人忧郁
人生的爱，各种各类
或许有一天
我能找到自己的天空
Hey gurl, yea gurl
Imma talking to you.
I know I can't spin raps fast
I know I'm bad at making rhymes.
But for you, gurl,
Imma willin' to go the mile
Jump the cliff
Swim the Nile, yo.
Hey gurl, yea gurl
Imma still talking to you.
Why d'ya turn your head from me?
Am I too shabby for your tastes
Too flabby for your waist
Or is it mah bling ain't enough for you?
Hey gurl, yea gurl
Imma trying to com-muni-cate.
But dat look on ya face
Seems foo of disgrace
Like Imma some odius homey, yo.
Hey gurl, yea gurl
Imma trying to forget you.
Icy cold mandibles
Dey gnawed mah fragile heart away.
Moar bitches to be found;
You go live in yah pound,
And I'm gonna ride through the sunset
Fo shure, fo freedom
Fo real luv, yo!
Alone once more in the dark
Listening to the joyful laughter
Of couples in love in the park.
I sit on an easy chair
And looked through the window at the sky
Wondering out loud, why.
Life is both inviting and cruel
Playing trick after trick on me.
Giving me an impassable wall
Which I scaled with great difficulty
Only to show me that it is just a steep drop
On the other side.
The vagaries of life consumes my soul
And flames my deepest passions
Only to quench them with the unmeltable
Ice of ignobility.
As the sun set with alcohol running high
Another couple ties the knot
And another single sits there
Crying and wanting
Someone to love him.
In the heat of the moment
Where the fire fight is fiercest
The warrior sat down in the middle
Of the battlefield
And played five-stones.
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