Devils Whisper…

I see what you don’t!
I wish that I could open your eyes,
Rid of your blindness,
And finally let you see,
The beautiful colours around you,
That glistens around your circumference,
All at once,
From below,
And above,
Engulfing your whole mortal coil,
Your entirety,
Love radiates energy that transpires so loudly,
When it is pure,
And true,
It is visible to all,
But seemingly not you!
Somehow blind to it,
You are missing out on this organic beauty,
Is it your mistrust?
Or did I trust too much?
Are your faults to blame?
Or a fault of mine own?
Why am I even a factor?
I know that I have done no wrong,
At least not intentionally,
It’s a two person ticket on your love train,
But,
Envy,
Insecurity,
Suspicions of infidelity,
The devil whispers in your ear,
Clinging onto you,
Trying to ignite flames of jealousy,
Reaping from making you unhappy,
That negativity was his work,
Deceived,
You thought ill of me.
You being untrustworthy of me,
Has truly grazed me,
Bruised me,
And now I fear that it may not heal.
I know no other way to be but myself,
And so I wonder,
Am I at fault?
If so,
Will I continue to be,
Because I know not what to do,
But be myself,
Honest and true,
I would never betray you.
Has the Devil tainted your vision?
Distorted you perception?
Manipulated your impression?
Shaken you up enough to feel owed a confession?
When in fact this was the devils mission,
I have nothing to confess,
Yet I fear that my innocence has left you upset.
I now know not how to act,
What to do,
And fear that the only resolution is to distance myself from you.
I lose two,
But love should always come first,
If my absence is your remedy,
I back down humbly,
But let my actions not fool you,
I accept this duty for the saviour of your romance,
The only love I have ever had for either of you,
Has always been equally platonic.
Either way indecent thoughts were felt,
And travelled from a Devils whisper,
Delivered by your tongue,
Like a bullet to my head.
My heart belongs to another,
And even if there were any truth in the sabotage,
And Devils lies,
I hope one day you may recognise,
That I am loyal,
And would never betray someone,
Some two dear to me,
Never you,
Never you two,
I hope one day,
You may sincerely accept that fact loud and clear,
And come to love and trust me again too!

Little White Dove…

As the room spins and the ceiling lowers,
I lay alone on my sofa,
Romanticising about finally being with the one,
Someone,
Not alone,
For once,
When and will I ever meet my Prince,
As time passes,
It becomes increasingly hard to convince,
Me,
Convince me that one day I alone,
Shall become two!
I don’t want to be just me,
I want to be two,
But I must confess,
That loneliness,
Seems to linger,
And manifest,
I sparsely meet people,
And when I do,
The ones with potential,
They show no interest,
And the ones without,
They do,
So whilst the people around me,
Fall in love,
I must still fly solo,
A lonesome little white dove,
Just wishing that I could,
Be as lucky as the rest of you!
And so I must savour my fantasies,
As if they were my realities,
Because love cannot find everyone,
It keeps dodging me,
I must be,
That unlucky someone,
No loving for me,
The illegitimate bustard,
It was never part of my recipe,
And therefor not my destiny,
Love is not for all,
And it is not for me,
The sooner I realise,
The less pain and catastrophe my future will have in store for me.

Time Knows…

Is it the end,
When the clock stops,
Or do we just descend into a new beginning?
They say that lightyears of time came before us,
And lightyears of time will continue on after us.
Time is not ours to bargain with,
More complex then we are lead to believe.
With the need of power,
And a sense of control,
Man made the clock,
A system unbreakable,
As solid as a rock,
But what happens when the hands of time malfunction,
And the tick tock and chimes are no more,
When the inhalation and exhalation of our breath stops?
When promise is ceased?
When the heat of the sun transcends into ice cold?
When fluidity turns solid?
Eye’s close,
Followed by customery worms meat or air pollution.
If there is no tomorrow,
What have we got!?
Nothing is more powerful then time,
In line with the sun,
Moon,
And sea,
But science suggests that even they don’t have immortality!
Time may help us anchor,
But it will never be a prisoner,
To you or me,
Time answers to no one,
The grand master of eternity,
Existing to the realms of infity,
And the only knowing,
Of how long that might actually be!
As the tea lights in the sky no longer exist,
I expect we shall cohabit like this,
At the end.