Nary a choice did I resent more than my steps up staircase bent. Had I known what fate was in store, I would’ve stopped short of the door and listened to my heart’s retort turn my back to oaken boards; neglect to knock, proceed no more.
Alas, the wiser choice did seem like foreign words I could not read a weaker foe to curiosity! Thus on that door, I knocked, TRICK OR TREAT!
You speak of gilded kingdoms; I''ll show you soot and slums. You may forecast blue skies; but I'll show you storms to come. You think your words are lances; they're really vocal dung. Before you craft a chorus, you'll hear ten songs I've sung!
You'll see your staying words, they'll flit and scare like birds, when facing logic's army, and met with reason swords. I'll converse a two-move checkmate while you still set the board. You may two-step feelings, but my truth you can't avoid.
'Cause its a meeker mind you seek, so hold your tongue like you can’t speak. You’ll be shipwrecked on a beach ‘cause God won’t hear the words you preach. My Tyson tongue has got you beat! You’re washed up, I’m at my peak. My words, the white-cap mountains, your answers lie beneath.
I’ll spit your vocal funeral, leave you silent in your grief. These boasts can break tree branches, you'll be shaking like a leaf. My quips will leave you quakin’ you’ll think the Earth has shook You’ll feel my flow is fire You'll be hurtin' from my hooks.
October arrived early this morning, A superstar in gucci gold robes, Whispering sweet promises of a full stacked granary before the Sun's nightly slumber. My thoughts wander towards the empyrean, a flamboyant enchantress dressed in cobalt blue, she floats and sings the bashing Sun a serenade, I think I feel the tip of my ears burning. The birds, in jubilation, breaks into a chorus of hallelujahs, a tune that sets my heart racing. It is morning like this Peace finds me, beneath the wizened tree in sweet repose, when the Earth's a tranquil mother, waking to the sound of her children's laughter. She smells of damp soil and rosemary thyme, a concoction my nostrils in acceptance sniffs to. And so I sit in awe, tasting the bliss of solitude on my tongue's tip while the lone leaf the old tree clings to, dreams of a spring that was promised to him.
The rain is falling and I feel an epiphany break from my feverish lips. Do you hear my heart thump in this shattering silence?
I look at you in morose contemplation, sometimes in pleading, oftentimes in dismal acceptance but your eyes, they tell me a story of how your house once lost its roof and now you stand naked in eternal damnation for a life you thought would be kind to you.
We descend lower and lower, Further away from this madness of living, a life we gamble to spite both devils and angels wrecking our well laid plans. It breaks their heart to hear us say so, but life was simpler when we slept foetal in our mother's womb.
And like two wounded animals, Our eyes lick each others wounds asking, "Where does it hurt?" and answer in just the same breath, "Here and here and here, right where my bones are". You see, Nobody understands rain and grief like we do. They haven't stood in the rain, soaked to the bones and wished for lightning to strike them dead.
A night like this, And thoughts of him wiggle it's way to me. He was Adam, And I, his Eve And leaves are to branches, Just as hearts are to ribcages, Together we ruled Eden, On a summer that flowered like petunias on a young lass' cheeks, On vows of tomorrows sealed tight in lockets we wore on our hearts.
But summer joys are ephemeral dreams, Like lit candles conceding defeat before angry winds, And forever flails blind, a foundling trapped in web of regrets. Love today mourns, and sings a requiem inside a grave he dug with bare hands. We now misspell each other's names.
So now I raise a toast to Naivety and smile, Because I once thought love was forever but I was wrong.