Lament of the Defeated.

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Verse 1.

And the sound of thunder, rumbling,
As I see my castle crumbling,
A fall from grace,
Not saving face,
I hit the earth, tumbling…

And I see myself walk, stumbling,
Finding my way out and fumbling,
A volcano today,
Made my world, Pompeii,
And I stand and stare, just wondering…

All that waiting, unending,
All that energy, so draining!
It’s no surprise,
Life offers no prize,
For the ones patiently anticipating…

Shouldn’t I start hesitating?
Shouldn’t I start withdrawing?
When nothing goes well,
Dreams damned to hell,
Shouldn’t I enter my cocoon, lamenting?

But this stupid heart keeps beating,
Old mistakes keep on repeating,
So tired to pump,
Pounding one last thump,
Finally, some peace in succumbing.

Verse 2.

There you see a wind chime,
Of hues of grey and blue,
Made of broken dreams,
And tears that act like glue.

When the breeze blows gentle,
Sighs a-plenty resound,
A song only the heart hears,
When no one else is around.

It’s tall and dark and beautiful,
Many shards reflecting light,
Who knew a thing so wonderful,
Could be made from someone’s plight?

Today I walked right past it,
And saw another new prism,
I recognized that murky glass,
It was once a shade of crimson.

Verse 3.

Long are the years spent in sorrow,
Swift fly the moments of fleeting joy,
And I can’t beg or steal or borrow,
The happiness that passes me by.

My melancholy mindset is heavy,
I feel like I weigh a hundred tons,
The bitterness will wear off, maybe,
But right now, I can blot out the sun.

Have I forgotten how to be cheerful?
Do I absorb agony, like a sponge?
And I fear, if I am not careful,
Into the abyss, I shall plunge.

“Like it hasn’t happened before!”,
I scoff at myself and my hurt,
“Like you didn’t pull through, before”,
Yet I drag my heart out in the dirt.

Verse 4.

Sneaky sweet like cinnamon,
Add a pinch in your apple pie,
But when you take a heaping spoonful,
It’ll make you weep, curl up and die.

Such is my pain and my anguish,
For I cannot swallow nor spit it out,
It’s the spice in the heart of the dish,
And only I seem to have put it in my mouth.

Finale.

“Did I do it to myself?”, you ask,
Perhaps, I did, if living is my sin,
“Document it!”, you command such a task!
I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

The End.

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Lonesome…

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Being alone is so much fun,
Don’t have to share with anyone,
All my happiness, all my ennui,
No one around but me.

No, it’s not a bad thing,
Company could be demanding!
But by my lonesome I have topics,
Nothing to do with sports or politics.

No parties, or birthdays,
No stressful Fridays,
I’ll wear my old pajamas,
And watch TV dramas.

Thank god for the colour black,
All other hues, my wardrobe lacks,
I’ll merge with the arm chair,
No one knows I’m there.

Work will be worship,
My one real friendship,
The route never changes,
The desk never changes.

Nameless or forgotten, is there a difference?
Hey Mr. Cellophane, at least you could sing…
But my luck ain’t rotten, I refuse to be submissive,
Though there’s less sun n more rain, my rainbow umbrella I’ll bring.

Twitch.

Been having these craaavings for lollipops…. and might I say, I NEVER let a craving go unsatisfied…. (This is part of my food series.)

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I can be a lollipop tease,
I’ll suck that sucker all day long,
Think straight, you, don’t be a sleaze,
Don’t let your head get EVERYTHING wrong!

Cranberry, Raspberry, Strawberry, Sour,
I’ll keep at it for hours and hours,
Lemon drop, Watermelon, Pineapple, Sweet,
Melt in the mouth, a taste bud retreat.

Look ALL you want, Jaw dropping on the floor,
I shall lick it on the train, lick it on the bus,
If you have a problem, like I’ve said before,
I’m a lollipop tease, so go on, make a fuss.

Juicy, Tangy, Till the very last bit,
When it’s all over, kinda makes me sad,
Lucky that I always seem to have a spare,
I know I’m bad…I’m very very bad.

“If I had a clone…”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”

“If I had a clone, I would draw the outline,
She’d colour within the boundary,
She would do the dishes,
I would do the laundry,

I would beat the egg,
She would fold in the batter,
I would be the chitter,
She would be the chatter!

I would strum the melody,
She would write the song,
And in perfect harmony,
We would sing along…

I always wanted a sibling,
A sister I could call my own,
Well that didn’t happen,
At least I have my clone! ”

😀

The Coffee Song.

I gave up coffee about a year ago….Just like that…. But back when coffee was my ambrosia, I wrote this little number…. Dedicated to ALL the COFFEE LOVERS out there!

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Shaky desk, blurry screen,
Time to stop, tapping caffeine,

Nervous fingers, fidgety toes,
All coz I had four cups of jo.

Frozen fire, burning water,
A dozen cups, turning hotter,

Sweaty palms, watering eyes,
Innards with a nasty surprise,

Aching head, throbbing head,
You feel like the living dead.

Coffee devil sweet u taste,
Call my name, I’ll come in haste,

I can’t leave you, I can’t quit,
I can’t seem to quietly sit,

Need another, for my stress, oh!
Mocha, latte, or espresso,

Turkish grande, cappuccino,
Frothy creamy frappechino,

Fill me with your good long brew,
Kill me with your caffeine crew.

Even when I’m on the bend,
I’ll take a cuppa till the end!!

Road Rage

Ignore that twitching in your eye.
He jumps a signal, why can’t I?
Throbbing temple, racing pulse,
Rules aren’t just made for us.
Horns are blaring, tempers flaring,
All that cursing all that swearing,
M.F, JACKASS, S.O.B,
U lose all your decency.
Hot in helmets, hot red blood,
Race through your veins in a flood.
No mercy no patience, the devil is steering,
No music, just ads, stupid RJs are screaming.
Head is splitting, nerves are raw,
Just wanna break that idiots jaw.
Everyone’s a pompous jerk,
“Kid, who the hell bought u a Merc?!
You asshole, You piss off, You slimy toad,
Do You think this is Your father’s road?”
Someone play some more distortion,
Let’s fuel the fire and create confusion.
Bribe the cop, drive high on dope,
I’d strangle you with a friggin rope!
Just **** off dude or I’ll explode.
Yeah baby I’m King of the Road!

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Hey stranger…

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Look,
You have a dream,
And I have a dream,
Though, both of them are different,
It seems….
You dream in Ferraris and penthouses,
Clubs, pubs and swimming pools,
I dream in books, adventures,
Heroes and romantic fools….
We’re awesome, our dreams too,
Coz, the power to dream lies with a select few…
But, until your mansion,
Resembles my castle,
Until your Jet plane,
Zooms across my page,
We’ll have nothing but silence,
Cold, like a tomb,
We’ll have nothing in common,
Just two strangers in a room.