Before tonight
I take no vow of silence
Nor, do I pleasure in grief
Enticed by the forbidden offer
Seeking to persuade for just a bite
Into a heaven and earth regrets seal.
Looped in contention
Before disapproving skies
I scatter the will to stand
Plucking a beautiful rose
To warm my side in tears
Deflowering the innocence of birth
As calm breeze questions the act
Paint stained of guilt
Of tearing purity veil
Before tonight
All in the name of being a man
We tear down walls of emotions
Mastering the courage not to let a teardrop
Yet troubled with a lot.
All in the name of being a man
We build our house of cards in a lie
Telling all of a strongman we are
Yet in darkness, we tear apart.
All in the name of being a man
We celebrate our tears in silence
Mastering no courage to speak our truth
To the extent, that the nails of pain crucify us in silence.
All in the name of being a man
When we speak of our thorns
They call us for not being a man
Hypering our struggles, to be a behind-curtains thing
That when the curtains open
Only sunshine is allowed to remain
Yet our souls bounce among the graveyard.
Humbly
We broke bread in silence
Watching the door
Hoping to usher in a fresh start
Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.
Rinsed out
We bequeathed our past to time
Stripping windows to the house we built
Hearts ransacked with desire
That evaded the sun
Roasted.
So, we held our feet to the moon
Switching steps hoping to fall on top
Hearing our words escape the room
While we bite on the strawberry tapestry
Pasted on the baker's menu
For sale plastered.
Daring to move in the dark
Swallowed by both our pride
While whispering fear
To the grip of our rod
We marched homebound
Yet puzzled about where home is?
Pawned.
as I bag my tears ready to roll
stuck between a line that bleeds emotions in public
Having torn a fabric of joy
in a notion of not to care
yet with a stack of care.
she awakened her soul in torment
pulling piles of make-up
begging veil my heart
having painted thorns over it
& streamed a nail show.
she still had a vice over me
shuttered to speak clear
bad intentions infused
her voice still murders my joy
intoxicating my thoughts with a need to caress her.
Ensnared in painting hearts
emancipated to beg for more
cupid's arm-strong entrapped
Galloping feeling to hold steady
he was gone at first hello.
Taken for a ride in her gaze
words embox in the soul
deeply felt in a speech impediment
Her presence struck through
wrecking a nerve
As his tongue stayed glued in his mouth.
Afraid of sunshine to endorse his heart
so, opted for the petal, to decipher his fate
Tearing the garden in unsatisfactory outcomes
He wished his luck to turn
But her beauty had him chasing for the hills.
