Damn! Love is nonsense.

A cigarette lit whilst dying hope, a pale summer night a trick or treat,
This blinding smoke what rose from within, filling the sky with clouds of cheat,
As i recollect little pieces of shredded paper, little did i know so discreet,
Like a drowning paper boat of thoughts, this fragile sense of being complete,

Awake in this sure wonder of truth, dear life wandering away bare feet,
Pieces of puzzle put together, only to know but the foreseen defeat,
Breathing out the pain and sorrow, holding a few left incomplete,
This falling castle of lies i built, knowing the mistakes thus to repeat,

Far from freedom and hence bound, for the expectations i have to meet,
Little i did to accept the fact, little i knew this heart i mistreat,
Little is to hope for the loss i made, belittle thus growing conceit,
Damn! Love is nonsense, and the feeling of it getting obsolete.

Absence.

The fragrant flowers of your grave, the burning incense thus die,

Leaving my fears long alone, the inevitable calm creeping by,

Making promises yet again, pointing out my misery and why,

Sinking through the clear smoke, sitting awake thinking high,

Out of belief short of love, wide awake about to cry,

For once i did believe in love, for you promised wouldn't lie,

Now i sit under my quilt absolute in silence, the night hence whispers by,

And i am stuck again same place, as to get out i dearly try,

Deep down below my skin, the calling is to live by,

Dream again a better world, live again the same lie,

Turing times of pure liberation, twinkling nights thus deny,

Thus haunted by sure absence, holding sight of the last good bye.

The sleeping sign.

In these times pure grey, a silent prayer helps me be fine,

That unsung in time i had, now what is left isn't much mine,

Count then down to zero, quietly so let death align,

With this life so meagerly lived, for the better of others and then mine,

My voice fades through to the end, each breath thus decline,

A sitting duck is still afloat, all above a different incline,

Intending apart in the same, a part pure liquid a part pure brine,

Thus flow of pure innocence, poorly pouring for the divine,

Speaking a little broken this while, clearing my throat pretending fine,

For once looking unattended, few lit candles sit at the dine,

Swollen seeds of pure despair, the moon seems desperate but to shine,

Pointing at it how i wonder, watching for the sleeping sign.

The false blame.

A half lit cigarette dizzying smoke, it all starts with a shame,
A drizzle by the night less visible, a passing stone in my name,
Undetermined i may seem, the plans still part of your game,
Turning blind isn't an option, its a darn woven around my tame,

An upside down tree in the middle, withering away in the same,
In this space so subtle, living a dream without the fame,
Acknowledging the wait it roots, down deep from where it came,
Where it all began so brisk, behaving a brittle flame,

Following a trace bit puzzled, a confusion lies so lame,
What i was that i am, what then unknowingly became,
A habitude to see through smoke, and to rise with it now i aim,
Looking through these glass eyes, putting up the false blame.

What's on your mind?

A sweet little smile amidst fail, the satisfaction is blind,

A same old mistake repeated again, the same old guy behind,

Living an alternate existence, with a code well defined,

Doing what i need to do, hiding the truth well enshrined,

Blood isn't the only thing now, running through this sinister mind,

An option less chose for in time, a curse then accepted in kind,

The truth is out now in bare, too late in time to rewind,

Be the same what you saw in me, i try too hard but to find,

Bleed in the colors this night, be the peace unconfined,

Reality is the bitter part, a piece in time falling behind,

Acceptance is a mere mirage, a sleeping pill for the blind,

Running blank through the eyes, you! what's on your mind?

Pushing my buttons.

The night seems to settle without the moon, a dream ended up too rough,

I wouldn't care for a little walk now, you couldn't lead me through the tough,

A fallacy sits deep inside me now, assured of all its bluff,

Reaching out amidst the black, i can foresee striking a muff,

Shivering into a feeling of cold, i sit wondering almost buff,

Dimming lights of the night, all going out on me in a snuff,

At far end there is hope, a deeper feeling escaping the slough,

My insides speak out loud yet, the sound comes out too gruff,

In time i fore seek alike, a stranger sits alone buttoned up to his cuff,

looking down drown into sorrow, breathing hard without a chuff,

Saying a lot have i learnt in vain, I couldn't escape them but scuff,

Pushing my buttons all this time, imagine a life simple enough.

This fall.

This day i watch the skies go blue, this night shall be mine,
A sparkle of light is in my eyes, a deeper thought so divine,
Watch me turn the odds, of be spoken them shrine,
The truth i am to false, I am the odd one in line,

Until now i have seen but worse, it is time i decline,
A fate full of sorrow and misery, well knit into a twine,
I could bear all the pain, i could take it to my spine,
Spare me of my tears oh human, i can no more act fine,

I wake up to his light, i cry far loud for a sign,
For my faith is in him, i so may seem bit grine,
For those who judge but too soon, a revelation is to define,
This fall i may rise, i shall fall but to shine.