Bits & Pieces #3

The pain that I could cause you is nothing I want to do.
And yet you still want me to tell you everything.
All those things I’m supposed to hide.
Where do you come from?
How did you find me?
There’s a weakness inside that I’ve tried so hard to change.
I’m not exactly proud of how it came to be.
This little weakness can destroy all that we have gained.
I’m not going to let the desire walk away with what we are.

In everyone I see a piece of you.
I’m still yet to have a taste of you.
As close to me I want your skin.
In my bowl you are my spoon.
I’ve seen your mask,
I know your sin.
My lips are dry, on you they’d soothe.
Just one taste of me and you’d approve

Heaven on earth, an impossible score?
Have I earnt the right expect it?
Am I angry enough to reject it?
You see I want to feel good all the time.
How do I achieve this?
Through means of perfection?
Artificially is an option but I’m afraid of detection.
Heaven on earth seems to be my direction.
Yet I’m lost in hell, consumed by obsession.
I never thought that doing the right thing would be so unrewarding.
Take any piece of my goodness and rape it.
Hang me off a string for everyone to see.
Just dangle me in front of my possibilities and missed opportunities.
You see, I’m being pushed further and further out of the inner circle.
Heaven on earth is now even harder to fathom

Moments of creativity have been far and few between.
Instead of thoughts inspired by imagination,
My mind is cluttered with a non-fictional fixation.
Quite a prophetic phrase of narration.
You see I’m only here today because I got the call.
And it’s only because I feel sorry for you, that I showed up at all.
I had plans today to try and be creative,
Let my imagination flow.
A jumble of words and pictures with whatever else in tow.

A repeatable swing,
Is how you will win.
Depending on how often you dance,
Whether partner or foe,
They always come in tow.
Alone you don’t stand a chance.
An actor, a drama,
All in good karma.
As you tread the fields of play.
An error, a foul,
You cry out “but how?”
A point that just got away.
The deeper the breaths,
The longer the steps.
Your vow is to never give in.
The push and the shove,
for hate or for love,
You’ll do anything possible to win.
And no matter how hard it seems,
Whether solo or in teams,
If blood was spilt then it will spill again.
For the din of the crowd,
or the handshake of kin proud.
Memories of the brave hath no end

Don’t I know you from somewhere?
Did I sleep with you last night?
Tell me, what’s you name?
I don’t really mean to be vain.
Have I offended you, in the process?
I didn’t mean to,
I didn’t mean to.
But I’ll get over it

There is no way of knowing what it’s all about.
Tomorrow will answer my questions at the roundabout,
That’s where I’ll find out

I was born and told of a promised land,
In the palm of my hand.
But a clenched fist can’t see this.
And when I find it, I’m going to take it and abuse it and miss use it,
to my hearts content ‘cause it’s all been spent

Counting the hours of another wasted day.
And I’m just like you and it scares others away.
Seems like my words are wasted again.
‘Cause I thought you’d listen but you’re just dead

Welcome to my home.
A place where no other man can roam.
It’s painted black and has no day.
I’m a fake.
A mistake.

I’m going down.

One swift motion makes an incision.
It cuts the ties that bind me helplessly.
Unique in theory can start religion,
It’s probably why my souls rejecting me.

I’m acquainted with procrastination.
I’m familiar with its wicked lies.
I don’t want to know my destination.
I know when I’m being victimised.



I’d like to wish upon a star.
The one that’s millions of miles away.
Although I won’t get very far,
I’d still like to have my say

I guess I’m working for a fool.
The kind who leaves it up to me.
We’ve both enjoyed our easy ride and yet I’m looking for a way to leave

I’ve made my sacrifice.
It’s time you realized.
You’ve had it all.
And I can’t break your fall

I’d like to drive a faster car,
The one that doesn’t lose its way.
And even though we’ll have the time of our lives,
We’re better off to work all day

I guess I’m just feeling used,
I’d really like to have more sleep.
And in my dreams my worlds collide but,
I always seem to land on my feet



Your strength on show,
this cross you bear.
A token gesture.
You’re the one they say,
Is as good as it gets.
It might get better?
You share you theories with the slightly confused,
Because they let you.
You shed your skin while I stay amused

One the day the sun may not shine.
One day, you’ll want more than what’s mine.
Love can’t save what love cannot find.
Just take it one day at a time

As soul survivors shall we compare?
There’s no contest.
Since we are brothers why don’t we share?
Indigestible.
Pretence the object, yet faithful the subject.
Where’s the logic?
Begat the face that reflects all my peers.
We are of the same person

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