Held by the hand and water seen dripping down the wrist
Knees crumblling, stomach grumbling upon sighting the beast
Munching the sweetest honey that is only offered by the bees.
The day that I said I Love You is the day that my heart died.
It never beat for another nor sparked life.
My heart died when I said I Love You and then my brain cried.
It poured out down my eye and my lips smiled.
What do you do when there’s someone new?
You try to be friendly, sharing thoughts in your venue
You speak, you share, words were upbeat like that of a snare–and
Now you got personal and lifts up your own chair.
All that I can do for now is stare
But don’t be fooled by the blank face and beware
The one your talking to is knowledgeable and aware
You might be staying as long as you can remember
But please be humble and don’t mumble at the glare.
Intimidation is not as scary as it may sound
Wolves may hurt you and in the corner your found
Better think twice before you expound
The Almighty Father is the only judge up to this ground .
Its been long since I can remember
The thought of forgetting would be harder
But realized this will not go any further
Coz there’s nothing in the heart and mind of thy lover.
The silence continued and never again heard
As if the owl’s already grown a beard
The screaming silence backlashes and severed
The tired heart and the mind now were angered.
Feelings little by little are being washed
Long notes now being crossed and slashed
Teasing, hissing, and mumbling were were bashed
Tears and fear were mushed
God carried what the hand holds and the pieces were stashed.
A disaster, this is what I could say,
I can’t talk about it, but you will say nay.
I have said this for a million times.
And considered it as a hideous crime.
I thought I have already forget,
And happy I broke thy habit.
But no, I come across again to this point,
That the nerves of thy heart sparked when joined.
The feelings rushed through the veins,
And froze a big part of thy brain.
They say there’s nothing to feel shame.
And what if he doesn’t even want,
So God now lends his hand.
Days, months and years have passed,
The feeling was felt and thought would last.
But as we grew to be more mature,
The feelings felt was now unsure.
Yes, it was a dumb move,
To constantly imagine myself to be with you.
I assumed that the feeling was mutual,
And never imagined it’s becoming a ritual.
Days, months, and years passed,
Woke up to this reality,
And saw myself in sympathy,
Drowning my feelings in self pity,
“It’s time to stand up!” said God: the witty.
You were there to lift them up when they feel down,
Put a big smile on their faces that frown,
Comfort them in times of sorrow and pain,
And give hope when they feel vain.
But when you feel you’re in the bridge of giving up,
And all problems in your head have popped,
Where are they that you have served,
With all your heart,soul and even shirt.
They left you alone, never said a single thing
And you hear yourself helplessly sing.
Distance calls from a mile away,
Keen eyes saw an ample sight.
Subtle nose may soon be guieleless,
Dull lips, sharp tongue cuts through finesse.
Heart beats faster than half a second,
The light approaches the brain and reckoned.
Warm acid floods your tiny stomach,
Grumbling intestines now becoming a hammock.
Knees tremble like the trenches of the sea,
The feet can’t hardly step an inch to thee.
Heel have numbed and withered,
Toes curled and nails hardened,
Thy hands clasp on God’s merciful sinewy limb.
Superiors roam and peasants domed,
These long winding savage old road.
Superiors cloacked with silver and gold,
While peasants, of dirt and oil were coat.
Pork, beef, poultry, wine, and cheese were staple,
Peas, rice and even grub were palatable.
Meat munched by barbaric ginormous mouths,
And grains to feed the grumbling stomach and lips that pout.
Powerful, unbeatable, heavenly described by all,
Chins ate up, walking straightly proud and tall,
Down the mud, little people helplessly crawl.
Tears, sweat and even blood were shed,
In God they mercifully pray and remediabity beg.
This silence is unbearbale to hear
Moments are remembered, only by me dear.
The screaming silence, irritates the ear
No sharp words to move our rusting gear.
Eve does all the talking
Adam does the scribbling
The serpent does all the mumbling
Soft hearts may soon be meddling.
All thoughts were just assumed
And emotions were made and were consumed.
Days are always counted
These moments always keeps me haunted
These settings God has planned was consented.