This 17th of November

You’ve been poking me for a while
Without grace, without style
You kept poking..
Poking until you almost pushed..
Me to the edge of admitting,
And never to the edge of forgiving..

But I was one step ahead of you,
So you couldn’t make your way through,
And when I thought I was victorious
You kept poking,
Until I could feel the loss

So after you became alive,
I was aware of all my lies
And although reluctantly,
I looked in my mirror
and cried..

Cause I saw you..
A worthless piece of shit,
A fucked up little kid
That refuses to grow up,
And keeps on doing what he must not

I ask myself while I’m sinking..
Was it ignorance ?,
That impaired my thinking,
Or was it neglect ?
That created these hideous perceptions
And made me betray my best intentions..

So the 17th of November
Is the day I’ve chosen to remember
But after having tasted,
the value of the worthless,
I hear my soul,
begging for a moment,
to lay you down to rest…

A well meant rejection

Now this idea seems a little cloudy
And the most lovely scenarios
Turned into an awfully written script
And I wonder,
if others go through this
When contemplating about their first relation ship

Well the story took its toll,
When we shared ourselves to bits
Liking our kind,
We spend all those meaningful hours
With enthusiasm on our lips

But then the dream lost its flavor,
And your lips so sweet indeed,
Started to taste so bitter
Not surprised by this revelation
I knew I’d turn into a pathetic quitter

And now I’m sure,
that fate must have opened the door
But never really dared to come in,
remaining frightened,
by the mess I’ve made
of her own environment..

And as you ask me for the reasons,
Of this sudden rejection
I feel like saying that
I only wanted to protect you,
From my beautifully painted imperfections

But these words remain silent,
And you remain naked on my bed
As with an unrecognizable voice,
And a dry throat I tell you,
That we simply didn’t match

Hatred’s son

God why did he enter
When he was not invited
How come he found a map?
And all this time
Managed to hide behind it

I see him staring at my lungs,
Slowly, pointing his brand new gun,
And I begin to get terrified,
Cause in this blank room
There’s nowhere I could possibly hide!

They said his bullet could melt
And I could become immune to his hell,
If I’d only realize
That his words were twisted,
And represent nothing but lies

But suddenly,
He throws away the gun,
And as I prepare to run
He softly whispers,
That he resents being hatred’s son

So I stop,
And watch him cry angry tears,
And as he does,
I know in seconds he’ll disappear,
And leave me wonder,
When he’ll appear again,
So that he finally,
Can give my cycle an end..

For my Capricorn

22 now, and more to come
And maybe soon you’ll manage to run,
Run away to somewhere else,
and become a scientist, with lots of
honors on her belt

But there is one thing,
we do not fear,
that you will ever forget
what you left here,
Even if a Capricorn, so quite devote,
Would never leave his babies home !

But we understand and we will let you go,
if you promise us,
that you’ll continue to glow
with that white teeth,
And that gorgeous smile,
your unisex clothes,
your Cat woman style..

Everyday we thank God
that we can afford,
to be around such a lovely soul,
that caresses us with her presence
and proves that some friendships,
really do make sense..

So after all these facts presented above,
that reflect how much you are being loved,
I feel guilty for one thing I must I admit
how could I think,
you were born on the 26th ?