The Road You Take
Happiness is not out here
grabbing us today,
saying stuff like,
“Today is going to be your day.”
Everything that’s happening now,
you might have to fight.
A lot more worries
while trying to sleep good at night.
Always take precautions—
no more personal defeat.
It’s a tough world to live
and work in these streets.
This end-of-life theory
is not for the weak,
so stop making bad choices
as we speak.
Consequences are going to respond
to everything you do.
There’s no multiple-choice answer—
you can’t pick or choose.
You have to be careful
about what road to take,
because at the end of the night,
it just might be too late.
By:MelvinJohnson2025
IN AND OF OUR INTOXICATED KIDS
The tease of Satan,
Intoxicating their minds;
Its high, downing them:-
They love doing wrong.
Despite all of the trouble,
They just love the high.
We must burst their highs;
Them falling into our grace:
Forgiven and healed:-
HEY KID! CHECK THIS OUT!
Be you that
You are;
Adored and
Always wanted:
That’s why
You are here:-
You could
Have been aborted;
But love birth you from
The womb:-
And remember this,
Friends don’t make fools
Of their friends: joyfully
Laughing at them—
Think about it,
And be in awareness:-
Deep secrets won’t make me feel guilty,
there are moments best kept to yourself.
Sacred sort of scratches the surface
of words that don’t make it to whisper.
Smushed within the ashes on these lips,
deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty.
That choice ends their potential gossip,
it is best to leave truth the question.
Soon enough a new story’s floating
then you relish not making the news.
Deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty,
no one can twist what doesn’t exist.
New wind blew in and flattened the sails
as I laughed all the way to the bank.
I’ll stay private in this new Wild West,
deep secrets don’t make me feel guilty.
I have a thousand problems,
Yet the desire to live still remains.
Employment has killed my dreams,
Responsibility has buried my love.
Friends drifted away on the journey of youth,
For a little money, we moved far away from our city.
The house where I spent my childhood,
My youth was spent keeping that house running.
The one who once ran away from time,
Today runs alongside time.
The one who once lived among gatherings,
Today lives in solitude.
The one who was once his mother’s beloved,
Today has become the support for his mother’s two daily meals.
The one who once lived for himself,
Suddenly began living for his loved ones.
Who knows where youth does not take a person,
The one who once never stepped outside his home now takes months to return home.
Who knows what his youth taught him,
That even the boy who was once spoiled began shouldering responsibilities.
Peep day matrix,
of willowy fog,
grey sprinkled usher,
to ephemeral epiphany,
frail cloud mantle,
vacuous veneer,
or token inkling,
amorphous tweet,
encoded riddle flimsy,
sunshine arbitrator,
dispells hazy,
symbolism
Marvel… wonder… gape
Laugh at those funny monkeys…
… Don’t stare at the ape
People promise things all the time,
just like they are promising to fly.
They promise the impossible,
then throw those promises away.
You promised to be my friend,
but you broke that promise too.
Someone asked me something-
smiling at the tears in my eyes.
They thought I was happy,
but I was about to cry.
I wasn't crying from happiness.
I was trying not to fall apart.
They looked at me with sadness,
but I had seen it all before.
Their reaction felt familiar-
but I got déjà vu.
Sorrows of Love
The sorrows of love have an ever changing face
We dream of a soft inviting smile filled with grace
The lovelorn get lost in hungry eyes
And the promise in those moments of surprise
The tender kindness and ecstasy's fires
The charms that only exist in one's deepest desires
The ocean of intelligence waves my faith
Between the horizon clouds fall asleep
The science of the mind shows my traite
Upon surrendering my soul no one must weep
Under the twilight merge the lamp of my dream
the silence have awaken my deep sorrow
With the sharpened moon the arrows beam
faster than the wind my mind will follow
Surrounded by boundaries of mental fear
the stars are awakened to challenge and fight
What happens to the old souls who disappear
all the answers in the future will come to light
To unveil the mystery of life is a difficult path
look for the sage who knows the silent art
How can i mourn something i’ve never known
Still I pretend to swim
in the endless sea
nigh of any true misery
only the discomfort of martyrdom
inflicted upon those who will learn
to forget my name
shroud my shattered remains in gossamer
let time feast on my flesh
strip from me all of value
yield to nothing but my eyes
an unmade carcass of becoming
shall drift loosely carried by the windless tide
watching—waiting for the day to bleed into the night
Grief does not belong here
It has no home
Tears shall not be shed where I lay
Irises will not rest by my tomb
Palms will not dig to unearth me
For a stranger cannot be mourned
If they were never known
The feeling was real in heart
A glance pierced the heart ,like a dart.
There was a spark,a different glow
Everything was smooth, with the flow.
Year after year,the bond got strong
It all seemed magical, but,I was wrong.
The words looked real,the emotions so true
The love grew deeper,there was no clue.
It was a mistake, to think it real
The pain is deep,hard to deal.
The wounds though invisible, are forever
I was fooled...I wish,I was clever...
The thing I never said ,is ,the regret
To have been loved,feels to be in debt.
Everything every time,was fabricated
It took years to realize, how deeply,I was hated.
Deep inside, my heart regrets and mourns
As the pain,from thousand piercing thorns...
as man's knowledge abundantly grows … worldwide wisdom further depletes
I am tired of teaching you how to love me.
Tired of translating my heart into instructions.
"I forgot" — you forgot?
How do you forget someone waiting?
You say "sorry, I was in a hurry"
But you were never in a hurry to reach me.
I don't want a goodbye kiss because I asked for it.
I want the one you remembered to give.
©Maya Evans
21 September 2026
I Was Here A While
I was here as the last breeze unfurls
To see the waves last few curls
What shall become of me afterwhile
Waiting for the moon I think I'll
Make my peace watching the ocean meet the sky
Pondering all those things that no one knows why
While the sun's last rays stand in the way
The moon has no place to play
I was here a while on this tiny sphere
Vibrating to the ocean"s roar so clear
In the earth's blink of her eye
Even a billion years after I die
To this marble I'll be dead for sure
In God's gift to the universe I'll remain obscure
A life of searching for where I fit
Maybe all I can do is imagine it
Not to forever live
Only mere moments does he give
Each a blessing
To be possessing
Beyond my time the future lays
And what may happen in those days
For I have no way to know
What may come and what may go
When my last breeze blows
And my final wave goes
All those moments of joy and pain
Will be lost like tears in the rain
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