Loneliness
Loneliness is a thing not to be admired. It hurts, it desolates, it separates, it isolates. To be surrounded by nothing is not something to rejoice. To be alive- yet dead does not lend one a positive voice. Loneliness is all that it owns up to be - For it separates- it desecrates loved ones, families, and nations.
The pride of loneliness is like the lion of Judea (roaring and fierce) a thing to be reckoned with. It devours one’s mind, body, and soul. It surrounds one’s aura takes hold, and chokes out all the positive qualities one possesses. It turns light into blackness, days into night, until it destroys one, and completely exasperates all hope.
So, do not choose to be lonely, reach out and embrace your loved ones- Reach out and embrace your life.
Chasing a dream, she peddles her body
and dresses sexy, though never gaudy.
Catering to upper society,
high-priced call girls project propriety.
Easily enticed by riches, she yearns,
sex fuels the flames as innocence burns.
And selling favors for dollars and fame,
she pimps herself; it's all part of the game.
When paper passions and desires unfold;
sex isn't intimate; it is something sold.
And words of sincerity ring hollow
amidst phony smiles; men pay to follow.
Tomorrows cannot be freely explored,
for feelings are subdued when love is whored.
And abandoning family and friends,
circumventing objections; she pretends.
Reality exasperates her plight,
piercing awareness like slivers of light.
And, anguish slowly envelopes her soul,
for her lifestyle levies a heavy toll.
I'm on top of the world looking in
But in the heavens it's no wind
I sit an meditate
While my soul gravitates
Million thoughts an a billion heartaches
My mind an heart communicates
Heart boiling with fire that won't condensate
Hard for me to compensate
But I still try to conjugate
I can't medicate
The pain an flames to evaporate
In my mind an heart that exasperates
My soul an heart wrath wants to eradicate
But I use what factuates
Hibernates
Inside as strengths to navigate
Boisterous and bold
With an acid wit
Misunderstood for cold
Exhaustion exasperates but can’t quit
His poison pen
I know so well
His thoughts betray him
With his wicked spell
His caustic tongue
Cuts like a knife
Destroys my soul
Leaves me in strife
But there’s another side
I sometimes see
With eloquent devotion and decadent beauty
Cascading in the whimsical tide