Reluctant Saint

Thus spake the high hermit. "Hate me for who I am than to love me for who I'm not."

And a thunderous applause.

"They extol me because I tell them I'm not worth it."

"They love me because I tell them I don't want them to love me."

Under the blinding limelight. Amidst the maddening crowds. Through deafening cheers. Out of 24*7*27. A regular soul.

O, my. O my, Reluctant Saint.

O Draconian Devil!

I woke up beautiful.

Said a little prayer thanking the bats were gone. To the demi-God. To the dummy God.

You are a paper onion. I crumble you and I cry.

Wait. I have a phone call.

Nuisance. You are my birthday dragging me closer to obituary.

You are stale breath. Suffocate my guy.

Left wing. Right wing. Broken wing. Castrated devil. Shattered Satan.

Half The Man I Used To Be

My steel is rusted. My aura doesn't glow. I showed him a gun, my passion refused to fade.

I'm half the man I used to be. Or was I always this much?

I left you too late. I should have never taken your fall. Why did you complete me when I had to leave you?

Now what do I shoot, the half I left or the half I'm left with?

[Thank you, Sweet Knife]

Uh..

I don't like this place. I don't. I don't. I don't.

Everybody here wants me to be smart. Everybody asks me to be a big girl. Everybody says sit quiet.

Take me away from here. Hide me in your pocket. Wear me as your cologne. Lock me inside your heart-shaped box. And drown the key.

I want to jump, sing, kick, poke tongue, scratch head, roll eyes, make a face, act stupid, play with fingers, bite your nose, draw in air, splash in mud, pull your hair again. Promise me you'll be there at the end of the day to take the kid back home.

Come, please, I'm calling..

[Thank you, Sweet Knife]

Aneurysm

I'm afraid. Hide me in your arms.

I'm sleepy. Let me retire in your lap.

I'm bored of life. Sing me a song.

Take me by your hand and lose me in the endless woods. Drench me in the blood-soaked moonlight. Flow me in the waters of the lake of fire. Forget me in the maze of your dreams.

My meek prophet. My desert oasis. My winter sun. My cup of milk. My goodnight's sleep. My alpha. My omega. My beautiful man.

You won't hurt me na?

the Mirage

Airs gurgle by, the dance of the torrents, the blanching sun. And the scalding desire to attain Nirvana.

The wretched traveller, his slowing steps, his stopping breath, his dying hope.. And The Mirage.

Now, there's no escape.

Come to me. You're doomed.

The Last Stop

For the love of my life, to which I committed, myself as the sole reason of my sustenance

Those long tiring walks through unlit dreams, unreasoned yearnings by twilight, unsung songs to which I slept each dawn.. All for a journey, and no destination

To finally reach you.

In the blink of the eye, in the tear that poured out in prayer, in the whiff of breeze which the birds bring from far away skies..

O, love of two! I remain with no choice, but to announce you as me..