A beautiful smile becomes a fierce grin
Spewing  a vicious set of insults
For all I’ve done
And all you care
My best of intentions
Your most effective kind of indifference
I’m sick and tired of your bored look
Yet still I revisit and revive
For old time’s sake
Hoping each and every time
Things will be turned around

Put aside your viciousness
And instead of taking everything for granted
Grant me a bit gratefulness
Hard-earned thankfulness
And a bit of earnestness
I’m sick and tired of your tired look
As if my efforts to revisit and revive
Is useless nostalgia
And my hope that things will be turned around
Desperate stupidity

Last night
I thought I met a sincere politician
But it turned out to be an actor
Inspired by Jimmy Stewart

Today
I thought I met a wonderful actor
But it turned out to be a politician
Pretending to be a politician

A man once told me
That I was full of myself
So arrogant and deviant

What  was I thinking?
Writing down that I’m a poet
That wants to be read

So dear audience, skip me
And do leave me be
Alone, with my profound humility

The yearning and that burning feeling
No romantic candlelight
But a forest fire
Setting its gaze on the horizon

The aching self-awareness  
Not a looking glass
But a microscope
Scrutinizing even the measliest of mistakes

The spectacular sensation
Not instigated by the gentlest of touch
But by the tormented teasing
Potential promises of the purest passion

Those dazzling daydreams
Not of the mysterious and the magnificent
But of the sensual and the sensational
As you crawl ever so carelessly into my mind

The things you do to me
Not one thought in my mind
Is not reminding me
That you and I are meant to be

The things you do  to me
The menace and the moonlight
The sexuality and the safety
The unrest and the union
The doubts and the delicacy
The things you do to me
The thought that you and I are meant to be

Dear audience
You have been quite disappointing of late
Quiet and inanimate
Unappreciative and overrated

Gone are the days of praise
Of recommendation
Inspiration
And adoration

An abrupt end to the expansion
Of people who read my creations
And charmingly approve
Of a poet of such wit and groove

Everything is in the eye of the beholder
And nothing is what it seems
So I looked up and noticed
Her!
A red dot in a drab, grey mass
A sense of hope in a world
Where everything good
Is reduced to ashes
And everything bad
Becomes the base of who we are

We were kept apart
But kept on trying
To reach out to one another
And through imagination
And communication
One red dot brought forth a second
And we set our world on fire

We have banished the bad
The drab, grey mass
So that all is left
Is a house and another house
And two red dots
Clinging on to each other
Everything is in the eye of the beholder
So I will just keep my eyes on you.
Until we are reduced to ashes.

Quacking ducks
Dung throwers
Degenerate, opinionate

No plea for serenity
No chance for reverence
Only less politeness

Survival of the fittest
Hegemony of the crudest
Twitter for the *****