To what depths have you sunk
where mirrored poison runs
how barren is your land
that no offspring will roam
did you build your castles in the sand
only to be washed away by sea and foam
and now your days have drawn near
a wreckage bought about by fear
steady is the hand cast free of doubt
not bound by age and gout
for weary have your eyes become
that beauty is seldom seen
and though wisdom has been won
your pastures are no longer green
so carry forth your burden
wear your shadow on your back
for nothing in this life is certain
only that to which we lack.

They asked for my honest opinion
but I’m not sure it’s something I can give them
to know I see past their visage
I would rather remain a chameleon at large
always blending into the background
you may search for me but I will never be found
not the real me the core being
because if I reveal me I reveal you
like the eye that’s all-seeing
toppling your pyramid scheme
reducing us to grains of sand
tell me what makes a man?
is it the value of his name
or the respect he has gained
does his wealth hold weight
what determines his fate?
won’t we all be reduced to nothing
despite clinging onto something
is this really what you want to hear
or would you rather I placate your fear
passing my smile around the room
I guess it doesn’t matter either way
it will all be over soon.

She asked me to dance
so I led her round the room
she was my bride
and I her groom
we recited vowels in front of strangers
till death do us part
our vows had become ledgers
and so too our hearts
with bands of gold cast around the index
and her body bound in white
we sealed the deal with carnal ***
but in truth, it was what our hearts did write
I do, I do they did chant
no shorter promises ever kept
as the happy couple continued to dance
the congregation wept.

I wonder what you're looking at
seeing as we've never met
do you dream as do I?
of cloudless minds and wordless skies
is it too much to presume
that you stare at the moon
or count the stars one by one
what is it you do for fun
is laughter always on your lips
would your smile launch a thousand ships
when all it takes is one
to set sail around the sun
tell me how you spend your days
does melancholy come in waves?
do you sleep with hope or sorrow
and will we ever meet tomorrow
truth be told I know little of
you, your heart or even love.

I could write nonsensical
and make the words not rhyme at all
but would you read my ramblings
and consider me insane?
for spilling thoughts from my brain
Would you care to hear me talk?
if I spoke like a fork
Or would a spoon be easier to swallow?
if it was full of smiles
Tell me, am I terrible or knife?
the cost of admittance is worth the price
Does a placemat stack against the vocabulary at my disposal?
maybe I should consider your proposal
to live a coherent life
to colour within the lines
I am a crayon box of imagination
excuse me for drawing on the walls.