Love Lost

Forced to test with the laws of physics and entertain the black roses,
Having thoughts of investing in a diamond in the rough with the model poses,
Forsaken with the illustrious delusion of outer beauty,
Covering the golden hearted child that's pushed out of the view see,
She held the title of being a woman with grace and fell to a temporary disgrace,
Hence her image was tainted leaving facts of her greatness to be misplaced,
So I make arrangements to end the love affair with her as I walk with the florist,
Since my journey through my loves heart makes me feel like a tourist,
As I ponder upon the beautiful garden searching for something lifeless,
I pray that I never have another moment like this,
Memory seats I'm sitting on hoping to recline to a happy time,
Then I remember I'm on a stool in front of a double pour with no lime,
Sipping to replace the tears and tipping to survive the years,
Of running from the empty glasses I've left to clear,
Perhaps I struggle with the deception of saving for loves cost,
When in all actualality I'm setting myself up for love lost...

The Gift Of The Soul

Life has graced me with the present to watch my soul grow,
I was granted with the gift to see my subconscious show,
Like a forced marriage we were given a predetermined bond.
Gazing upon the normal structure of reality we stood beyond,
Engulfing alternative lifestyles and corresponding lessons,
Riding the rollercoaster of blessings and gaining material for jam sessions,
Modeling the ideal image of perfection,
Proving that yin and yang has the same reflection,
Balancing the ups and downs with hopes to overdose on our subliminal high,
Creating a blissful escape from the consequences of living arrangements that we comply,
To, while losing ourselves in the moments that separate us from our original form,
Where we're blind from tragedy and sin, yet we begin to drown inside the norm,
So we go through a temporary era to conform just to survive,
Until we can gas up our dreams to fuel us on the journey we drive,
To reach the destination of looking down on the skies,
Simultaneously and telepathically these vision arise,
As if it were coincidence or just a surprise,
That it's possible to look your soul in the eyes as one who is idealized...