Paradise

(Dedicated to the town of Dalhousie)

A vision intense, no words pretense,
A placid for eyes, a stunned sense.
Blue peaks through foggy eyes,
The fog breathes to mesmerize.
The sol seldom gives a hint,
Though the sod does enough.
The whites and greens melange through,
To blink your eyes is oh so tough.

A pinch full of dotted township,
Gallons full of paradise.
Creamy frostings on sloped canopies,
Clouds lined with milky white.

My soul is captive of this pearl of eye,
To free myself, I will not try.
Play along, I wish I could.
Had the world not called me home.
Home back to crowded voids,
To scattered papers, to deafened cries,
To shadowy smirks of no paradise.

"HE"

When you sink in blues,

He'll care to save.

And steer your melancholies

to innocent pleasing tales.

He'll stand by, as he always did,

He won't ever see you morose.

He has his woes and worries,

More than you can reckon.

Yet he cares, cares for you to be alright

So he'll fix you, 

your broken will and your broken being.

He's got none who fret for

None who stand a call away

Reciprocals are a wordly scam

And he wishes he was unaware.

His face yet holds no stress, 

No sign of pain.

Not for they exist not, 

But for he chooses to conceal.

He chuckles and chortles, as if a lark.

But within he's dead forever,

His glee is gone forever.

The Tear's Shine

Sinking deep in lonely waters

There's no one around.

My screams render inuadible

Amidst the sounds of your preoccupance.

I lay on my bed, cry to myself

Shrieking for help when i know

They'll not reach you or anyone for that

That it's me who'll drown

In oceans of solitude and in lakes of frown.

The only warmth is of the blanket,

And it is so cold.

But i'll steer through, it's my regular old

Comfort myself that all will be right

And then lying to self seems so easy.

The non-existence of my thoughts defines me,

My sheer nothingness torments.

But I'm a prisoner trapped by myself.

Blinded by the dazzling bright 

Of my tear's shine, in the dim light of isolation.

The Mask

A world devoid of afflictions,
Flestooned around in teal-hazed flowers.
Barren; of sorrows, of worries and woes.
Star-adorned for his mirthful face, so apparent.

There is no anguish to pain him.
There is no pain to perplex.
His is the perfect life, unalloyed.
And only if that were true.

But his frolic hides a heavy ache.
His glee hides a gloom,
About to break free any moment,
And deluge like the fire that consumes him, inside-out.

A strange fatigue sweeps over him,
Of being the jester to their miseries.
While those his own ravage his soul
To the very brinks of his life.

Yet, he walks beside, when you feel gone
Holding you up while himself forlorn.
He cheers you up, forever smiles,
While his frail self invokes to die.
His grin still masking his melancholy.

Expectations

Something to be done your way
You try so hard, there's nothing to say.
What they say is truly true.
Expectations only disappoint you.

What you want to hear,
Will never be said.
Promises to you
Will never be kept.
You face will hold a shock, not new.
Your expectation will only disappoint you.

The ones you want
Will never talk.
The ones you love
Will never share.
Your words will come back to pierce you.
Your expectation continues to disappoint you.

Don't they love you? You do suspect.
Don't they care or do they forget?
Do they only want to disconnect?
But darling, the truth is to never expect.

I tried, trust me I did.
Tried to expect just the littlest bit.
No reciprocals will you ever receive.
Just you and that quote will cry deceived.

And then you'll want to try again,
To expect and expect and expect again.
And in every turn, you'll end the same.
You swear not to repeat but repeat again.

Oh dear, what a shame.