London LTD

I reside in a city, where concrete dreams turn into buildings
Footprints of aristocracy merge along modern shortcomings
Spiralling consumerism narrates an ungodly materialism
Individuality elevated over a community fearing its ism
I was told never fall in-love with a city who seldom slept
No one warned of a hatred for a city who seldom wept

Winter.

Summer love appeared to us and vanished
Winter blues descended on a love tarnished
Skies once so blue began to grumble
Left alone as leaves began to tumble
The air we breath has a graver tone
Hardened soil matches a heart of stone

Au-delà

Au fin fond de la nuit, je cherche la lumière
Au fin fond de la nuit, je récite une prière
Envers un Dieu mort devant mes yeux
L’humain est seul et ne mérite pas mieux

Dans une piece peuplée, je me sens trahi
Avec ceux que j’aime, je me sens haï
Sans réponse mais sans question réelle
J’abandonne l’au-delà, sans querelle

Once upon a chair.

I saw eyes, nose, lips but no feature
Life turned a human into a creature
A weary smile lost its spark in the dark
Puppy love morphed into a warning bark
Cynical thinking became a mechanism
Mechanical relations cemented cynicism
A broken soul I aimed to nurture
A broken soul tamed by torture

21.10.19

We reconvened after a hiatus but you were absent
I must be accustomed to merely recall your scent
I must get used to merely hearing stories about you
I must get used to merely supposing it was all true
We reconvened after a hiatus but you were missed
I must ensure your memory shines amongst the mist
I must get used to merely using the past tense indefinitely
I must get used to merely using the future in confidentiality
We reconvened after a hiatus but you were never too far
I must be accustomed to leaving a window of hope ajar

Théâtre.

Life isn’t a game but a tragic play

Headlights too bright dare I say

Your true self hidden under a mask

Social pressure suffocates dare I ask

Dare fake a smile as the curtain calls

Will a public care as the curtain falls

Train

I looked up to what I thought was the sun

My eyes rested on her as our story begun

Her gaze looked through me taking me hostage

An overdose of emotion despite a minute dosage

I wondered if any earthly name bared her justice

She got off the train as a soul I knew I’d miss

Paris.

I left my soul behind in the city of lights

Mornings blended with afternoon delights

The sun went down as we sat drinking

Fire in the sky of the horizon had me thinking

For the wine in my cup laid a mark on my lips

For your arms on my waist laid a mark on my hips

I put out the cigarette that we foolishly shared

As our time neared its end I knew then that I cared

Matter.

I live with the notion that death awaits

I paint a perfect picture my mind curates

Abstract notions of ambition appease me

Abstract notions of emotion please me

For I believe that each step carries purpose

Ignoring that as a requirement I am surplus