The Beginning of The End

 If death wasn't an obvious

Would life still be as precious? 

If endings weren't an obvious

Would beginnings still be as ambitious?

Not a Love Story

She sought home in the world; he weaved worlds in a home

Time differences end a lot many affairs; perceptual differences could never let their's begin

All Of What I Have

I have scars from the times I healed, and, tattoos from the times I couldn't

I have stories from the times I could re-live all over again, and, poetry from the times I didn't want to live even once

I have laughs from the times I pulled through and an ego to clothe them in, and, I have tears from the times I just couldn't, and many a mouthful of whiskey to drown them in

I have an insatiable urge to live for what the times to come might be, and, an irresistible urge to die for what the times to come will never be

Existences

What couldn't be done was lost in regrets

What wouldn't be done was lost in time trail

What couldn't be present was lost in past probable

What wouldn't be present was lost in overthought impossibilities

What couldn't be lived was lost in rusted graves

What wouldn't be lived was lost in crippling wrinkles

Lies for Lives

The soothing lies we sell 

Because the truth is too uncomfortable to tell

It's odd how we seem to convince ourselves it's all to avoid hurting the ones we love

It's funny how we think we know that love can be broken by truths and yet healed in lies

Lies are like cancer; they feed off you

Until it's just you in your cobweb of lies

And skeletons of the ones you'd loved,  around

Dead from the dearth of the truth, stinking of lies

Your lies

The Death of a Poet

It takes bullets to kill a boy and lies to kill a lover

It takes faith to kill a truth and reason to kill a religion

And yet, all it takes to kill a poet, is sprinkled words

Bleeding Roses

When you're on the opposite sides of a barbed wire

Split in two, by imaginary divides

A gun clenched in one hand, fear in the other

There's no right or wrong

Only a license to kill born out of a will to live

Roses can't breathe off bullet holes

A Word for a World

Words are never just about words

Words are a world of their own

A world you and I know a lot about, we think

And yet know absolutely nothing about it

The Holocaust was born out of words as much as every Nobel Peace Prize speech

From the formula of building a bomb to scripting poetic justice, it's all words and words alone

It takes words to love, it takes words to hate, it takes words to grief, it takes words to rejoice

And yet, we think words exist for us, but do they really

Or the matter of fact is that, we merely exist to put words to purpose

You'd tell me, what a thought

And I'd say, WORD!

Chameleon Habits

When you've grown a habit of wearing masks for faces

And the masks have grown the skin of faces

Can you tell masks from faces anymore?

When a chameleon has been a chameleon long enough, does it still remember it's true colour?