Slave

January 6, 2013

Never let them get to you
let your passion burn.
Even though they shackle you,
it’s what you choose to feel that’s true;
keep your mind away from them
and deep inside, you shall have freedom.

Keep on keeping on,
dance your dance,
sing your song,
move your merry self along.

But resolve grows thin and short
and time is tough and long.

You let them take your soul
so you belong
and never look them in the eye
never yours to reason why
just do as you are told
getting busy growing old.

Get on getting on,
play your game,
sharpen your tongue,
move your wicked self along.

Oh how time has weakened you,
when you were once so strong.

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He and She (Unfinished)

April 20, 2012

“I will give you the world,” said he.
“You can keep your world, it means nothing to me;
give me your heart, instead.”
“I’m afraid that is one thing I cannot do,” he said.
“Well, if that is true,
I cannot waste another day with you;
What I need from you is love
there’s nothing that I place above.”
“So romantic, so naive;
this is no reason to leave!”
“Perhaps, but then what reason to stay?
What do we have at the end of the day
if not love and romance?”
“Must there be a purpose to the dance?
Can we not do for doing’s sake, just for fun?”
“But what will there be when the dance is done
to make me not regret?”
She said, “fun, one can forget.
It is love that ever-lasts”
“Love too shall pass”