Offer

Make an offer impossible to refuse

Then perhaps this fever can be diffused

Head feeling heavy even though the thoughts are empty and filled with unrealistic possibilities 

Make an offer impossible to refuse

Be the remedy as you once were

Erase everything and start afresh 

Lost in language with so much love never be able to express

Every word uttered feels like too much has been confessed

Too much revealed in the desperate aim to share and express oneself, but at the same time conceal, in fear of the past, and protection is key 

Make me an offer impossible to refuse

Not since you has there been anyone else worthy of an embrace

Take a risk and board a plane to take the heart to your temporary domain where you remain

A tired heart and a weak soul, filled with things destined to be eternally unknown

Make an offer impossible to refuse

The memories of you won’t fade away, ten years could have past and there you will remain 

So tired but unable to sleep, staying up to the late hours until the mind decides to call it a day

But even in the dreams you continue to play

Wish I could tell you to go far away, but weakness rules and commands forever

With the only desire to see and be with you once more

Though it is impossible and probably beyond reasonableness 

Make an offer impossible to refuse

Then maybe then this fever will finally be defused.

Bow TieĀ 

In a world where the sun sets only when you command

Profound and real, never with the need to conceal 

Left the heart on the floor after it fell off the sleeve 

No time left to deceive or alibi to retrieve 

The power is within the palm of your hands as they rise in a steady motion

Controlled and filled with devotion 

Bow tie 

Determined and kind, silently restoring faith in the melancholiness of humankind

Enshrined in a casket of light resonates a voice that summons the brightest of daylight

Dressed in a bow tie, no wings are required to make him fly 

To take flight and summon with all his might, through voice alone, conquering and calming

Bow tie to resonate something extra charming, as it captures and restrains all the things that once caused pain 

Outstretched arms with a lion’s roar, determined as ever to leave those hearts on the floor

Close the door, every morsel of he is worthy of being adored with something so strong it may raise the alarms 

Bow tie and a straightened up collar, observing the once grey sights now filled with color 

No words need to be spoken or tokens be exchanged, merely just being present is enough

It was no doubt surmised that the prize would be incomplete, the canvas half finished with the colourings missing, only to be salvaged upon the presence of his voice’s blessing 

Resonating color and light with every note, time is limited in the aim to devote 

Bow tie 

Such a commotion in a sea of endless devotion 

Drunk of some sort of potion of his own creation with full knowledge of the magnitude of the devastation 

All that elation 

Bow tie still part of his presentation of a masterpieces’ perfection 

In the midst of disarray and devastation 

The hallmark of his creation 

Permit me to serve and observe until the very end

Until the hour calls and beckons for the rest of a sleepy head.
 

There is silenceĀ 

There is silence 

There is an illusion 

There is the sweet sweet melody of a midsummer delusion

A broken treasure hidden away in seclusion 

To what end will this infusion bring

As we are left too exhausted to bring ourselves to the finale’s door

Hearts and souls scattered on the floor. Not abandoned or forgotten merely laid to rest in the wake of a melancholy disgrace.

There is silence 

It is deafening and profound 

Like that of the icy hail bellowing from darkening clouds

Scream aloud yet nobody hears

For all will fall on deaf ears frozen in the winter winds of fear. 

There is silence 

The only hope of salvation in an unlikely alliance 

Yet no strength or will remain for such defiance 

There is a silence 

Forever and true 

Remaining for an eternity

Till resolves fail and render us helpless as the silence beckons us away to set sail on a voyage to surrendering all to the arms of liberty, a tranquil land of calming serenity until there is silence. 

Can It Be Real?

Can it be real if I remain here beneath the darkening embrace of a midnight sky, will the memories be erased and forever set in some fictitious disgrace for sinners to embrace  

Can it be real if I continue to deny, no matter how much time goes by, the sentiments that remain, set to penetrate and drain, whilst in vain I plot and conceal the ways to vanquish what I truly feel

Can it be real if distractions conquer with missions profound that nothing and nobody could prevent their victorious endgame 

Can it be real if you are no longer there to set a path where I cast everything else to fade into darkness unaware without care, because never will you be the one to despair or ponder over actions without a single care

Can it be real if I somehow manage to forget to the point I wonder how and why you caused such a fret of fascination and frustration

In an Elysium of mine resides you the architect eternal and divine, because with you happiness exists, and for this bizarre reason I fail to dismiss these sentiments I hold no matter what has been fortold. But pray and be bold for this story is growing old, because you can never be what I seek and dream for my reality.

Can it be real if I continue to conceal till the point I no longer feel, pretend it was all a ridiculous dream, and finally be at an end this for life’s eternity.