Bow Tie 

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.

In his arms 

In his arms 

A moment will do

No amount of time could remedy this love that lingers for you

Two years gone by without realising how or why did he become the apple of my eye

In his arms 

For the briefest of moments as the world evaporates and nothing is left 

In his arms

Only human after all and unrequited something is a funny thing 

Face to face, eyes linger over mine, question erupt like a dozen fireworks on the 4th of July sky

Call me a sweetheart, watch my heart suddenly stop 

Climb upon of the highest mountain just to find air to breath

It all left the room when he glanced in my direction

Who allowed such a work of artistic perfection 

Nothing could ever compare to that stare

In his arms 

The sounds of sirens and alarms fades to nothingness

In his arms

Just a minute longer 

But the moment is gone

No remedy at hand

Too much to comprehend and demand

In his arms

Life complete 

The rest is obsolete 

Time to abandon and withdraw

Resign and let it go

In his arms in the briefest of moments, and then it’s gone forevermore.

Yet here I sit, filled with his voice and face in my head, keeping me from going to bed. 

In his arms 

Let me be

Don’t need anything else

Not even as the sun starts to rise

Still unable to go to bed

Listen to my heart and it lead me to he, along with the country of origin that made him a noble majesty.

In his arms

No need to raise the alarms 

Abandon ship and let it be 

In his arms 

Living in a bubble

Living in a bubble of desires and solidarity

Drink from the cup of ambition and prosperity

Whilst living in a bubble of normality within lingers wrath and sorrow of foregone past traumas

Living in a bubble, stirring within is the turmoil and trouble, whether the path is right and satisfactory to fulfill the void within that causes calamity

Living in a bubble, keeping out of trouble yet it circles all around, silent and profound without compassion for the consequences or intentions, all for this quest of perfection and peace.

Living  in a bubble with a open heart boarded with thorns, a sharpened tongue and a mentality fit to create more repose.

Living in a bubble

Slumbering to be set free, lost in ideas that hold no profit, solely to idle away the time with creativity

Living in a bubble

Fall in affection with a master of supremacy, the dark macabre of unified serenity

Living in a bubble

Fighting the stirring embers of troubles

Living in a bubble and awaiting the moment to arise and be free, answer that question of whether this one secret wish is meant to be, liberty and restriction, a beautiful predicament.

Living in a bubble, longing to be free, one eye fixed on ambition whilst the other gazes at the unknown figure steeped in confident beauty and all the things impatience deems will never become a reality.

Living in a bubble

Sleepless nights and endless cup to increase the thirst

Drinking from ambition and dreams laced with solidarity

Broken inside and conflicted within, engaged in a dance of an unhealthy alliance

Living in a bubble, staying out of trouble whilst conflict reigns in the mind, engrossed in lazy luxuries that spare us from defining needs and desires unfulfilled, how much time is there left to kill

Living in a bubble

One eye on ambition and the other of falling for a fairytale life when the heart commands what makes the perfect reality.




Under suspicion

Under the weight of ambition

Under the motivation and desire for it to come into fruition 

Under the majesty of expectation and acknowledgement unfulfilled 

Under the burden of limited time, so much to kill for that momentary thrill

Under apprehension and nervous suspicion, eye lids growing heavy by hopes and expectations of dreams unseen, unfulfilled, yet waiting to cause thrills

Under the spell of twinkling amber and hazel, ready for demise and appraisal, less than three hours till the sun rises to electrify and mystify, disbelief and fears pour for the ones we care for and adore,  keeping the slumbers at bay, making it for another tired and sleepless conclusion to a week of confusion.

Under pressure and need of expression, the latest fancy of a meaningless devotion, constant negotiations and indicision, all in the wake of detail and precision. 

Under the moonless sky set alight by street lights from cities far beyond the naked eye, a compromise to be set before the eventual regret sets in

Under the weight of a descending anchor cast far out in the sea of thoughts, constantly feeling the need to conjure up some report to change the mood or pave the way for new feelings to resurface from where they were kept at bay

Under the dismay and heavy price set to pay as the clock ticks off the minutes faster and faster in a percular way.

Under and going all the way, until the cure is achieved and the fears kept at bay, isolation and apprehension kept away, before something else crops up to lead us astray. 

Flying High

Flying high 

On the road we go 

Wind picking up that tempo

Going with the flow and finding new ways to entertain until the destination is reach

Stopping to watch the sunset on the beach

Flying high as we watch the open and liberal sky no matter where the clouds will be, even if it all of this is temporary

It’s​ a real mystery as we are still unable to decipher the coordinates to meet destiny’s demands

 Flying high

Encounter a stranger inspiring a lot of suspicious, could it paranoia or intuition dictating terms to me

The stranger offers a souvenir and casually takes his leave, leaving us wondering what he has hidden up his sleeve.

Flying high 

No consequences required for the agenda to commence, on this journey of liberty, the destination is set and yet unknown to all lies the end result filled with future regrets.

Flying high

Spying at the corner of the eye, expecting to see the suspension stranger dressed in an outfit far from usual normality, what is the need for the formality.

Flying high, getting dressed up to be lead astray in the course of destiny, why is it always the ones with resentment and distain following them around causing a pain.

Flying high

Away on the road we go, on the path to secure what fate has decreed, but the price is heavily and every turn holds a new surprise.

Flying high, be careful of the strange with the hair a colour of royal monarchy 

All is not what it seems, with an identity changed and the positions rearranged, bringing into question all that was suppose to be 

Flying high, keeping close by the deep blue sea

Steady as they go, secretly aiming to be a hero and solve the fates surrounding for what feels like an eternity

Flying high

Playing the hero

Never letting go 

That stranger keeps up in the distance, unbeknownst to us on this journey that we go.

Flying high

Getting carried away 

Priorities all adrift at sea, whilst we let the open road do whatever has been decreed

Tailed by that stranger with the royal style and hair the colors of a regal monarchy all the while 

Flying high

Touch the sky, living until the day comes to say goodbye

From the open road to the spacious sea

On this journey do we go to fulfill the demands of a secret decree, littered with sacrifice and superiority, watched all the while by the stranger in his long coat of mystery

Flying high

Until the day comes to bow out and resign, fulfill the prophecy in the hallmark of the regal demands 

Only to discover that the stranger constantly following was responsible for all that has come to be

Flying high 

Whether to live or die, the victor will always be he, the suspicious stranger with a regal air of pure danger 

Flying high

So long and goodnight, high time to conclude and let the rest be. 

Darkness becomes the light

The darkness becomes the light

In his presence white becomes black

The colors fade into a tangle

Too complicated to unravel

From the ceiling so much to show and little to be revealing

There is little point in concealing when the feelings are so on display

Yellow and light street lights flicker in disarray

Upside down and all with a cheerful frown

The darkness becomes the light

At least when he is around, for now

Circling around, each corner and angle the same yet different in a nonsensical way

Each path taken is lined with uncertainty and foreboding

Confidence is slowly dissolving in the heated winds of the day

The sun has taken its’ leave for the day, a night of magic awaits to erupt

And lead responsibilities astray

As the darkness becomes the light

Immersed in a world far too comfortable to ever abandon

Eternal darkness brings peace in miniature pieces, a puzzle to be solved in a bit

Unable to go to bed with it unresolved


Even when the sun rises to beckon the dawning of a new day

The darkness becomes the light

Unless he goes away

Out of nowhere he appeared in an unexpected sphere

And now he motivates and creates, peace and harmony in the midst of his chaos and disarray

A glorious figure of pure fascination, and all one can do is marvel at his creation

Darkness becomes the light

Unless he goes away

“Kindly don’t” they say,  for there is plenty of material to make him stay

Come what may, the darkness becomes the light either way

A dragon heart filled with fire and ire

In his command or under his spell, it is as powerful as a lion’s roar

Wait for it – the rising calm before the adoring storm

Darkness becomes the light

And still the question lingers

Does one want to be him or be with him

What a sin either answer would bring in, and yet it would be worth it in the end, for all else would be deadly dull and void of all amusement and fun

Darkness becomes the light

Around and around the path goes, three hundred and sixty degrees with each and every turn unknown.

A dragon heart filled with fire and ire

In his command or under his spell, it is as powerful as a lion’s roar – to powerful to ignore, as the in coming storm draws in with the rising sun, all for the sake of a little bit of fun

Darkness become the light

At least, when he is around, for now.




The lights went out

The lights went out and the city began to fold

The crafting of a story waiting to be told, no matter the price it is sold

Grown old in this splendid isolation, a new chapter depicting secrets too severe to be believed

Decieved in the act of peace, receiving only the opposite which consisted of pure grief.

The lights went out and the silence commenced its’ rule, sinister in nature, foreboding and cruel.

The lights went out as the new rule began to rise, marking a new dawn lacking in a sunrise.

This was, after all, part of the prize.

The reckoning has begun, a new revolution on the rise 

The lights went out and darkness fell, igniting the fires of an ancient long rebellion.

The grand illusions summarising a masterpiece of delusions, the silence of surrender bellows loudly for all to hear.

The lights went out 

No clouds to be seen, the sky is black and very prestine, yet no stars twinkle above in what use to be a heavenly gleam.

The lights went out as the city gave way, an unsightly ruin remains of once beautiful streets all left to decay.

Tis a waste and yet was no other way, hollow justification for a guilty mind lead astray,  come what may all must be obeyed, as the lights went out and erased the dawn for another day.