The sea of colors, sights and sounds
Joyful glorious profound
In the meaning of this day I astound
Happy faces abound
Floats and buntings all around
Such is the day of pride I found.
I stood upon a corner side
Watching the worldly splendor go by
On mechanical Steads and ship they ride
In awe in fervor I stride
Though the memory is fresh of the horror
I must resolve to always remember
Those before me and those to come after
And be blessed in this moment forever and ever
For I shall rise a king, by the nobility of my character, it's strength and might.
Not by any birthright.
I shall rise a ruler, just and gracious,
Not a wanton sire of lands vast and spacious,
As far as the spread of the light.
I shall accord justice in my dealings
With Prince and pauper alike,
For haughtiness is not in my feelings,
I'll strive to do what is just and right.
I shall hold high, the righteous honor,
of those that strive in their toil and sow,
the seeds of goodness and verity,
and keep the fruits of their labor
with rectitude and pride, and humility.
I write this not as a boastful decree,
but a humble plea, a prayerful verse
to urge my reader to carefully see
that character of goodness makes me
a servant of men, not a master of serfs.
The gestures of hands, sultry poses, moving resolutely.
What aura of strength was she, that left me standing humbly.
I watched from the sidelines, incredulously,
Consumed, confounded, amazed,
I kept my gaze upon her face.
Awestruck, seduced, what beauty I witnessed,
She danced all night, with gusto and ire
My advances of romance she dismissed,
With a sly smile, setting my soul on fire.
I stood there, heart in hand, eyes tearful.
Venus personified, wrathful yet beautiful.
All I wanted was a chance to state my plea
And give my heart and soul unto her in glee.
Just as I was in her august presence,
She struck me down with here glare on my insolence.
And said unto these woeful ears, my eyes streaming
"Boy, get to steppin' you must be dreaming"
I turned back with a heavy heart and head in gloom
All the while thinking this is my end, my doom.
Just as I was turning back
She took my hand and stopped me in my track
She said " woo me by showing me your moves
Cuz I ain't down with no goody two shoes"
To which I held her hand and stepped up to dance,
And danced into her heart with my clumsy romance.
I hide in the shadows, playing with illusions, masks and disguises, of my own creation, my Self.
Masquerading, the comfort in pretending is my succor.
For i dare not face the reality,
as it glares me down like the tiger burning bright,
lurking to pounce...
rip me limb from limb,
as I walk through this forest of the night.
I know the sharp sting of unrequited love,
to never have the affections returned,
and see my love's face shining above,
I smoldered within, my heart and soul burned.
Isn't it strange, for all my affection,
after your rejection
I suffered dejection
Yet I still love you.
The silence in which I returned back
The burden of pain I did not lack
No matter how, time against me will stack
My suffering in this life's track
Yet I still love you.
I loved waking up next to you,
Now every waking moment is torment because of you,
Time will heal this pain that is true,
Yet I still love you.
If only fate could dispel,
This mourning of lost love, pure hell,
Remembrances of you fondly, I revel
My grief I cannot conceal,
Yet I still love you.
Rubble and dust, memories and their remnants strewn, like the aftermath of a storm, as it passed with such ravages to scar my body and soul.
We met in the strangest of circumstances, brought together by happenstance in the pursuit of a greater bliss.
Though who you were at the time, I could not have known.
Though who you are now, I wish I didn't.
For the short time that you so graced me with your illusory affections,
I only poured out sincerest devotion,
But alas to no avail.
You will sing your swan song for many and more.
All I want now is to hear you from afar.
