I My future not yet certain, For my present is undefined. Roaring in the wasp for air, I inhaled and exhaled All to get tramped in my clueless self. II Days of chains and claws got behind, Tales they turned for its origin couldn’t be felt, The wounds are gone, But the scars forever remain raw, For my fears grow wings even in my fearless state. III Tick tock, time passed, Chirmed not for regret, for the fight for life is over. Beneath our feet lies the beginning of another war, Claimed my identity got soaked in an art of war. IV With all dead carcassing identities, All i discovered was my survival, With it they felt if I’m a hulk or alien, Well, I’m from earth just like any other, But WHAT ON EARTH AM I HERE FOR?
I With thousand words to express, A million dreams to hope in depress, With legion starlights to make a wish just to impress, And with kisses under the mistletoe that caress. II With the encountered nightmares, With your spoken word that smears, There’s beauty in everything that pairs, Yet you see pain in your beautiful hairs. III The world could change our hearts, Sorrow might beget joy even in our plight, Beauty may sharpen our pain so tight, But all adds to who we are aright IV Scars may define our beauty, Beauty may restructure our cruelty, Hope may appear in the field of disparity, With courage there’s fear in adversity, But SCARS and BEAUTY could be our true identity.
I I want to feel the Aisle, To dance my feet to the Isle, Facing you, echoing to my ears , Saying, I do! II The vow to leave my loved ones, The vow to seperate from all to clinge to you, Promise to take, vow to uphold, Till death do us part. III I will summon the sorcerer in camelot, To chant his spells to uphold the day ☀, To fasten the time ⌚ putting my wish in line, For in you i found the me, A rib of my rib for none to say nay IV The ring we shall wear, May you kiss the bride will be heard, The veil will be removed, A kiss will flow, And the bouquet will be thrown, Forever and happily ever after. V A bag of tuber, 7 barrels of oil ⛽, 2 packs of salt, 10 boxes of attires, I’m ready to pay the prize.
I Far from my sight i saw a figure, Eight it was not one. Closer i moved, Moving my pace towards her ways. II Her smile she passed, Soon we engaged in words, Time ticked,, we are on the dance floor, Moving and rocking me all sonorously, Like the breeze of a strong wind. III She swaved and touched, Yet her hands never stopped, Her fingers i could sense all over me, Like a signal from a mast down into my manless spine. IV A feeling i really wish to resist, But the potency i couldn’t fight, Moulding the whole of me into my buttomless gut, Indeed, she got my love language. V Lay me down and let’s pray, You on top and I beneath, Take my hand and save my soul. VI Her touch was poisonous to my inner self, But i never wanted it to stop. A love poison it seemed to my hormones, But then i realized, that for every touch of a lady, They are gods to men.
A man’s attitude to a fellow man is a reflection of his superiority over the tentative wisdom he has acquired in the realm of assumptions OR of his inferiority over the foolishness he chooses to display in the realm of defining you by mere appearance.
I Days begin to pearch as the calls begin to roll through, I left it unpicked but responded to the text coming through. I placed the footprint in my heart and retard the fingerprint. II I chew off your name like the air in me, I pledged my allegiance to your lies and bear no witness to your truth, I handled your love as nothing and treat your hate like jewelry. III I live my life unconsciously and it turns you off consciously, You feel i do not care, but i still know your birthday. You feel i care, but i still can’t remember your flavorite song. IV I set my focus on your errors and ignore your perfection, You accused me of this but I’m still not aware of it. But now it appears i broke your heart, And within me it’s not something i planned, For my candle couldn’t see beneath itself, And the more i rip you off till the end. V Now all i feel within me is there’s a lover somewhere, Unknown admirer that is unknown to me, Or known admirer yet unknown to me. VI My apologies i relay to you for the time past, My mistakes i wish i could withdraw, The truth I’ve aired to you where ever you may be, For someone else will love you back, But someone isn’t me! .
Getting the trophy to be a champion might not seem too challenging atimes in life, retaining the trophy for a life long in the quest of defending it over and over again could be the greatest challenge.