Delilah

Delilah

Lured from all around by malicious succubi,

You can never escape, why do you even try?

They descend like vultures and tear you apart,

They stare into your eyes as they rip out your heart,

They will leave you in bliss,

From one simple kiss,

Then gouge out your eyes,

As you meet your demise,

But by then it’s too late,

Your fate was sealed at: “First Date”

You run and you run but you can never escape

By now you should know that this is your fate

At first glance you should have known, from the look of those lips,

How many men have fallen from the curves of those hips,

You shrug me off now, you don’t believe the latter,

But in ten years, you’ll see! You’ll be as mad as the Hatter!

It’s happened before, like Samson with Delilah

Someday you’ll see: you’ve become love’s pariah

And when you do, don’t run to me, when you need a messiah

Trust, Unrequited

Trust, Unrequited

This relationship’s a chase,

Feels like I’m runnin’ in place,

Don’t mean to give you disgrace,

But everything you did, was a slap to my face,

Can’t keep up the pace,

Always on my case,

Never shown any grace,

Don’t know if the prize is worth this race,

Now I’m losin’ control,

This love is taking its toll,

My heart’s as rocky as shoal,

And as black as coal,

Can’t reach the goal,

It’s just how I roll,

There’s no need for a poll,

It’s all just radical,

And now I’m under distress,

My heart is under arrest,

I feel this pain in my chest,

It’s like this whole thing’s a test,

Not feelin’ my best,

But surely you jest?

Can we forget this mess?

Just take my hand,

And forget the rest.  

Bury it

Bury it

Another shovelful of dirt,

To cover up the hurt.

Another mouthful of lies,

To add to the disguise.

He looks like he’s okay.

He looks like he’s fine.

His shirt hides his flays,

His light no longer shines,

His demons haunt him day in and out,

He falls to his knees - screams and shouts,

But he keeps it to himself,

He hides his pain upon the shelf,

He tries to bury it all, in a 20 foot hole,

But is always reminded when thrice the bell tolls,

He cries alone, broken and despised,

By none other than himself, his self-esteem circumcised.

He cries out for a rescuer, a hero, a savior,

But who would help him, with his lackluster behavior?

Like Atlas he stands, the world on his back,

The countless worries of the populace, using him like a rack,

His grits his teeth and sobs, silently all the while,

Wondering what it was, exactly, that made him oh so vile,

But through the eyes of others, this isn't what they see,

They see the wonderful guy he is, the man he’ll someday be,

Now I don’t know about any of this, but what is true, I shall tell thee:

The man mentioned before, is none other than I, myself, and me.