Crosses in your eyes~~~~

The reflections in your eyes scare me
Yes, they do tend to say to me
Of how fed up you are of all of my actions
As if blinded and deaf I still am towards your revelations

Of course, I do know that I still do make blunders
Why, I am not made of superpowers
I am but a frail being
One whose days without you feel not like they are days being lived!

Yes, for I do ask myself if there do be a life without you
Is there even my being without you
Is there even a tiny beat of my heart without you
Why, you are the guiding force guiding me in all that I do!

Protecting me from the pulls of demons
Saving me from causing to myself, senseless demolitions
Pampering me to more than I did expect
Loving me, loving me as I am, even in my flawed aspect

Yet, as I do look at you, I do see crosses in your eyes
Such does make me let out painful cries
Why, I meant not to harm you, I meant not to ruin you
Rather, I just meant to act like the rest, hoping still, by doing so, to love you!

But hey, muse of mystery, muse of poetry
You remain my lover, you remain my desire
Muse of my moods
Pray, once more, I do ask you to forgive my human broods

See you, separated we are, between us there do be the blue skies
Why, each day I do wonder whether we shall someday tie the knots
A most difficult task it is, our different kinds be at faults
Yes, I do be human, while you do be mystery!

Pray, muse, in your eyes, I wish not to see those crosses
Should there be so, I would see myself as one so gross
Pray muse, do love me still
I shall try not to let myself be pulled by the kind of this world!

Joy without any meaning~~~~

All of creation does seem to laugh with me
See the stars, see how they do shine so bright
See the moon, see how its glare seem to say, wait, it's still early
See the night sky, see how it breathes towards me, secrets I wish to keep in my heart!

Yes, all of creation, from nature to the whole of the universe
Seems to say to me, why, with life have you been blessed
Why do you not make the most of it
Why do you not see it as being for you, the Lord's treat!

Even the angels, the fairies and the mythical creatures
They all do seem to feel the same pleasure I do feel in the air
Why, for my plight, they all do seem to care
It is as if, they do seem to send towards my scars, warm and gracious cures

Why, I do ask myself while glancing up towards the sky
Why is it that in spite of this joy, I do feel like I wish to cry
Is the cause of it the fear of seeing my expectation all broken
Or is it because I see life as being nothing but mistaken

Of course, why would life have any  meaning if it does come its end
Why do bodies change over time, why do they get buried in their own land
Why is it that life does not last, that love even does not last
That only memories be there to remind us of things past

Come, said to me the stars from up their twinkling altars
Life is meant to be lived as it is
Please, please do take it all with some ease
Pray, do live, love and do laugh

Pray do, for life has always been as it is
Now, we shall laugh, we shall laugh with you indeed
Even if you believe that lost you are on the path that you do lead
Mind you, we shall be there to remind you that everything is to be taken as it is!

While all of creation does laugh with lightness
Why, I do realize I need to thank the Heavens for all that I have been blessed
Yes, I shall laugh with them all
For even if everything shall end, eternal shall always be my soul!

Pretense

I reveal to the world, a side of me
A side known to be sweet, polite and funny
While I hide to the world, another side of me
The side engaged always in ceaseless fights with shadows

Why, a part of me does be filled with past blows
Blows that did scar my soul, my heart, my whole life
Blows that do still follow me like eternal shadows
Blows that still do remind me of how painful were the pricks of cruelty's knife

Shadows they are, made of mine own
Shadows that are still to others' opinions, so prone
Why, even if I do wish to, I shall not be able to let them go
For, shadows they are, that do remind me of how my youth was ruled by my own ego

At times, of these I do sit and write
At times, I do believe I deserved them right
At other times, I wish that my life was not made of these
Why, I do believe that they are my disgrace, for taking life to be made of too much ease

Why, should I reveal to the world my shadows
The world shall itself turn all morose
Pray, better it be that I do forget about them and hide them well
Shadows are after all, things of darkness, things that shall eventually go to hell!