strung

STRUNG
spun we spin in the spindle,
the undying thread of life.
Cut my tape accursed moirae trio,
snip it annointed dieties ,the Aisa,
this life an unending precipice,
that plunges to depths unknown,
that challenges the young man to
delve,
and conjure thoughts of death!
A life that starts with a
misconception,
a false hope of love to be.
The red string of destiny,
that fixes my gaze far east,
to legends of love gods,
and a boy who hurts his future
bride.
Whose wisdom leads to the alter,
on the aisle they tie the knot.
And promise to change human
nature.
Oh! The nightmares bedevils me.
When webs are spun to ensnare,
friendships are antagonistically
annuled
i hear human echos richochet,
to the diadem of the lord.
He generously gave the life,
no strings attached,
now myth and legend,
inform the hesitant step,
an gods and dieties,
dethrone the living God,
from the pedestal of our heart.
Then logic has becomes
entangled!
Who desire to thrive?
In this vicious world,
but those who havent seen the
sun,
and are chained to caves to count
shadows,
for the world but a passing cloud,
that gives birth to infinity,
thats why if my day sets,
ill walk with a simpletons smile,
to the bosom of eternity,
and dare the moira trio,
to behold my God in his majesty,
as he conquers life of strings,
that rendered me awestrung.

come with love

COME WITH LOVE
if i am lonely and need a friend,
if my life is at its end,
if i live with a fiend,
i pray do not come.
Not with your pity,
i loath the empty words,
do not visit for the show,
if not with love,
please! Do not come.
And when i am sick in the bed,
a bouquet of flowers do not
send,
do not come with food,
i am not hungry you fool,
be on your way,go drool.
Ill get better on my own,
society has placed duties to
uphold,
i will not appease your sense of
good,
i am sick and not in the mood,
if to my side you are'nt compelled
by love,
please! Do not come.
And if i die do not come,
do not crowd my house,
eat my food:and feed your own,
you who in my lifetime never
stayed,
go! I dont need money,
does the dead buy drinks?
My bereaved are okay i believe,
wait till you die and attend your
funeral!
Do not come and grieve.
If you do not come with love.
Is love so elusive?
That you all come without its
splendor.
The wife came to inherit my
house,
and those friends to trap this
mouse,
the pastor preach for the purse,
the leader for the hefty pay,
so i pray to my lord,
to show me those that are of
love,
that i may embrace only those,
that come to me with love.