Synergy

Almost fell for you at first sight.
In my life, it wasn’t the right time,
But something about it felt right.
I was magnetized by your energy.
Began the very moment you smiled at me.

It was something about you. You were so different.
It was nothing short of refreshing.
Couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
You invaded my desert and became my oasis,
Quenching my thirst for something sustaining.

My energy is renewed.
I study you like I’m in school,
Wanting to know all there is to know,
Wanting to push the right buttons…
Have a touch that is golden.

I learn you. You learn me.
We can talk for hours, maybe share secrets.
Or not talk at all…just feeling the magnetic pull from you to me.
Doing it with ease. There’s no pressure.
Engaging in each other’s worlds is the only pleasure.

Know you’ve been hurt by your past.
Believe me. It stops here. It no longer lasts.
Leave them where they are. I’ll replenish you.
Treat you right. Cherish you.
Appreciate you. Value you.

We’ve both been waiting for a moment like this.
Let’s reach out, embrace it, and mold it.
If you’re the instrument and I’m the musician, then why can’t we create music?
If you’re the script and I’m the actor, then why can’t we make theater?
If you’re the pen and I’m the writer, then why can’t we write a story?

Just open your eyes and see
That you can have all it’s meant to be.
Grab my hand. Trust me.
I’ll lean on you. You lean on me.
Doing it the way we should, forging our own synergy.

Mirage II

She doesn’t come to hear me speak.
It’s not done purposefully.
She’s tired from work. It keeps her busy.

She wasn’t there when my parent’s passed.
I understand she’s not a ‘funeral person’ and can’t stand them.

I know she was at his house.
They’re business partners.
It’s been that way through the years. That’s what that was all about.

I’m in love with her.
She’s in love with me.
We’re just in a valley right now and will soon be back on top again.

Who am I kidding?
We’re going through the motions.
Amnesic to the last time when there were some real emotions.
Standing stagnant in a terminal condition,
The ‘love’ has turned into a complication.
Expressing feelings have become nothing more than obligation.
Can’t remember the last time I picked up the phone
To call and say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’.
Currently, we’re in separate bedrooms.

So quiet in this house, you can hear a pin drop.
Wish I knew what to do. I’m so lost.
Said ‘I do’ and thousands it cost
Me; and now it’s nothing more than a loss
Because ‘we’ are no longer a factor.
Hate to be in her presence. I spite her.

What happened? I heard no sirens.
Checked the radar…received no warning
Of the hurricane coming through
That would drain and take me through
Pain every time I look at these papers.
Have looked at them countless times, and it doesn’t get any better.
Turned a blind eye to the signs & now I’m paying for it later.
Tell my family that everything is fine.
They don’t know that the child is really not mine.
Tired of lying to myself,
Acting like nothing has happened.
She doesn’t know that I know; thinks she’s executed deceit in great fashion.
Don’t want to face my broken heart.
My embedded anguish…on her, I take it out.
In too deep,
I’m too weak.
Don’t want to deal with my soul that’s dark.
So I continue to live in a mirage.

Mirage

These bruises on my face didn’t come from him hating me.
He’s under a lot of pressure, and he’s frustrated.

He’s not thinking when he calls me a b*tch.
He doesn’t mean it when he calls me an embarrassment and stupid.

I know he was at her house.
He was taking care of some business.
Yeah, I’m sure that’s what that was all about.

He loves me.
I love him.
We’re just going through some things.

Who am I kidding?
We’re just going through the motions.
Amnesic to the last time when there were some real emotions.
Standing stagnant in a terminal condition,
The ‘love’ is nothing but an exhibition.
Exchanging feelings have become pure protocol.
We no longer pick-up the phone to call.
In separate bedrooms…he’s now down the hall.

So quiet at home, you can hear a pin drop.
Don’t know what to do. I’m so lost.
Said ‘I do’ and was willing to pay the costs.
Now I’ve been thrown away, been tossed
In a corner because I’m no longer a factor.
Self-respect…I’m trying to capture.

What happened? I heard no sirens.
Checked the radar…received no warning
Of the hurricane coming through
That would drain my soul and take me through.
Pain from looking at these wedding pictures.
Didn’t bother to see the signs & rushed into it.
Tell my family that everything is fine.
I’m fed up with all the lies.
Tired of lying to myself,
Trying to make something when nothing is there.
Don’t want to face my broken heart.
So I continue to live in a mirage.

The Cycle Continues

Heroin….mom and dad shooting up.
Every hour of the day, it seems they’re f*cked up,
Riding the waves of their high.
Many days, they have no lights.
Can’t sleep because of gunshots or noise from street fights.
Unknowing, the teacher wonders why he underachieves.
Can’t understand why he doesn’t have hope and can’t believe.
Whatever is his talent, he keeps it in.
Truth be told, he thinks he won’t make it too far pass his age of 15.
School is the only get-a-away.
For those few hours, he can cast his fears away.

Parents tell him he’ll be like them…
Say he’ll never be sh!t.
They snip his wings,
Killing the seed of his hopes and dreams.
Being a doctor, was once an aspiration.
Now he’s on the street corner, forehead with beads of perspiration,
Hoping the cops won’t see him,
Wishing no one tries to murder him.
One pocket full of weed,
The other with some crack rock.
He thinks to himself, “Gotta get it how I can.”

WHEN WILL THE CYCLE END?