Something's Off...

Another midnight shift begins:
Grinding teeth becoming sand,
Wishing for yet one more chance,
Possessed by memory forged from lies,
Half a man in his darkest night.

Coming back and going there
He knows his love was never shared
He can't break chains that lock his mind
Suffering's prisoner, he's held inside,
Tortured by her lying eyes,
Few whispered words that make him cry;
Knowing now they all were lies.

Something's off when everything's right...
The brightest day may have the darkest night
Refusing surrender to the enveloping pain
He's not insane to wish for change

A Herculean Task

and now for my attempt at middle english....

[It is] A Herculean task to hold creed whilst
Gilded honey flows forth from lying lips
Dulcet, sensual morsel; savour thy forbidden fruit
Pricketh not with ivory thy ill-fated apple of knowledge,
Heed this counsel, be it indulgence thy path:
Ne'er hath one dwelled a return voyage from the truth.

After a night in the park.

I'm just going to start this and see where it goes.


I never imagined the scene of my own eulogy.

I lay on a step of the cold concrete rise
Absorbing the words that were warming inside
Gazing at the rainbow moon, I began to cry
Hiding the tears of joy, repressing a sigh
Lying on my back in full view of night skies
The happiest times are when you're by my side.

Each night or morning when you pull up my street
I hesitate to get out of the car to my feet
While I walk to my door, I've one thing on my mind
Wondering, wondering, is now the right time?
To run back to her car, hop in, and drive off
Wondering whether to fall in love is a crime...