Tag: eric

by ERIC

Concoctions
Of mixed corruptions
Conducted by a coven
But the world still trust them
Until hearts combustion
Words are a palladium
And lies are the safeguards destruction
This fallacy aren’t assumptions
But valid notions that are abundant
Little white lies turn into
Criminal presumptions
Television abides by theses
Subliminal mental abductions
What isn’t plain to see
People are open books that aren’t published but written on walls in caves to read
But media’s changing perspective
Changes expression
Hard to question
The lesser beings are lessened
The media defines unattainable beauty
That is etched in the minds of adolescence
Heartfelt charity infomercial helps count blessings

by ERIC

Felicity is simplicity
Indecency desolates
Tranquility
Happiness is seen habitually
Dissolving the hiatus of cheerful faces
In a glistening oasis
A drenched remedy
Although society begs to differ
Exiling the people who drown there sorrow in liquor
Questions purge out of bottle
Answered behind the wheel
This equation hushes the minds inside the penitentiary system-
Everything is quiet as the guards
Try to depict
This gibberish is sent to be spoken in prison
Behind bars where words echo supersonic
The wounds are chronic
The surges of pain blended with untranslatable words leave the drunken macaronic
While adolescence lacks parental guidance and bondage
Sooner or later these tweens
Spend currency illegally
To drown out problems
That arose from the father’s intoxicated violence
A road to disaster and the plane takes off on the blacktop and the child is the pilot
The airplane pivots
And spirals into bottle of jack
The father that
Acts ends up staring at concrete
Unable to envision his kin’s collapse

by ERIC

Sleeping in tears
My pillows soaked
With regret
Farewells seem unfair
Goodbyes provide bad hellos
Detrimental to imaginative conquest
Leaving my thoughts
In cruel reality
Surrounded by the tragedies
Kept captive in actuality
Where no one moves in optimism
Conforming towards society’s gloom
When practicality
The world seems to miraculously
Bloom roses from the nooks and crannies of concrete
The scarlet of the rose collides with the grayness of existence
Spreading the colors like wild fire
While minds are bleak
This miracle of colors remain unseen

by ERIC

Rudimentary thought of being sensual
Your eyes cease my ability to breathe
A pulmonary sensitive suffocation

A thought taking me back
To first principle

Your essence equals sunshine
An uproar of praise to your parents
For blessing
This lone soul with someone
So sublime
Light my path with your gleaming eyes
A sparkling smile
And hands like pillows
So soft
They clash and entwine
With palms as rough and cold as mine
To lead to the edge of time
Then turn backwards toward forever
My beloved love of mine causing me to do better by
Mending a broken heart
With broken promises
That become actuality
Practicality clenching the hope of catching the pursuit of happiness
My heart isolated from the public
We sit on the pinnacles of the towers
So far above the gist
Keeping my heart in your thoughts
Unlike the others
That clutch my heart in fists
Keep it safe from the pessimists

by ERIC

My thoughts flourish
Blooming of roses
That prick the fingers
Of the least important
The people that show concern
Don’t get pricked by the thorns
You played with the intensity in my heart
And I was scorned
Choosing to abstain from romance
Until I return
The mellifluous melody of your voice kept me in contempt
Love’s pure sting
Showed the true difference
My thoughts apprehended
Taken captive
Catching my hands to burn
Stripping my independence
The drug in me is you
And I am dependent
Your love is my addiction
Our separation is my withdrawal
The razor cuts to me are like
A heroin needle being imprinted
Heroine mission
Grasps my attention
Take me away from tendencies
That lead me to the ledge of buildings
Your aroma is my stimulant
Your picture remains in my mind
Like lockets
But I try to discard the pendant
I am sent to rehab for love
But remain lackadaisical of your remembrance
I strain to gain the voice to utter good riddance
Some say that I need that
But to me if we were face to face, it would be a relapse