i have a secret

I wish you could just understand my situation
As complex as it is, it just calls upon more complications
This is not how I want us to be,
Not how I want you to be, not how I want things to be
When I get silent at times its not that I don’t want to speak
When I tell u lies it’s not because I want to lie to you
It’s because I know you can’t handle the truth
I understand your anger because I too get angry at myself, time and time again
It’s not as simple as it may seem to be because it’s all pain and pain
I get afraid to cry when I am with you, I’m afraid you won’t understand why I cry
And I know you won’t even cry the same level with me
Because I have a secret, one I cannot tell
Rejection is what I fear the most, I too am a human.

Tribute

Her touch was soft and gentle, like the slow rivers winding through elaborate escarpments
Her kiss was warm and tender, like the first golden rays of the sun hitting on your face
Her words were kind and lesson like, like a teacher does to her classroom of enquiring minds
Her smell was pure, as pure and refreshing as the first summer breeze
The perfect embodiment of a soul encapsulated in a form we call Mother

the day before the day

There was calm in the still of the night
Neither a sound nor bat in flight
A frail withered man lay calmly on a bed
Just a sheet covered the man revealing only his head
A head of ash grey hair
Yet the face was fresh and fair
The man mustered a smile, hiding his pain
Pain which we could not bear
A comforting touch from the man’s wife
Gave him a momentary burst of life
For it was this woman that he’d come to love so dearly
Around the bed, three young men sat, his sons clearly
Silence filled the room like water in a glass
We all knew that the time had come to pass
For it was the day before the day
That the man went on his way

Life is in simple things

Have you ever heard the pitter patter of feet
Of children playing in the street

Heard the rumbling of thunder in the night
Enough to give you a fright

Stopped to smell the roses in the garden
With guilt, almost asking them for a pardon

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings

Have you ever caught raindrops on your tongue
When spring has sprung

Did you ever watch the sunrise
When birds in flight arise

Have you ever felt blades of grass under your feet
It’s pretty neat

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings

Have you ever smelt rain after a hot day
Although you’d wish for the sun to stay

Touched a caterpillar on a leaf
A butterfly is what he will become, what a relief

Have you ever walked along the beach
With waves as angry and almost with a lesson to teach

Life is in simple things
With all the joy it brings
Live it

My Love

My love, a withered rose
As so the story goes

Thorns as sharp as knives, my pain
With oh but nothing to gain

Petals like velvet, the joys we shared
Now nothing but colourless and uncared

Something that was once beautiful, fragrant and velvet like
Now anything but red and now dead, my heart alike

Oh love where have you gone
Can’t you see I’m torn

Autumn

High but not so strong was the morning sun
A later rise and earlier set, has all of nature adjusting their clocks
Dew glistens on the knife like blades of grass
Birds chirp to the beat of the concrete jungle, oblivious to the depravity of space
A sigh of relief breathed from the overture of heat
Trees begin to shed their green garments opting for a rather rusty look with hues of browns, yellows and reds
A crisp Autumnal breeze hits my face
The smell of a new beginning, the smell of Autumn

Empty Love

Up, tight and close you held me against your body
In my ear, your soft charming voice moved gently and slowly against my cheek
Pulling me closer and closer it was you who told me that I was.
I was the one that gave your heart an irregular beat,
I was the one, who made your feet stumble,
I was the one who made you mumble.
You said that without me your worlds would crumble.

As your silky hands moved up and down my back they gave me a sense of protection.
Your masculine cologne promised me dedication and an invitation into your soul.
Your clear hazel eyes saw the fear in me and declared to clear it all away.

Yes it was I who pulled in closer to you.
Yes it was I, who gave you an irregular heartbeat,
Yes it was I, who made your feet stumble,
Yes it was I who made you mumble.
But it was not I who took control of your mind, body, soul and words.

All your words, actions and thoughts was taken over by the liquid you held in your green bottle. In the beginning it was full to the top, but  slowly as the night went by  there was less and less and less.
This liquid transferred from the green bottle and into your system promised me empty love.
  

To whom it may concern

From: Elkan P

When your tears come rushing down your face faster than your fears it`s time to realize you ought to change your pace

Few will enventually understand,
Yes, where you stand is nothing less than quick-sand…

As time triumphs though tending to tip over temporaly tenderly touching your tormented tangible truth terrorizes a single thought

Brought forth by tricks thrown reckless`,
you better fight, fight, fight, fight…go on punch, pinch, bite, dont curse, but dont stand…

Let it not convince you,
Let it rinse you,

P.S Remember there is only one person who will wipe your tears and chase away your fears.

Sincerely yours Elkan Paruque