I lie alone wishing for more,
I lie bulging needing to break forth.
I lie each night dreaming my dreams,
I lie each night unravelling my seams.
I lie looking at my pretty girl,
I lie wanting to be in her world.
I lie inside looking for clear blue sky,
I lie asking the world why? why?
The pursuit of happiness,
A declaration, or simply a film.
A goal in life,
To pursue it when it’s already there,
Are we truly aware?
What is happiness?
A full belly, a full plate.
Does it escape?
Or do we banish it upon a whim?
Is it found in righteousness or the darkest sin?
I wish I knew, confusion sometimes blinds.
Am I at peace with happiness, is it a friend of mine?
I see it, I feel it, I love it.
I’ve found it in fits and starts.
I think I’ve decided.
Happiness is in mine, it’s in all of our hearts.
Never judge a book by its cover,
The sleeve gives nothing away.
No-one would ever guess,
The pervery in our day to day.
As we sipped tea in the garden together,
You asked me “Daddy do others perceive?”
“Would they have an inkling?”
“Of what is you and me.”
And as we pondered your question,
A thought came to my mind.
If they could indeed tell about us,
They might be shocked?
Or perhaps aroused by what they find.
So, never judge a book by its cover,
As the sleeve gives nothing away.
And I hope the others in the world’s gardens,
Have as much fun as us in their own perverted play.
via Daily Prompt: Sleeve
Silence isn’t golden,
Sometimes it’s shit.
Silently it hits.
Being silent used as a weapon,
Knowing it can hurt.
Or accidently scathing,
Being an insensitive jerk!
So hear now you quiet ones,
Think before you don’t speak.
Sometimes you being silent.
Can hurt someone when they’re feeling weak.
via Daily Prompt: Silent
The genius stands, chalk in hand.
Scribbling equations, going mad.
Surely it’s there, before him in trigonometry.
The meaning of life, of you and me.
Surely it’s there, he just needs to see.
But it isn’t, that’s the epiphany!
Some things just happen, no reason nor rhyme.
Some things just happen, all of the time.
You can’t fathom numbers of love.
You can’t break down past one and one, us.
You’ll never predict, six sigma can’t tell.
Why some find heaven, and others find hell.
That’s the genius, so open your eyes.
Realise your dreams and enjoy the ride.
via Daily Prompt: Genius
It is irrelevant what they say.
It won’t change my heart in any way.
They don’t know what makes me tick.
What’s in my heart, what I think.
For I will be, who I’ll be.
For you yes, but also me.
via Daily Prompt: Irrelevant
Isn’t it peculiar
That we feel the way we do
Certainly a peculiarity
That fortune favoured us two
Isn’t it odd
That our souls finally met
If one were to bet
I wonder what odds we’d get
But one thing that isn’t strange
Is how I feel about you
There’s not a shred of mystery
About what you surely do
You make me feel
As loved as I love you
And that might be peculiar
Or not… my mind will have to see
So while I ponder my beauty
The strangeness of our luck
Fear not the outcome
Cos with me you’re stuck
via Daily Prompt: Peculiar