Breakings

The breakings of the human soul are drowned in others deeds
These breakings convolute us and detract us from our needs
The artist will always be the victim in his own mind
Even if the façade shows this being as humble and as kind

Oh there are so many roads all waiting to be traversed
So many roads to be picked at our much valued discretion
Yet we are spoilt for choice and even portray ourselves cursed
But remain doubtful and clueless as to our own transgression

The child will see a field but
A field is not within his sight
His world will form his images
Be them of beauty or of plight

Nature’s bounty doth abound
It gives few, epiphanic or aesthetic pause
The vision of others in power shall hold
Destruction in justificatory cause

Screaming are those bodies that matter simply aught
The collective conscience can be assuaged
By bleeding our hearts then turning our backs
Both accomplished within a single thought

There is much we can do and much we cannot
We have these damned lives we must lead
There is just one entity which cannot be forgot
Thy self, our embraced 21st century creed.

evil

The stories of the useless are useless are best kept untold
The bad drug that you are is best kept unsold.
You don't get people high, you leave them despairingly low
You perceive yourself as good but the truth, we all fucking know

You see beauty, I see an ugly soul
I feel hate while you feel around for a hole

I talked but she walked

I grew up today a little bit
But my heart took a massive hit
I had to realize that you weren't perfect

I get out of bed every day
I try to find the right words to say
But the words that come from my heart
Just seem to make you sad

So I heard you got another guy
Now you think, I'm not worth a try
Baby you said you love me but it doesn't show
Baby you said you love but now I just don't know

I told you that I wouldn't stray
But you just left me anyway
Did the distance just not feel far for me?

I talked to some friends of ours
And now you treat me like I'm from I'm Mars
I thought that I was the guy
Much opposite of shy
Yet I make you cry
And we both wonder (Why, Why, Why)

(here is where an awesome guitar solo would come in)

Now I can't take this anymore
My heart's broken and my mind is sore
This whole love is just a bore
What hurt me most is
you threw away all our "before"


(if you could make this into an indie song with one guitar and a few backup singers for some ending words in the lines then please send me a copy of the recording)

Chase

Dreams of unrequited love
Saunter through my soul
Innocence lost and never returning
Haunt me like my past sins
Living is painful
Existence is far more so
In seeking contentment;
Reality has dawned
That when you stop seeking contentment
It comes to you because
The thrill of the chase is gone
I did not seek
For I never acquire
That which I chase
For so very long.
However I am weary
And pursuit causes pain
Nevertheless, though it scars me so
I vow to chase again.

Into Africa

Whispers lie in the dry grass below
The ants are busy, working, communicating.
The sky is alive
An eagle overheard overhead
Shrieking to the sky
The gazelle runs
Beautifully, gracefully
Though it has beauty and horns
It fears even a single ugly hyena.

Wanderlust lingers in the air
Slow and unsettling
Burning away the reason
Yet renewed with each bold step of yearning

The mountains look upon themselves
So little white and so much darkness
Its being serves a higher purpose.
The creatures around live in ignorant bliss
They try their best to co-exist.

Endless plains stretch themselves
Open and waiting
Comforting and welcoming
Remaining a surface never reaching for higher life

The clouds roll themselves in
And unfurl with every move
Shapeless and wondering
About life and what it must be
To live inside a constant

The lion roars
Asserting its authority
Addressing its pride,
Renewing its vigor
Its ferocity now stated.

The sun burns with unending mercy
It cannot leave soon enough
However its light when vanished
Does not bring peace
Rather it brings danger
Of a different kind.

Awaken to walls
Bricks, cement and comfort
Enclosure, sheets and stability.
Staring at the emptiness of a small room
Made smaller by dreams
Of the great magical Sahara.

Find the ends

He said that he was like a rock
Like a rock he was, he said.
Stiller than a ship in dry dock,
In dry dock, he said.

And stiller still is my beating heart
Will thy beating never re-occur?
Am I forced into a desolate search,
A desolate search for her?

I ponder my friends I ponder
And I tell you, very well
But I wonder my friends, I wonder
Am I living in her hell?

If caged am I, I am, she says,
Now and forever more
Unless peace and apology, you make.
More from your life, I shall take.
The heart that is still, I shall break.
For me, there is naught much at stake.

I puzzled over the plights and sorrows
Of the possibilities
Of occurrences
Of tomorrow
But canst one give solution, solution for the sorrow.

The heart that does not beat, she might break.
The love that is being pursued
Is now at stake.
And all he would have to do; is apology make

But how can he. how can he , this apology make,
For the heart that does not beat is surely at stake.
The heart that does not beat shall never, never give him strength
So how can he, apology make? Acceptable without deft and length?

A dilemma has occurred, we are stuck at crossroads
For these are the questions that add to life's heavy loads
I implore you, you who are my friends
Give solution to such problems.
I have given the starts,
Please hand me the ends.

A new years poem

A resolution is made to be a better person
To strive and try to do anything but worsen
The condition we leave behind in the year that has past
But this resolution, how long will it last?
We say we will and should change for the better.
To imply that we get better with age.
But our own will and body does not follow our words
In a world where we are all actors upon a stage.
And I/we dismiss my/our resolution(s) within a week.
Saying, "I said it in the moment I was drunk.
But should we think about actually changing for the good
Now that is something that should be thought of
And not necessarily thunk.

- Richard Fernandes