To Look Upon A LoverI am mortal and therefore weakThough I grow weaker still upon seeing youYou, a vision to behold indeedI dare not but hardly breathe your nameAnd as it tumbles forth across my lips, caresseslike fingertips, like mercy, like soft heaven.You, whom I have adorned with many endearing titles,It is naught but for adoration that makes the least of which "god".And I, who am I if not your servant?For oh! How you pleasure and torture me alike!In your wickedness I find solace, your injustice I truly crave.Certainly it is unfair for me to love you so vibrantly;To you I am the definition of insignificance, a lapdog of a plaything,So easily discarded and from thus, called in return to your side as you please.Yet I, knowing all of this and more, I return;Loyal servant, faithful lapdog, enduring plaything.I am mortal and therefore weak.
Interchangeable Piece of EquipmentWe are more than what we pretend we have to be;Parts in a machine clunk, clunk, clunking untilWe stop, fall apart, decay and others replace usTo keep the world spinning, shops open, businessAs usual.Every day has to be your day off, vacation week,Downtime, your time. Machines may run efficiently,smoothly, get up, go to work, come home, repeat, butThey are not artists, true to their crafts, dedicated toTheir creations, and cannot give in to the inspirationOf their muses.Life is for passionate beings, creating, loving, living,Learning and growing and whimsical moments. Live life orDon't, but remember that at best, machines are efficient,Not creative.
BeforeYou wept into my dashboard and told meAll your fears of livingAnd how the mountains towered over youAnd made you feel so small.So I drove you to the sea-side, where you sawAn emerald-blue forever that you cowered from,Demanding less of an eternity, and soWe visited rivers that wound too tightly,Fields emptier than you had imagined, andForests darker than you could bear.Caverns were too deep, deserts all too dry,And all of life wasn't good enough forsomeone like you.