Black, Red & Blue

I turn black
I am classy, I am evil
I am cheeky and I play devil
I absorb, I suck the madness
and achieve the unprecedented shallowness

I conjure up my prejudices
Athena, the witch of Portobello
I have in me the many bitches
can see the shape of a new halo

But soon it turns red
the many facets of this bold colour
so many stories untold, things unsaid
Life in all its awe couldn't be fuller

And then I go royal
Blue is what it becomes last
All I can say is that it is far from loyal
whatever happens will become a thing of past

Black, red and blue
night turns to a midnight hue
in one way or another
I get what is my due
I can't figure, I haven't a clue
Is this the destiny
or is it a rendition
of a weird cacophony
Happiness is but the only condition.

IMMATURE

I love me
or do I love thee
it is difficult to tell
but surely a feeling to compel
I wish I could be born again
to love, to live and to be left in disdain
How i arrived at this juncture
I am myself in awe
Am I made this way or am I just meekly immature

I ask my God
the one I bow to
how He led me to this failure
of my own principles, of my conjecture
At the crossroads I now stand
and I am reminded of the real me
I need persuasion, I need reassurance
the need to be held and caressed
I feel most undressed....

Unworthy Debacle

Sun sets on the horizon
and lends a new start
to my life otherwise in oblivion
and to the limits it thwarts
My eyes open wide
to the treachery inside
and I know I was to show
my heart by lashing it in a blow

The horizon glares once again
and eases my mighty pain
I now acclaim
the wonder, the spectacle
of the unworthy debacle.