Wonderful Housewife

If this is real,

I want to savor this moment,

Lay with this woman,

But this hate is what's growing,

And my roots were cut short,

This grass wasn't greener on the other side,

Somebody please shed light of some sort,

And I promise,

If she gives me this bliss

I'll never dismiss the long kiss

From which her gorgeous lips sip...

The stream of innocence flowing in my hand,

Dampening the dry guilt found in the palm of my hand,

Calming the man protected by his deity,

But where art thou fair lady?

For she sings the silent lullaby

Heard all around the world's faint cry,

But still inside

Is an I,

Is the sky,

What it should be?

Darker than my worse days,

And closer to my God than my church days...

And there she goes,

There she goes,

Swimming through the seas and land

As the speckles of sand heckles her toes,

In turn,

She stops abruptly to cease the burn,

Call me an unlawful intern,

Because this is where weakness meets the firm,

Now greet the term - Life,

She's the woman who's left my home,

Formerly known as my wonderful housewife.

Elude The Illusion

My consciousness expanding with time,

Thoughts shoot up just to land between every line,

Patiently waiting for mine,

Coined is the term heard at the drop of a dime,

Watch a star glisten in lime,

Green ideas bring my currency ahead of time,

Never mind,

But ponder what you see when the planets align,

Damned if I'm lying,

There it is shining,

The message of life sketched in Arabic writing,

Should this star dim its lighting?

I think not,

But believe in plot,

The body of the story of my life,

Quite short but filled with much strife,

And splash,

Goes the flood of the clash,

War of the gods,

Tale of the odds,

Myths leave the brain shook,

In effect my head nods,

Leaning forward too much,

Left in the dust,

Broken hearts and such,

But luckily my spades were clutch,

Now is that love?

Who knows,

Walk where the light shows,

My mind glows,

It deserves its own special light show,

But enter the trance,

Hypnotic conditions concocting

A colorful kaleidoscope poking out of my pants,

Am I hallucinating?

Well she didn't waste time waiting,

Mental stress excruciating,

Shading my reality with dreams worth creating,

Yet still I ask,

Why fool me?

These sick, sad little questions,

Always find a way to elude me.