Wednesday, April 7, 2010

withered

let me contrive and start to compare
your heart to a flower with no time to spare
water and feed it, to live and to grow
like love and attention in which i bestow
some of your petals have dried up and fallen
still honey bees swarm 'round to search for some pollen
i'm sure you'll deny it in adamant style
concealing the wither, disguised in a smile
my urge is to help out and nurture your flower
but your heart considers this loss of all power
and i know that someday you'll wish something started
sad but its true that i will have departed
i'm giving up hope because i have grown tired
of offering nurture that your rose required
By C. Meneses


Appreciation and gratitude


are hard to keep short


It might take a lifetime


to give thanks for support


The angels in my world that


that keep me alive


Consistently come though


Not just nine to five


As I am arriving


to darkness in space


I will rest assured


I am put in my place


Quickly but carefully


They'll make sure I'm grounded


And hold up that mirror


When I am confounded.


Its fun and its easy


to fly up like a kite


But make sure your string


Is held onto with might.

the rhythm of my soul can vary,

depends upon the note you carry,

come to me with inspiration,

and i'll provide my compensation,

i'll show you all my bags of tricks,

and keep you all up in the mix,

don't question authenticity,

just serious mutiplicity,

what you'll question in my eyes,

i, myself can not surmise,

just ride it like a wave and see,

my spirit when its feeling free,

there's never any ill pretense,

nor mechanisms of defense,

just a masquerade i play,

when life is fading into gray,

all my pain I will assuage,

by dreaming up a little stage,

and when i'm in my finest hour,

my spirit blooms just like a flower,

My rhymes are here to celebrate,

and rid my head of harsh debate.

Sincerity
the feelings inside me that drive me insane
are never quite easy to try to explain
i want to be honest and say things i feel
but vulnerability is such an ordeal
i want to prove strength, reveal skin that's thick
but if you believe that, it's really a trick

its easy for me to portray the tough stances
but as a result, I have lost all my chances
cuz inside i'm longing to tell you the truth

i'll bottle it up and youll never find proof
Explaining the thoughts that are kept deep inside
will just cause the reflex to go run and hide
and how youll respond is the most fearsome part
especially when i have offered my heart
see its happened in stages throughout my whole life
it seems i've been cut by the same jagged knife
So this is the reason you'll never quite know
that each day i see you, inside me you'll grow
Time will just pass and i still wont express
but take note of how much i'll try to impress
its like this with life, i prepare with my armor
dont worry for me, i can still be a charmer
my pride i'll hold onto with all of my might
with so much conviction, im not saying its right
i hope you can grasp what i'm trying to say
so here i will end cuz i dont have all day.