Untiltled

Pleading with time again, Wishing to see clearly through these tears and not with such strain. Our mothers purposefully omitted the snakes and thorns from the grass in their stories Those situations not clean cut and from person to person varies Dependant only and exclusively on the amount of integrity each person carries. This meek attempt at rhyming and writing is to document the significance of this time If this wasn’t my way, my salvation I would turn my artistry to that of a mime. Let the tears fall down my cheeks very slow, burning holes on my cheeks and sides of my face If tears were sustenance, you would witness me wither away, perish with no trace. This scrapes the very depth of me. Everything on this earth is overrated, with 1 exception, 1 truest and most genuine and awaited The one that forgets and forgives past tenses, even yesterdays past seems so dated From the 1st time, 2nd time and the years that the universe keeps us mated This battle tank I am aboard, will go down with me in it, I will not tire or become jaded. Remain the captain of this ship, there were promises made, proclamations well and proudly stated Lost, ripped, broken and a little bit tainted, in your arms I remain and in your heart as a cooperative soul gated. This love here will remain the source, gift & curse. These tears its price. And I sure hope these attempts salvage me, in this lack of education, to better attack this current situation. Maybe until then I could try to find the perfect mime to portray this devastation.

Gino Obuseng