One of You

How I detest this unreasonable superficiality.
How I detest this terrible mockery,
 in the name of fashion and trends.
Oh how I detest everything,
 that's so nice and beautiful,
Yet so pretentious and untrue.
Oh how I detest everything,
 that's plain and dull,
like that ornate social rendezvous.

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I stand here,
on the bandwagon of morality and truth
And I consider myself a hypocrite.
I want to be that busy man wearing suits.
 That funny guy on stage,
 cracking jokes about his brand new red boots.
I want to be free, from my anxiety,
just to talk to that girl near the bar counter,
Damn, she is so pretty.
I want to sing, a beautiful melody,
I want people to lose themselves away,
to the rhythms and tunes on my guitar.
Oh, I want all of that,
I want to be the Tzar,
Twinkling afar,
like the brightest glowing star.

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But here I am,
with just my pen and my words,
In this rather indifferent world,
which only prefers the beauty over the beast.
The Satan over the priest.
I try and I try,
I fly and I fly.
I rise up so high,
 Like Icarus, I drown after my flight,
 in the darkest of nights,
devoid of all lights.

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How I scream silently through my words,
the anguish & uneasiness flows away,
verse after verse, phrase after phrase.
For I detest you all,
 your plastic fruits and your scentless flowers.
I detest you all,
you miserable actors and players.
Oh, how I detest you all,
because I ain't one of you.
I tried my best but
I can't be one of you.
I can never be one of you...

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The Woman In Blue

She's dressed in velvet blue,

like the bright morning sky

And when she smiles,

the parts of my broken heart,

 tingle within, like fluttering butterflies.

She's like the origami art,

I'm like the tiny bottle of glue

And yes, she's the woman in blue,

I'm madly beguiled by her,

but oh poor lad,

she has no fuckin' clue

 

***

 

She agrees to meet him,

in a club on a Friday night

He's thrilled as she talks,

words, food and wine

flowing out, losing sense in the flickering disco light.

"Are you even listening?", she asks

I snap out of my dream and clueless, 

I gaze into her eyes.

She throws her head back and giggles away,

"Is she even real? 

Or is it just my imagination of lies?"

"Oh gosh, you're so weird!", she exclaims

 

***

 

A lit cigarette hanging loosely from her lips,

And that neon glow in the dark leather purse, 

gently resting upon her tender hips

She blows out the tobacco smoke,

her pretty face disappears away,

in the foggy mist of delusions

And I just want to take it all in,

And keep it there, 

till eternity passes away 

and shatters all my illusions

 

***

"Can I take a drag?", I ask her out of courtesy.

"Oh sure, go ahead!"

I take the cigarette and place it on my lips,

and breathe her in.

The minty flavor gently hits my throat,

Just like the cupid,

tossing me into love's garbage bin

 

***

I walk with her,

looking for a cab.

She opens the taxi door, 

and hugs me a final goodbye

A  feeling of wild yearning, 

I can't really personify

I smile and look at her, as she enters the cab

and the entire world around me, seems so drab

The door slams shut,

the taxi swooshes through,

I keep standing there,

staring mindlessly, 

like the thrown burnt cigarette butt.

And I wonder as I bid her adieu,

"Okay, what the fuck?

Am I in love?

Am I in love, 

with the wonderful woman in blue?"

Oh no, I have no clue,

I have no fuckin' clue...

 

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