Resisting the urge to flatter
Never taking such a leap
Beauty the heart of the matter
Ignored in your idle chatter
Left feeling like a forgotten heap
Resisting the urge to flatter
The thoughts come, but soon scatter
Keeping me from peaceful sleep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Love served on a silver platter
A tarnished memory much too cheap
Resisting the urge to flatter
My soul simmered to splatter
But our dreams aren’t that deep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Your image makes me all a-patter
Never wanting to come off as a creep
Resisting the urge to flatter
Beauty the heart of the matter
Drinking black coffee out of Delta cups The cheap seats listening to Empire Burlesque Mixed metaphors crawling in the night Still pondering why a raven is like a writing desk
Dislodged tea parties & cries of Nevermore The world swiftly swirling all around me Reducing myself into my words Hiding now within punctuation & necessity
Unsure of our place in time Triangulations are stretch marks on the soul Society wants me to be all shiny But more often than not, I’m tired & dull
Where do we find our inspirations The formulations upon our existence Personalities discarded to the rubbish pile Pushing us further away within time & distance
I won’t impress you
Doesn’t matter who you are
I drink cheap wine
But enjoy Cuban cigars
I won’t play that game
There’s no benefit to me
This heart is not for sale
Honest, humble & eternally free