The Evil Twin

Seen you walking under the carpet of stars,

Holding hands with him, going far,

Moon light was enough to blind,

Was he unaware or were you too kind?

Why don’t you walk far away,

But instead you just let him say,

You pull him close, won’t let him go,

Why hide the pain that you plan to throw?

Those close breaths fill your moments,

Big promises satisfy your pride,

Soft tender touches fulfill your needs,

What about the things you hide?

Nobody’s watching you doing that,

Even the one who is being harassed,

Too blinded he is by the feeling he has,

Like nobody felt before but you’ll still mess,

Just waiting for the love to kill slowly,

You’re too used to commit this sin,

So easy for you to smile and carry on,

It’s not you, it’s your evil twin..

Sleeping at last

I see those stars,

Far away in the sky,

Shining like uptown bars,

Only if I can fly,

I’ve been there before,

But couldn’t ever catch one,

It was all smoky for sure,

My paper couldn’t even buy a ton,

These years turned me all red,

I guess I was all alone,

Always listened to messed up head,

From skin, now I’m only bone,

It all caught up, but now it’s past,

Screw it, I’m finally sleeping at last…

A Russian Morning

It was a quiet morning,

The sun came up at an unusual time,

The night still ringing inside my head,

Fresh from the last night crime,

Stopped and waited for a second,

To recollect where I was,

The place was same, the colors were lame,

Still I felt like lost,

The crazy fireball in the sky,

With chilly winds setting in,

Tears on the glasses dripping down,

All together to curse me for my sins,

Untied laces on my shoes,

Planned lamely to make me fall,

Tripped and jumped and aimed for the grass,

But found in my way, a dancing wall,

The sun suddenly vanished,

The moon wasn’t available today,

I didn’t care about the stars,

Where the hell did they go away,

Her warm hands through my hair,

The scent of tulips lightened up my mind,

She was glowing or was it the sun,

Good thing was I wasn’t blind,

I was on my feet again,

With my head full of warnings,

It wasn’t anything unusual I said,

Just another of those Russian Mornings!