Light rain lingers on my skin
In my hand a bouquet of alfilaria
On my lips a playful grin
Me, impish, under a wisteria

Looking at the waning sun
I sit myself against the bark
Indigo rendering me undone
Welcoming me in the dark

The sweet spring breeze
Toying with my senses
Gifting me with ease
The feel of no defenses

I’ve been here many times before
Certain I shall visit again
This place, part of my lore
Of my soul, my dream arcane

Oh, lavender dream
Keep me some more
To bask in hues agleam
And forget all I deplore

Once again hide me away, mask my pain
Shower me in petals of purple and mauve
Build me a castle of amethyst and wolfsbane
Where tranquil I can meet my love

Heavy air,
Can barely take a breath,
Did it on a dare,
Bloody affair,
Such is ferocious death,
Leaves us bare.

A crimson glint,
On the silver blade,
Such a lovely tint,
Paired with flint,
Lying on brocade.
Is that a hint?

No anger, no rage,
Quite the contrary,
Nothing to engage,
Simply broke the cage
Very ordinary.
Just a little rampage.

Sheets drenched in sweat
Screaming like a banshee.
What do I fret?
Where is the threat?
My nightmare woke me,
But what did I forget...?

I thunder when angry,
I follow my wishes,
My fears overwhelm me,
I gorge on all delicious.
I hunt down my prey,
Require others to obey,
Am filled with insecurities but choose to look away,
Go through life day by day.
Will find flaws,
Will call you out,
Will show you my claws,
Don't care for your clout.
Always speak my mind,
Am both, vicious and kind,
What you sow, you shall reap,
I think quick on my feet.
Loyal, but never to a fault,
Love with all my heart,
Which can contain a lot of salt,
But mostly is filled with art.
Talk back to my elders,
Not afraid to ruffle some feathers.
And I vow to always be
Unapologetically me.

A grumpy young man,
Tight as a clam,
Heart of stone,
Stoic to the bone.
Never asks for help,
Puts emotions on a shelf,
Really stern and quite strict,
But his eyes contradict.
There lies warmth, there is kindness,
There sprouts love and forgiveness.
He is bright, mighty and true.

No one knows him like I do.

I want to feel the rain
I want to hear the sun
I want to smell the wind
And then I will be done.

I wish to touch your soul
I wish to kiss your heart
To make the pieces whole
With my words, with my art.

I long to spread my wings
I long to freely fly
To tug at your heartstrings
And thus edify.

So let me share my core
Let me cast the light
Let me, I implore,
I beg, let me write...

I am just too good, they say,
Too good to ever dismay,
Too good to be an entrepreneur,
Too good to use my allure,
Too good, mature and demure,
Too good to ever be strict,
Too good to contradict,
Too good harm to inflict
Too good to evil depict,
Too good to be successful,
All of that would be so stressful,
Too good to be ambitious,
Too good to act capricious,
Too good to be auspicious,
Too good to ever be vicious,
Too good to be an actress,
Too good to be in distress,
Too good to be a guard,
Too good to be a bard,
Too good friends to discard,
Too good to be a star,
Too good to smoke a cigar,
Too good to drive a Jaguar,
That would be just plainly bizarre,
Too good to outshine anyone else,
Too good to push my sense of self,
Too good to ever be blue.
Too good to be true?

Close your eyes, tell me what you see…
Is there any colour in that darkness?
A trace of red, a speck of green,
A little bit of pale-blue, like the sea…
Imagine all of them in their fairness.

Red lips, a wild cherry.
Green gown, grass bathed in the sun.
Blue eyes with a hint of rosemary.
Those are the virtues of your betrothed one.

But why are you so blue?
Why those sad eyes?
She is as sweet as the morning dew,
Graceful, like hundreds of butterflies,
She is the fairest of them all and ever since
The queen of beauty,
But you don’t love her, my prince.
Well, that’s pity…

You love your Dark Enchantress.
She came to you in your dream.
With her raven hair, a fiery temptress,
With chestnut eyes and honey-dripping lips agleam.
On your heart she has made an incision,
And can thus make you burst into tears,
‘Cause she’s a once in a lifetime vision.
She brings you fears…

The fear of losing her bewitching voice,
Her dazzling side.
The fear that she is just a dream,
That in the morning she will hide.

Then you wake up, glance over all coy,
And see her between your sheets.
Well, my prince, you should be leaping with joy.
You should dance all over your kingdom’s streets.
Because you’ve got it all…

You have tasted her sweetness,
You have felt her fire.
You have seen her smile,
You have trembled with desire.

Now your duty calls,
And you must obey.
Even if it entails your falls,
Even if it only brings pain…

They puncture my core,
Wash me ashore,
Cut away my fins,
And laugh at their sins.
My long hair they chop,
I scream for them to stop,
My voice falls on deaf ears,
It’s been like that for years.

They throw me in a cage,
Snicker at my rage,
Howl at my scorn,
At my face forlorn.
My songs they take,
Make them something fake,
And mock me again,
Worthless and vain.

My ancestors squeal
For they see me kneel
Before those who enslave,
They turn in their blue grave.
I feel their ghostly eyes,
How they chastise,
Call me unfit…
But I can take it.