Great Expectations

We wake with the dawn that with the sun comes in ostentation,
And slumber peacefully when the moon dominates the sky,
And the rest of the day we spend in inane abstraction
Barely noticing as our lives pass us by.

There is no true satisfaction
Because we live in our own little bubbles, enclosed.
There can be no real gratification,
When we don’t deign to look beyond our own nose.

So why don’t we try a little giving,
Taking time off to extract a smile,
From someone who is least expecting,
Something good to come out of life?

Don’t put it beyond you because you are too ordinary
Or all the money you earn needs to be preserved
The resources we need are not monetary
Your love is a boundless reserve.

So take that second to lend a smile that will say
To another that you care enough that he’s around,
Change the world in your own little way
And volunteer with us now.

And in a world torn apart by war,
Serve to be an inspiration,
Be the one that will restore,
Hope in Man and Great Expectations.

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Nice can mean Deceiving

You are in an abyss,

A world in disguise,

Where honesty vanishes,

A network of lies.

Where the people you love rebuke you

And the stranger is nice

Let your intuition lead you,

Let not your heart be your guide.

The stranger will seem better,

In numerous convincing ways

But beware you must,

For what the heart sees does not agree with the brain.

And in this Earth of misery,

Where people plot and connive,

You must seek out honesty,

And remain prudent and wise,

For sugar sweet words maybe nice to hear,

And may raise your self-esteem,

But sugary words you do need to fear:

For nice can mean deceiving.

Game

Do I still mean something to you?

Despite you believing that I lied?

Do I still mean the world to you?

Or was it a passing tide?

 

Do you want to talk about it?

I think I can hold my ground,

If you say anything now that will make me feel

Like my world will come crumbling down.

 

Shall we sit face to face?

And look into each other’s eyes?

Remove all the falsified hate…

To uncover something I want you to find.

 

Maybe you will hate me more

Maybe I will cry,

Maybe I won’t be strong enough

To hear those words come to life.

 

I tell you all that I hid,

Hoping you’d understand

But I know your battle grounds have changed,

We’re no longer hand in hand.

 

Sitting here faced across from you,

On a day I never thought would come,

Is a little bit of a disappointing tune,

To the song of greater good I have always sung.

 

Your eyes widen just a little bit,

Baffled, you ask me why

Then you say you don’t believe it…

And I show you the proof I have tried to hide.

 

You remained stunned as to why I would do something

So detrimental to my own good,

Well, if I hadn’t done the necessity

That ground would have been pulled from where you stood.

 

So I gave you a false sense of security,

So that all may stay undisturbed,

Despite the knife you drove through me,

I didn’t want you to wind up hurt.

 

You told me you had yourself a good cry,

When you heard you broke my heart,

But it doesn’t hurt me any less

I couldn’t help but feel torn apart.

 

So I figured it’d be easier

To let you believe a lie,

To tell you that I was wrong

And make you turn senile.

 

It is always so much easier

To bear the pain on your own,

Of seeing someone you love hate you

For a blame you voluntarily have borne.

 

Because the other option on the table,

Is to let the truth see the light of day,

When loyalty is shown for where it lies,

It becomes a game you don’t want to play.