This Modern Life

I’m sick of this place

Full of monotonous faces

Preoccupied with non-existent dangers 

Life savings spent on the new flavour

Monoliths cold and grey

Sullen faces seeing out the day

All focused on selfish gain

Following the Machiavellian way

Hakob Hakobyan

Hungry Crocodile in Oslo

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Street art in a dodgy area of Lisbon

Windswept

Siren

It's the slightest imperfections

That make you perfect

Those beautiful eyes

Whose colour I cannot tell

A shining beacon 

Akin to a lighthouse

Capturing my undivided attention

After being woefully lost at sea

Lulling me with the promise

Of safety and security

Your thinly curved lips

A slight shade of red

That requires someone

With the courage of Moses

To force them to part

Those three freckles on your cheek

An uncanny resemblance

To the Bermuda Triangle

A subtle reminder

That you are a mystery 

That will remain unsolved

My biggest regret

Not asking for the key

Years later

Reflecting on my idolatry

I can't help but think

Of how naive I was 

Perhaps even foolish

Of worshipping your image

Combined with my fictional creation

Of your personality and character

And I begin to speculate

If fantasy were to collide with reality

Would it shatter the paradox

Or would our growing relationship

Expose my flawed preconceptions

And reveal your strange mannerisms

And curious idiosyncrasies

"Slight imperfections"

And prove you to be more perfect

Than I could possibly have imagined

Excessive

Satisfy your urges

Don't fight it

It'll help you see more clearly

To reach that moment of clarity

Let reality unravel itself

But stay vigilant

Beware of the danger

Now is the hour

That the demons come out

See through their disguises

Peel off their masks

They can't hide from you now

Now you can decipher their code

They mock, slander, defame

Your good name

Right in front of you

Laughing as if you don't understand

Laugh with them

Laugh at how you will...

How you will make them suffer

These so called friends

Openly ridiculing you

But you are smart

All dressed in wool

They can't see through your disguise

Keep satisfying your urges

The time is drawing near

To vanquish these demons

In the name of redemption

Are you satisfied yet?

Good, now wash your hands

Lust Doesn't Betray...

You move the oceans with your body

Letting me trail behind

Oh you're driving me out of my mind

That suggestive stare

That always leads nowhere

I may as well be doing time

You are always top of my list

Yet it comes as no surprise

That my letters up North

Never get any replies

So I unwrap you with my eyes

It's such an unfulfilling exercise

I don't know why I keep doing this to myself

Obeying every call and request

Maybe it's because lust doesn't betray the eyes

And everybody knows 

That love gets lost on the inside

It Takes One to Screw Up the Tango

Then we had that conversation

Where you said you hate me

Don’t you remember?

You committed the first sin

I just dug myself a grave

So I could find some company

You were the one

 

Who

 Said

Goodbye

To

Me

Seasons Changing

The icy wind is calling

Enticing the leaves to start falling

Thunderous clouds are threatening

Amplifying the mounting tension

The freezing river mirrors the situation

Of two reflections fading

The leaves lose their vibrancy

But still they move restlessly

Slowly decaying away unforeseen

To the melancholy beauty

Who can’t help but wonder

If this is the final scene

Find a compromise

It doesn’t dent one’s pride

Her attendance

Is an indication

The weather shows no sign of subsiding

The problems won’t go into hiding

There’s no justification in stalling

All excuses have been exhausted

Inaction is the cowardly way of explaining

The different paths we are set on taking

Stop watching her

Go talk to her

Silence only guarantees

There won’t be a next time

Her shadow moves swiftly

Beneath the trees sorrowfully swaying

The wind passing through

Produces a mournful wailing

Her emotions captured perfectly

In the seasons changing