The Beautiful Garden
You can come into my garden, full of secrets and insecurities,
Buried deep down, where you will never see them,
All you will ever see is the surface,
Brimming with its beauty and confidence,
When one man died, another rose,
Where one man is buried, the other visits,
While one man smiles for his fate, the other cries,
I have killed myself trying to change,
That I no longer know who I am,
As I stand in my garden, I ask,
Can that one man be the other as well?
Past and future live,
While the lonely present is never,
If I let you into my garden,
Are you going to dig?
Ruin the beauty of the surface,
Just to find out things, that you do not want to know,
Or will you be content to lay in the flowers and clover,
In the middle of a rain storm.
Two Lovers and a Murder Suicide
The lonely narcist and the broken crown,
Where was I when it came around?
Your tight dresses and dirty tears,
Were they so I would appear?
Those poison lips and them angel eyes,
I could see right through you guise,
A sly smirk and whiskey on the rocks,
And the shy boy was able to talk,
Two heart beats and some heavy breaths,
Who’s afraid of death?
A slap to the face and an upstart,
You can hear the sound of a desolate heart,
A lost boy and peaceful rainfall,
I can still hear you stomping down the hall,
A warm gun and its proclaim,
Will I ever be the same?
A gloomy day and loose tea,
Will you ever come back to me?
A false pretense and a love song,
Know I loved you all along.
The Ancient Temple
My body is my Temple,
It will lead me to glory,
Could I be my own angel,
Or am I just cocky?
Narcissistic tenancies,
Or just an excuse,
Of the lonely dandies,
I will be rescued,
From myself, with love,
Never Be Afraid to Bare Your Soul
I no longer sleep,
With sheets on my bed,
For my soul is tried of weeping,
It’s turning into the living dead,
And as long as I bare my soul,
It has nowhere to hide,
For it is tried of playing these theatrical roles,
And fears continental divide,
Am I the real Jekyll and Hyde?
Or am I just an archangel,
Who died with nobody by his side?
Because I lacked that bit of soulfulness,
I had a conversation with a man yesterday,
Who wore a crown of thorns?
He felt I should stay,
But I didn’t like the look of those horns,
Could they be one in the same?
A man with schizophrenia,
Who has the shame and fame?
A man who just lost his pneuma.
I Am Sorry My Friend, We Will Meet Again
I am here on my knees,
Looking up into the sky,
Why do you not want me?
You can have me,
I saw two flowers yesterday,
I picked one, and left the other,
I watched as the one withered,
Then I went back to find the other,
Beginning to die as well,
I could not believe the honesty,
I had broken up love,
And they could not bear to live apart.
It opened up my eyes,
To see where I have gone wrong,
How can you be mad at the setting sun?
It will rise again,
And one day when it does,
Maybe I can rise with it,
Because everyday it raises and sets,
Changes happen,
I think it is time for me to change,
Transform the man, who I am,
Into the man I should be,
But change is not always easy,
How do you tell a kangaroo not to hop anymore?
How do you squeeze all the poison out of your veins?
How do you teach your heart how to love?
How do the lonely get through life?
I guess we can only hope,
And take it one day at a time,
When I find true love,
And I experience the rest of life,
I will be back,
Hopefully, I will have redemption,
Till that day comes,
Please do not take me,
For I can finally see,
What I need to do,
So until then my friend,
I will miss you,
But I thank you,
For not taking me before my time.
Brandon Magorka
