The god that failed

A wretched ruler, he stands by the wall
playing the one with his ping pong ball
an ether of uncertainty, it prevails
he was the god, that failed

Indicted awaiting the habeas of corpus
he walks by the gloom, a passage through vein
pictures of forgotten, memories of anonymous
Jack and Iris are ones that ordain

An Iris within she speaks to him
"different were you and yet the same
you walked by glory and spelled an honour
where is the one that made you in valour?"

He reaches for Iris and Jack bellows
"You are the lost one and now no more
of times and their purples you followed and erred
what is it you oft now mutter?"

Of the minions he cried aloud
"detested souls you need not laud
i am the one you chose to bow
sad it be true, as i so lay here indevout"

To Jack and Iris he denounced
"ordinary you made me you made me god
you gave me freedom to do not what
you failed me once and failed once more
alas you failed in failing thou"

"I pass my distress as unto thy
i let them be as without my
i decry my freedom as now no more
i shall walk and walk like god never before"

An Iris she flows she does with caress
the Jack downtrodden, oppressed and backlashed
smooth is she, he lies travailed
together they whisper with history betrayed
"you are the one and the god that failed"

Everytime

Sometimes there's a person within me who's away from me

Sometimes i watch silly things and feel happy about it

Sometimes i like the girl i like and sometimes i don't
I haven't told her yet and i don't know when but maybe sometime i shall know

Sometimes i feel like living those moments again
Just the moments not the day and sometimes both

Sometimes i feel life is good after all and i never know untill its gone
Sometimes i feel life is a song and each and every word adds melody if not meaning
and sometimes i wish it were several songs

Sometimes i fall in love over and over again
and sometimes my mum asks me not to fall but i can't ask her how
Sometimes i tell the story of my love's lives that never took place
and sometimes i am the only one who listens

Sometimes i wish i knew the answers not the questions and sometimes neither matters
Sometimes i wish i stop wondering
and sometimes i pause and stop wondering, just when she asks me "what are you wondering"?

Sometimes i look at her closely when she's not aware, and i like doing it

Though not sometimes.....everytime, everytime

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For a someone who shall read it sometime