Like Lust Love

Like
it is not Love or Lust.
it is Interesting maybe Indulging,
but not the Kind
you want Every time.

Lust
it is not Like or Love.
it is Unadulterated, Uncontrollable passion,
but not the Sincerity
you get Twelve minutes later.

Love
it is not Like or Lust.
it Overcomes and Outlasts everything.
it is a Vow you take
that EXISTS forever.

Time

Time
She is not my friend.
Though she motions her fingers
And beckons me with subtle glances,
Her eyes are deceitful,
Like the devil in angelic form,
Or the atheist's mind.
Yet I do need her.
Whether friend or foe,
Whether guardian or reaper,
She controls my life.
My very existence and form.
She tortures me with PAST
Yet motivates me with FUTURE.
Yet all the time running away from me
In the PRESENT.
How I long for her, to have more and more
Yet how I loathe her,
Her absolute hold on me.
Like a gambler with her money.
But she has made me stronger,
Wiser, faster, harder.
She brings out qualities I never knew I had.
And in the end,
When I have accomplished
And everything spent.
When death courts, and she leaves...
I realize...
She is my friend after all...

She is gone...

She is gone...
Like the last leaves in autumn...
Though leaves return again they are never the same,
Yet always leaving again when its time is done.

She is gone...
Without hint or clue...
Like Christie without her memory,
she remains a question without answers,
because she refuses to be one.

Oh flesh of my flesh,
do you feel the burning of my heart?
Oh mind of mine,
can you solve my enigma?

Though heart pumps and mind stirs,
Neither can hear me...
They are gone.

~Kenan Yeh Rong