Expensive Man

Yes we all know him...he has the charm, the confidence...enough modesty, considering his pocket and knows how to treat other human beings, including the ladies. He's good to his mother and is on speaking terms with his father, he's climbed the corporate ladders and there are a couple of more steps he could climb. Full of promises but never promises anything too soon, or that he cannot give. I call him the the expensive man...

Expensive Man

C'mon girls, you all know about him,
The one who is well groomed down to his chin,
And his patience rarely wears thing,
And looks good always, even on film.

He knows what to do when you're alone,
And always seems to wear intoxicating cologne,
The one you always wonder if you'll hold him for long,
Or whether soon enough he'll be long gone.

When you're together you know nothing of pain,
And dinner is always accompanied with champagne,
The world seems picture perfect in his frame,
For he seems to have mastered the name of the game.

He's the expensive man, and the question he seems to pose,
Is whether you'll ever have more of him than a little doze,
Or will you one day find the story has come to a close,
Please, don't look at me, for I've never had one of those.

Terida

Paradox

Life is made of paradoxes...where one minute you are certain of one thing and the next you're sure of the opposite. When the truth is not so evident, the future is untold and the forces on both sides are determinedly strong...so is your conviction, on both opposite ends. This is my Paradox....

My Paradox

You tempt me to keep my eyes wide shut
In view of our love story untold
we were so strongly glued apart
And prayed into a fist our fingers would unfold
and be unscathed in our endless hurt
But we were consumed with a fire so cold

I threw it all away because I needed more
And I drew my dreams closer in a scatter
I continually wondered what it was all for
even when I knew the heart of the matter
I looked for the exit furthest from the door
and figured it would be easier to make it harder

I see in clarity my blinding rage
and wonder if there's happiness in anger
but I know that I cannot unturn the page
neither can I feel safe in my danger
So this peace I will attempt to wage
to escape the surface I'm floating under

Terida