leprechaun at the end of the rainbow

guarding the gold
fortunes they all chase
and all they see you as is a pawn, means to their selfish ends
out of the ten toes i have, how many have not felt the insult of their trampling?
guarding their fortune, but instead of embrace, they seek all corners of me to defeat
the best i get is their mockery and scorn of how they see me
they fail to recognise your glory
aren't you majestic just because you live in between indigo and orange, or between red and blue?
dont they see that they seek something you dwell with every dawning day-wealth
yet instead of ask your secret, they mock you
bitter laughs at your expense, they find every simgle thing wrong with you, because it distracts them of their own imperfections
hypocrisy, or the nature of man?

do i have to be the size of Goliath to be "seen"
let's note Goliath was destroyed by a BOY.
do i have to numb my intellectual prowess just because it makes them nervous?
what is it i have to prove from constantly being tested?
or is it my fate as a Leprechaun?
am i not worth the respect because of my tiny arms, funny hat or weird clothes?
is it my fate to have people pace their inequities against me, as if my height is some measure of my entire capacity?
the irony though, despite the microscope and torment they put me under
i have the gold they ALL want!

savoured Noise

In my head
In my house,
Even on the road
Never like a mouse.
And when silence eventually is
Still it resìdes in my head
Thoughts colided or desires lingered.
But no matter what comes to be,my rhythm is always intune with yours
And thats how all that noise,comes to melody.
Now arranged,mastered and refined!
No longer just noise,listen carefully!
Filter through the rubble,and all that conjestion begins to take form.
MUSIC! one self harmonise with another...

Future re-told!

Feline fantacies,of dreams to have me purring in peace!
Comforted by pieces of u massaged into deja vu elements remembered,
Reliving every thing i saw in my minds eye,the subconscious fore-told.
Dwelling in sweet limbo of your intoxicating effect.
Everytime i sit to visit what the mind has come to learn,lessons in you are all i replay
This is a sensation the avarage would deem as simply monotone-there is not a time that passes and i do not speak of you.
But i call it my truth,a reminscing of my tomorrow!