Illusionism©2020TonyFallon125

Illusionism©2020TonyFallon125

Life is like a see saw

Often high other times low

Sometimes like emotions

For they go to and fro

You could try a swing

For twice they are high

Once you see the ground

Twice you see the sky

Life is a roller coaster
high on the ferris wheel

A big thrill for moments

Get away from surreal

I know it’s unrealistic

But I love happy sounds

Get away from reality

On merry-go-rounds.

Alas2020©TonyFallon0119

Alas2020©TonyFallon0119

The happy days are memories and not forgotten
My heart is badly broken as if it was trodden
What started out so promising and in such haste
What at first was in fast forward is now erased 

The long and lonely future seems like an endless void
No longer will the days of next summer be enjoyed
But alas it is the short cold days that cast their toll
And do nothing to brighten up my sad chilled soul

Even great flattery did not ever satisfy
Pictures and hoped for desires did not gratify
Reality was never more like an illusion 
If we had fear that might be the best solution

I will not sob but there’s a big lump in my throat
I feel like I'm slowly drowning and I cannot float
Yet there must be hope I find another mission
For my heart I cannot be my own physician

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

Complicated © Tony Fallon 1/.18/2017

The first day I met you I was elated
With you, I was totally infatuated
Maybe even captivated
You sounded like you were so educated
A woman of the world and liberated
You were the kind of person I had never dated
You were the kind of person for whom I had waited

I knew a friendship had to be cultivated
Because of all the smart people with which you were affiliated
You would never be intimidated
Or manipulated
By people who were intoxicated

I asked if you were single and you stated
You were in a relationship that was complicated
I wondered how this word could be translated
I felt like a bomb in my brain just detonated
And my blood pressure was suddenly elevated
My ego was now definitely deflated
All my hopes and dreams had evaporated
And I also was a little bit humiliated
Because this was not the answer I had anticipated

I asked if that meant you were impregnated
And that every morning you would be nauseated
You said my worry was slightly exaggerated
You said your husband was old and outdated
No way modern at all even antiquated
You said you had two single beds that were separated
And for years now things had not been consummated

There was no chance your home would be more populated

You said this rich old man you really hated
To which your parents had insisted you be mated
You wished for true love you had waited
This in no uncertain words you stated

When I asked if you’d elope with me you became very animated
And said yes you would if you got properly compensated

You also told me you had calculated
How much time you’d get if you used a knife that was serrated
Since the gun you had intended to use was confiscated

Thinking of the gun and knife I realized I could be perforated
And In my own blood become saturated
And I could wind up assassinated
or exterminated
And by a jury of men, she would probably be exonerated

You said by a pre nup you were so manipulated
Which your husband had very carefully dictated
If you divorced him the will would be invalidated
And you’d be left with a little check for twenty-five thousand three hundred and forty-five dollars which you couldn’t cash anywhere in New York or Boston or Chicago or Miami until three weeks after the divorce became final and that was all because the check would be postdated

TrueLove(C)2020TonyFallon0101

TrueLove(C)2020TonyFallon0101

I feel that I’m in clover

When you invite me over

I hope you did not hurt your knee

I want you to keep making tea

Alone I might go insane

I want to be with you Jane

To be with you is such a thrill

I’d climb a mountain or a hill

I’d travel west I’d travel east

I’d fight off the fiercest beast

I’d walk through five feet of snow

I’d walk ten miles at five below

I’m not scared of winter sleet

I'm not scared of summer heat

With lightning flashing in the skies

I would still go to my first prize

My love for you is not lukewarm

I wold go to you in the worst storm

Though the prediction be disaster

I shall not believe the forecaster

For your honor I would do battle

Though the swords of death should rattle

Three bullets wouldn’t stop me

It would take ten to drop me

In your arms I’d be revived

Ten minutes after I arrived

I would traverse rough terrain

I’m coming Saturday if it doesn’t rain