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Sleeping With The Enemy
SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY
See what you want to see.
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
At what you can't be..
Come sleep by my side.
The whole world is our playground..
Don't make a sound..
Stop clowning around
In the mist of the night,
you keep me from crying
I wipe off the taste of your lips.
You kiss me starting at my inner hips.
Your broke me in a way..
I hate to say your love is good every day
I deny you, the one thing I can't say.
You are my pillow..
Where I rest my legs at night,
Can you feel me~
This moment feels right
I just want to die here,
Die here ~
Die here by your side..
I sleep with my eyes wide open,
I sleep with my enemy by my side
Come here and hold me..
After you watched my world collide..
Come here and love me..
I'm yours till the end of time...
You can rock me!
Under the moon and its rhyme..
I put it all to a side, how I hate you inside.
I can't let go,,
I just want you to know ,
I'm a fool in love with you..
Even if it don't show!
~ SKAT~
12- 7- 10
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Hate
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The Many Faces Of God
Many faces of God
reflected in the eyes of shadow and light-
windows into the cosmos,
doorways leading somewhere larger.
So large, it fits on the head of a pin,
piercing the palm of an innocent whim;
piercing secrets falling in the rain,
as encoded mysteries become plain.
Pain is pleasure,
far better than nothing?
Nothing is always something,
so something can be nothing,
a place where the lords of light and darkness
spin positivity into negativity,
and negativity blossoms into another rising sun,
breaking through storm clouds
that had been releasing loud thunderclaps
in a vacuum of silence.
Can see the genesis bloom in your eyes,
can see the full moon waver and rise,
even though I am blind,
following the muse of my heart,
realizing how this is only a part,
a mere fraction of the many faces of God.
The blink of a lash
causes a valley of shadows.
Minions of shadows push me into the light,
as a quick left turn, makes this feel so right.
The deeper I walk,
my wants become more shallow,
and precepts contain concepts,
a mind-boggling paradox of steps-
a staircase leading nowhere,
as nowhere must also be somewhere;
a place where the journey is just starting to end,
and ending to begin all over again,
to become unravelled within the many faces of God.
Lose your philosophy to find the way,
shadows dance beside a glowing ray.
A straight beam moves into faster bends,
love counters hate and makes amends,
as hate showed me how to truly love.
Stop with the illusion of endings,
find them to merely be new beginnings;
saying farewell with a kind hello,
digging ever deeper below,
breaking the surface high above,
a blind man seeing the face of love.
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The Good Cry
A final ugly bellow followed by the front door's slam and then. . .
the natural and sweet respite of silence.
She remained where he'd left her
and faced a pair of stony eyes staring back at her from the bathroom mirror.
Stoically she stood, anger-fingers pressed to the inside of the basin's rim.
A gall of indignation clutched at the inside of her throat.
Her whispered curses waxed into a scream, "I hate you. You bastard. I Hate You!"
Moments later. . . sad, kindred eyes met hers,
asking what they always asked, "How do you support this all these years?"
She gazed at the only one who truly knew and felt a rush of utter desolation.
Concentrated rage was channeled to a river of self-pity.
It spilled up and into the bile of her throat, erupting in her helpless gasps,
transforming into hard and bitter sobs,
and with this lament came gushing tears.
Nothing else existed but the woman in the mirror and the grief.
Some moments passed. She sniffled.
Further weeping now would take some effort.
She sighed the sigh of familiar resignation.
Glancing at her consort, red-eyed, in the mirror,
she turned the faucet on and dabbed a tear-streaked face.
The telephone was ringing, so as she went to get the phone,
she steeled herself
in case the flood had not entirely ebbed.
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Created By Choices
Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son
A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need
When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair
Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again
I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave
Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat
Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me
She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole
Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices
My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created
Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes
Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".
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GLOBAL POLITICIANS -POLLUTION-
Global Pollution
This is a hate Crime Rhyme
Opposing all of he or she who passed a veto
I will slam everyone in the House of Representatives
Away with the “HATE CRIME” law.
Global Politicians waste our time.
A race on who gets down dirty and raw.
Crying we are all equal under the same law.
I plead the fifth, if you care
All you posers are so unfair
You give me more time because you do not like my hair.
You crazy politics say "stop doing that!"
Opening the eye's for us to perceive life very offensively
Piling up this world with your bull crap!
Once again hating is all I see
I have a low tolerance for politicians on TV.
Law and order makes me shout
Every law article in the news
Is about a politician giving out a poor interview
Boo who on who's attacking or threatening who
All you polluters do is boast
Hey you politicians all of you I loath
The more government spreads protection
How I hate the ones who abuse the situation
All you polluters are creating a bigger "Hating Crime."
Passing out particular laws igniting more intimidation
Tired of trying to live up to your expectation
I am giving you my perception
Viewing all your sour reputations
Always debating and telling us what to do
There is nothing brave about you
You think you are doing what is best for us
You cowards do not understand where we are coming from
Instead of embracing us, you continue to lose our trust
All of today's politics, are nothing compared to yesterday’s trick
Age, race, notational origin, the list goes on and on
A conflict in our free society
Gender, religion, to disability
In this, I see no promotion in opportunity
All you perpetrators are inflicting,
Damage on our physical and emotional unity
All you so called leaders take a stand
Offer us something we really need to understand
Polluting all of Gods nations
With your "censored" label that this is your political land
You lunatics want us to consider all sides
Pretending to be friendly to cover our hides
Put a sock in you hypocritical politicians fool
Bomb the heck out of them __
For using terrorism as there # 1 tool
We got what it takes to send our enemies to oblivion
You oxy morons, the government you do not know how to run!
For all this hate is just a silly sound
Politicians you are just a swift in a nuke frown
Do not come and put your stupid signs on my ground
HATE IS HOW YOU POLITICS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND and ROUND!
by;PD
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ANGELus
Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women
and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,
but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.
The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.
Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.
His father saw his son as a family disgrace
and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.
"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.
How can I give my family what they desire
when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"
Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.
"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."
One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.
The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,
"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.
I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,
searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers
who cared less after they had used me once more.
I can only imagine the pain that you suffer.
I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,
because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you
is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.
You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.
End your life now and free yourself from this torment
or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.
If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.
Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.
Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.
Let me give you my eternal kiss."
He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."
"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes
and so began Angelus's damnation.
She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.
All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.
Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.
He was the vampire all vampires would fear.
Angelus's Revenge >
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=190796
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Is It Worth It
Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental
so can you tell me.......
Is It Worth It?
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I hate you and I love you , Mr Carbs! Drop dead !!! :)
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I squash,pull and squeeze,
A ten,wearing size eight jeans
All stucked above my knees
Jumping on my bed
Trying hard,I sweat,no breath
please don't call me fat:)
Double Senryu for fun or Epigram? :)
Did you ever try to fit in something which is not your size?:)...I did:) and my jeans went
chlikk.........chlikk:)
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I'm Your King
A burst of white light
gamma rays, overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of an eye
just the cold blackness
of night
I don't care if I am not again
what I once was, for at this moment
I am greater now
than ever before
I took the path between
teetering, tight roping walking
right up to my right
divined in my unholy state
I thought I told you
I am your king
still you sit there, hesitating
I know you hate me
what does that mean?
I hate just about everything
still I'm chosen
I did not wish before
now bow down to me
refuse me no more
for I shall always be your demon
until you accept me as your King.
I don't even know you
though you say we used to be
best of friends, you and me
the day you ditched me
I remember now
exactly how it played out
back when we were just tiny things
even back then I still was King
you thought me stupid
just a ruse
I would laugh inside, you see?
not one of you single, mean people
ever even knew me
in a world, mostly seen to me
that is why only I can be your true King
and bring forth a new source
of light everlasting.
As two worlds collide slowly aligned
one wrapped in shadows
one bathed in white
evils swirling in the clouds above
I'll always be the king you love
to hate or despise as in your blood
I thought I told you, I am the one
I am the way, the way out shall be shown
breathe in my spirit as it carries you away
breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space
and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough
higher than you've ever dreamed of
for I am king now, and your in my hell
your in my imagination, I'll just never tell
you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now
if you try and see
you were always found the most
shared in the light cast upon me
the last bright star in heaven.
Denounce my name, if you may
One year later, still not afraid
A black sheep, a darkened spade
That's just life, I'm not right
I'm in the wrong, follow along
Like a piper, I'll pitch a song
Mesmerized, the weak wills sing
I thought he told you, he's still our king.
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Don't Hate Her
Don't hate her because she's beautiful
Or envy that she's hot
She is all about appearances
It consumes her every thought
Try to look a little closer
Past the makeup and the hair
Beauty has little value
If a person doesn't care
Looks are her priorities
She doesn't work on what's inside
People tell her she's beautiful
She gorges on her pride
She's an emotional anorexic
Soul food she refuses to eat
Her behavior reinforced
When people fall at her feet
She craves the admiration
The attention she receives
Pretty is her curse
In the end it's her disease
She becomes a caricature
Her illusion to maintain
Fighting the mirror and time
Over and over again
I appreciate a beautiful woman but the Beauty has to emanate from a much deeper place for me to truly appreciate it. The most beutiful women I have met have become more beautiful with each word they have spoken. We need to stop emphasizing the physical when we raise our children, we will then raise up a generation of truly beautiful people.
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