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My Bathroom Mirror

My bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and forces me to stare in the face
the cards I have been dealt but cannot change
I am not vain, but the bathroom mirror
believes that I am, prodding my esteem
with it's taunting illusion of superficial
desires and making me sick with longing
for all the things I do not have

Frowns furrow into my brow
and once carefree features twist
with violent acknowledgement
that I cannot go back and undo the undone
the bathroom mirror plays tricks on us all
waiting for those quiet moments
when we doubt ourselves and resolve
to change who we are entirely

But we would not have got this far
in life without being ourselves
and the bathroom mirror is a terror
that reflects back regret
and long lost dreams
failures and good times lost
the bathroom mirror amplifies
tired eyes and lines of discontent
a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life
and that's why I rarely look at it.

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Pregnant Pause

The gaps in her sentences
are always filled with insights from others
Who prompt her to speak a truth she does not ascribe to

They witter and order and claim her thoughts as their own
Changing the essence of what she feels
so that she offers saccharine lies

Seething inside she wonders at a world where reality is desecrate
the rubbing away of hard edges
Grinding her down in the process

Her pauses are all she has, reflections of herself
The gaps in her sentences
A testament to the woman she wishes to be

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Black Widow

In limbo her soul breathes
The inky black of midnight crawling her skin
She watches his chest rise and fall
The rhythmic sounds lulling her to sleep

She pierces his dream with silent screams
Calls him awake with urgent longing
He stirs and twitches
But does not come to her

She fingers the softness of his neck
Coils them around it's length like a snake
His eyes spring open, prised from sleep
Silently pleading, what do you want from me

They meld together like scorching lava
To frenzy the passion they cannot speak
He reaches for her tenderly, offering his mouth in expectation
This time, she thinks, he has been spared

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The Lawyer In the Chatroom

A lawyer pops up unannounced
her mundane day he wants to trounce
he tries to lead her on to play
he wants to see if she will stray
she cannot see the sense in that
away from her natural habitat
he tries to lead her on to play
perhaps she will another day

For she is a restless soul
the day to day she finds so droll
of foreign airs and lands she dreams
discovery of the forbidden things
for she is a restless soul
and this can sometimes take it's toll

A suited man with manicured hands
and silken sheets, expensive treats
flashy cars and trendy bars
airplane travel, he wants to unravel
her sweetest place and kiss her face
make her scream an erotic dream

Her thighs are primed to draw him in
but her heart he cannot win
for she steals the souls of men
who work all day in wig and pen

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And He Feeds Her

Crisp cool chardonnay drenches their lips,
it's flavour running rivulets over their tongues
eyes widen over the candlelit table,
and he thinks about giving her sons

Rich sticky risotto slowly prised from bowls
mouthfuls devoured in anticipation
he wipes his mouth with emphasised lust
and she thinks about sensual elation

Chargrilled sardines stare eyes from their plates
she plucks them away, eats them whole one by one
his leg quivers tremulously under the table
her sweetness burning like african suns

Creamy crem brulee drips from their spoons
slips down their throats, placating their hunger
he presses his appetite firmly to hers
her thighs draw him in to taste erotic thunder

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Home Wrecker

Weaves a web of deceit/

round those that she meets/

you can never be free/

consumed with the she/

 

Trying to resist/

your heart she has missed/

devouring your soul/

she'll swallow you whole/

 

Her creeping got you stressed/

your wanderin whats next/

her shady demeanour/

you say you don't need her/

 

But it's all in her gameplan/

to take such a sane man/

she's a homewrecker/

don't even check her/

 

Calling your phone/

when your womans at home/

making you stay/

when you should get away/

 

She's a next level temptress/

flaunting her black dress/

she's out for herself though/

not good for your health so/

 

 Leave her alone/

cos you don't even know/

to her you're just a numeral/

but i guess it's your funeral/

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Dishes

The dishes pile up stained with the day to day of life
Her hands are chapped and dry withered from washing them
Dishes of food, dishes of mundanity
relentless dishes calling to be cleaned

Dishes prepared with love dishes for the family
dishes smashed in anger, broken in frustration
the dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well

her hands are red and inflamed
sore from scrubbing at the remnants of her life
how many dishes has she washed anyway
how many hours of her life has she lost

Unseen she scurries and tidies
washing and drying, washing and dryng
swallowing her rage and her long lost dreams

The dishes are her forte, she knows the dishes well
the dirt, the leftovers, the many requests of her  
washing and drying, washing and drying
but nobody cares to notice

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Metaphysical Adultress

She wades in anoxic swamps
She feels with her heart
Her mind never still
Her soul torn apart

She craves understanding
She craves conversation
Her thirst for the dark things
Precedes her reputation

She is never sated
She is never stilled
The void in her heart
Crying out to be filled

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I'M Me -You'Re You

LISTEN UP IMMA GEEK THAT'S STANDARD/

TELL EM AGAIN MAKE SURE THE MANS HEARD/

NEVER BEEN ONE FOR A QUICK FIX FUMBLE/

RATHER HAVE AN INTELLECTUAL TUMBLE/

 

SEE SOME GIRLS LIVE TO PUT IT ABOUT/

TO ME THAT AINT WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT/

WHILE YOU GIVE IT UP TO EVERY TOM DICK AND TYRELL/

I KEEP MY EYE ON AN ELEVATED LEVEL/

 

YES, I HOLD MY OWN ON THIS PLANET/

YOU JUST DONT HAVE IT/

YOU CANT MANAGE/

RAPPIN YOUR GOB BUT I'M A LYRICAL SAVAGE/

LICK YOU DOWN LIKE A FIRST CLASS CARRIAGE/

 

YES, I ALWAYS IMPRESS/

EVEN WHEN YOU STEP OUT IN YOUR GUCCI DRESS/

WITH YOUR TINGS ON SHOW FOR ALL TO SEE/

I MAKE THE CLOTHES THEY DON'T MAKE ME/

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Kitty Kat

When I am writing I have a companion/
no it's not human, it's an animal one/
a little black kitty that sits on my desk/
I love her to bits but she can be a pest/

Standing on the keyboard so that I make errors/
clawing my cushions to get to the feathers/
her tail in my face so that I can't see/
Her head in my cup drinking my tea/

Miaowing and squeaking to get my attention/
But I cannot work with such intervention/
if I bribe her with food and make sure she's fed/
she might in a while curl up on her bed/

but her fat little belly she brings to my side/
and watches me typing with eyes open wide/
reaches her paws across both my hands/
and flops on my lap like a world weary man/


She's must think my lap is very inviting/
or maybe she wants me to write some exciting/
Adventuress story about things that i wish/
or maybe she's simply dreaming of fish/


With her little button nose and her oriental eyes/
She watches the birds circling round in the skies/
She's a cute little bundle, i'll give her that/
but I really can't work with a cat in my lap/