Best Controlling Poems
Don’t try to control you
when I want my own way.
I am confused at the things that you say.
It’s not control to want these things
that everyone else gets so freely.
To be cherished and loved by you completely.
You think its control because you don’t want to change.
You like where you’re at, everyday is the same.
Refusing to move forward, you like playing your game.
It shows when you give out of want,
You don’t have to pretend. You don’t put up a front.
I can see, your true feelings they show
That you are stuck on the past,
refusing to let go.
That is why you think its control
You don’t give freely, your love doesn’t grow.
Hoping the tides someday will turn
In reality you lose, bridges you burn.
The cycle repeats and you’re in it again,
Playing the same game
with someone new instead.
Live in the moment, let go of the past.
I didn’t want to control, only wanted your best.
Voices of the silent whispers echo deeply disturbing fact
debates hold principle those with brains tear down structures
human rights ignored opening up a can of worms within morals
where truth is hidden away questions agenda
envelope of forgotten yesterdays sealed fate
Honour amongst thieves new world order social control
handshakes grasp secret societies revealing dark shades
cover ups underneath the veil careless actions endanger security
desert storm powered by the central bank hidden secrets leak oil
Where the so called elite are born without sin lawless diamonds
with their silver spoons attached empty vessels without moral right
classifies perfection untouchable agents of death
In the heart of a free man looking at the system
creating slavery cutting wages spying imprisoning freedom of choice
Applying pressure drones killing families
within a cloud of dust or inside evidence to support such horror actions
criminal murderers sitting in their offices should be banged to rights
leaving no place for hope or a just democracy strikes issues flawed
To fatten their purses behind the revolving doors open guess
Suffering begins with espionage
loveless pride exposing sheltered acts
dragging your heals security council protecting the vulnerable's need
instead liberal intelligence with your reductions clearly speak volumes
threatening the poorer field positions you without care
Royalty who profit from others pain hidden agendas lie
conspiracy theories can carry truth to the button
because something is hidden away under dressing why
we ask ourselves those not brainwashed
dirty arms deals laundering ill got money gains
The heads of states
they are clearly breaking the law
justice is so corrupt fact
every Joe soap knows
they only give us the partial truth
optic nerve cell centre brings up a live wire
They do not give a rats ****
who use uranium tipped enriched missals
poisoning the earth's crust stringing us along as peace keepers
arming terrorists is an act of war against peace makers
countless innocent have died at the hands of murderers
Not easy to attack my body
No fear of the covid still in me
Mask and sanitizer
Sleeper cell of killer
In the lungs I install kaspersky
09.07.2020 Chattogram
To always have control,
Live on deserted isle
No one to interrupt your sleep,
No one to ever judge your smile.
But give up your control
And hear words children sing,
You might just find a stranger's smile
Can be worth more than anything.
When you are in control,
Friends always disappoint,
And insignificant events
Can put your nose clear out of joint.
When you give up control
You're free to meet the day,
A shower doesn't bring you down,
And you participate in play....
The urge to keep control
Destroys your holidays
Shows fear that’s bottled up inside
And sullies pray’r when God you praise.
But give up your control
And just enjoy God’s plan
Give trembling brain a needful rest,
And trust instead God’s love for man!
Brian Johnston
Sept. 10, 2014
Is it manipulation or delusion
when you don't believe what I say
Do you want control of situations
because it's easiest your way
Only a weirdo would do that
it's so very strange
I ain't seen you for years
but you clearly ain't changed
This is why you're so confused
and don't know why we're estranged
the reality that you refuse
is unknown to your brain
A pathological liar and narcissist too,
It's probable you only see what you choose,
and that's why you tell people I left no clue,
my head filled with madness so the victim is you
But even though it's my fault
you're willing to help me get through
and you spread it like sea salt
fill opinions and minds as if it we're true
I've told you to get lost and made sure I don't see you,
you put it down to some mental collapse,
And you talk your lies motivated with a need too,
to people I cut out who never hear me speak the facts
They think we're still friends because you've made us appear to be,
and when I make it clear that I ended it years ago,
having to threaten you and offensively curse until you've a fear to see,
they think I'm weird the way you pretended to know
They've heard your story and been manipulated by it,
and only my harsh words which seem somewhat violent
And they say I've misjudged you with irrational hatred
They judge us through your lies I can leave them, you triumph
You're just a liar and lying is your achievement,
It's sad and it's dire we are completely different,
They believe you're a victim and soak up sympathy sent,
But you ain't got friends left every single one went
Soon as I'm notified Soup Mail has arrived
My pulse rate increases ten fold
The anticipation is more than this guy can bear
No matter how macho, how old
Something about wondering who it might be
An anonymous admiring lady
Or maybe it's just Drake sending me kudos
Maybe someone a bit more shady
A secret admirer with her love overflowing
Waiting to grant all my wishes
Dream on wee fellow, it's your conscience talking
Act normal, here comes the missus
Hello, little darling, is there anything new
Was just figuring out our taxes
It's just about that time of the year, sweet lady
D'ya think tax ladies have nice asses?
Blew it again, me and my big mouth
She won't ever let me out alone
It's a life in solitary confinement from now on
I should learn to control my groans
© Jack Ellison 2104
We like to plan our life
hoping the weather plays along
but climate change has it's own law
need new weather app can't be wrong
We pick our day to go out a trip
see the sun symbol on that day
that's the day that our trip will be
without a doubt come what may
Remember the rain coat and umbrella
just in case a little drop's from the sky
also take your sunglasses and sun hat
with the deck chair for a lie
So be prepared whatever the weather
to make the event work for you
you never know how it'll turn out
go and prove it all is true!
The understanding of respect can get twisted.
I dont care if your the parent, your child's choices cant be restricted.
Respect is not a given, it's something that is earned.
I dont care if you're blood family or not, that respect can be turned.
An adult child is no longer under your control.
Like they were a long time ago.
As parents, the acceptance of growing needs to be awarded.
Sometimes if it's not, you can make your relationship distorted.
Parents want the best for their children.
But if you push too much they will be hidden.
Respect the child and they will respect you.
I wish parents would understand this all the way through.
Just because your the parent, it doesnt mean your always right.
Eventually the relationship you'll lose, because their sick of the fight.
Your children's lives are there for you to teach and guide.
Not for you to insist on what they need to decide.
They will make their own decision and you cant stop them.
Even if their lifestyle is something you dont condemn.
You need to give your children a chance to live in the real world alone.
You need to accept the fact that they are grown.
You need to learn you cant make all their choices.
You need to know your child is not voiceless.
Let it be and let them be the parent to their own kids, and live their lives.
And if something bad happens to arrive.
Let them learn and not put them down.
Because then when it comes to you they may no longer want you around.
She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.
We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her life was simple and joyless after that; we did not see her much.
you start out cold and lonely,
then you meet this someone
new.
he tells you what you want to
hear,
your heart he will consume.
you think you are doing right,
by giving everything away,
he says that he will be yours,
forever from this day.
'you cant wear that',
'thats too tight',
all these things,
lead to numerous fights.
he has your heart,
you love him so,
but all these fights,
have got to go.
you spill your heart,
tell him how you feel,
he says you deserve better,
but his love is so real.
you dont want to accept it,
although in your heart you
know,
at the end of the day,
you think of letting go.
you still cant cope,
with the heart break,
so you think all the fights,
are worth the ache.
he consoles you,
when your days have gone bad,
then you do something wrong,
something that makes him
mad.
here we go,
fighting again,
at this point,
i need a friend.
none of them want to listen,
because you've pushed them
away,
you need them back,
this might be the day.
'im sorry baby',
'i need you',
you believe him,
so what do you do?
tell him its okay,
when really its not,
the fights dont get better,
they just get more hot.
i cant take this anymore,
its driving me insane,
'im sorry, sir,
but you cant put me through
this pain'
its over now,
you're back to point a,
you're feelings for him,
They start to fade away.
It all comes down to
Do you believe more
in enlightening original Earth creation stories
or
in empowering messianic passion narratives.
What comes down
inhaled
drawing in light
may reasonably appear like a monotheistic weapon
to avoid patriarchal-capitalist loneliness
loss
What goes out
exhaled
empowering polytheistic tools
to embrace polypathic-cooperative
co-passions.
What are we coming down and up
in and out toward?
Life,
love,
purpose,
destiny, I suppose,
whether secularly and democratically
universally enlightening multicultural stories
or sacredly and theistically
unitarian narratives
co-empathically empowered.
Yes, I see
your massive LeftBrain verbal story
Truth OR Fiction
AND then raise our RightBrain cooperating feelings
mythically narrating more.
And when you tear
open my rib cage
I'd like for you to
make me something
beautiful
The bearings of my
insides I hope are
useful to you
I hope I am useful to
you.
I played that game and played it well till it brought me here today.
As a child exposed and vulnerable for protection the blanket would stay.
I wrapped it around me tightly and clung through years untold,
manipulating and controlling behind this shield of gold.
I choose to see no further and exploited every stitch
till it lay in threads around me, yet still I re wove and knit.
As time went on half clad I bared the dark side of my soul
but turned my head and stooped so low to make that blanket whole.
I wore it thin, nine lives it lived till that fabric was no more
and the threads I used for cover bore a festering open sore.
C-leanliness
L-ets
A-trocious
I-nfection
R-etreat
E-rasing
C-oronavirus
O-nce
N-eatness
C-ontains
E-erie
P-andemic
C-ontrolling
I-ts
O-nerous
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Claire Concepcion (June 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There's no minute in the day
that I don't think about her;
I've been bewitched
by eyes that hold
their spell on me...
being away from her
is endless despair.
Controlling my madness
is not an easy task,
it's wearing a mask
and make believe I'm fine;
it could be a warning of jealousy...
something I'm not aware of: unless
I look inside myself and dive
in the waters of doubt asking for mercy,
hoping they won't confine...
and leave me without breath,
expecting the arrival of death!
I concentrate on my work,
but it doesn't help a bit,
my glance is stuck on the clock:
time stands still and makes me angry;
I try not to distracted myself
from what I'm doing,
I might as well be deaf
not hear her calling,
not seeing her happy smile...
ah, that's a horrible feeling!
I should get away from here and be
be in those arms all the while!
Controlling my madness
takes deeper awareness,
that indisputable trust
in faithfulness that I doubt a lot;
controlling my madness
is painting a gray sky in blue shades,
but underneath it shows gloominess...
no, nobody can change it's mood of sadness!