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When streams of paper roses,
bleed bitter fragrances,
evil mists of leaves slowly fall,
drifting along autumnal 
breeze of yesterdays.

And i question
unseen dirt trapped
between sharpened thorns:
what if the sun,
at the end of your horizon,
seems brighter
than the skies in my mind? 
What if days are a little longer
than the spoonful of quiet nights
you’ve fought? 
Would you still paint
hollow bones of every skeleton
in your glass closet,
with black and white traces
flickering through
sociopathic holes and into
the windows of your rusted soul?

But what if, all this time,
you’ve been seeing silver linings
through ruby tinted glasses,
whilst steadying
your befogged sight with the core
of the devil’s unspoken mantras?
Maybe, the fault is in what flows
beneath your thick flesh,
that refuses to let redolent air
to rush in, 
unless wicked winds
orchestrate songs of your
delusional manifestation. 

So unlock the rails of
your iron heart,
follow me to the fields
of fluorescent fuchsias;
for I’ve always dared
to speak invisible visions
of my scarlet desires,
as I run with teal green wildflowers,
where pleasure spells my name
across lawns
in soft lavender dusks.

I fear no mourning monsters
dressed in golden feathers;
virtual vultures 
speaking in demonic dialects,
waltzing with energy vampires. 

They pretend to be angels
of cyan eden, oblivious
to the burning hell they reek,
exhaling scripted sentiments
of sanctimonious metaphors. 
Whilst rhyming with a 
cruel conscience,
seeking for meaningless endings.
They craft empty 
expressions in
ghostly recitations,
revised to ruin 
every starry sphere, 
where achromatic ink-sanity, 
remains reluctant to 
follow me and my moon.

America, Oh America

AMERICA, OH AMERICA

America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.

America, oh America!

VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
Form: Narrative

A Greased Eel In a Vat of Astroglide

Slipperier than a Greased Eel In a Vat of Astroglide
That Hillary’s sociopathic streak is a mile wide
In case you haven’t noticed, the fix is in
But her followers love her even if she’s guilty as sin
We all think she should be a woman of greater convictions 
Both moral and criminal, given her total lack of friction
She’s got a layer of Teflon thicker than Gotti
And to the Secret Service, a mouth full of potty
She looks crookeder than even a barrel of snakes will
Phonier than A William Jefferson Clinton three dollar bill

7/24/16
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Form: Couplet


Unmarked Grave - Still Alive

Last flickers of a dying flame still burn 
I strain to see every bitter remembrance     
lain before my feet     
pain stained mendacious propaganda       
blackened and singed upon my soul     
      
words have risen and taken toll     
right or not, secrets have been sold     
out of mind into the hands of masses     
such asses, cutting out the tongues of old     
      
forcible suppression unfurled     
into self-made sterilization     
white sheets billowing in the wind     
masking an unpure infantile soiling of intellect     
      
sociopathic manipulation     
senseless stripping down of the senses     
we're utterly defenseless     
      
gather round as smoke heaves       
and smothers imperious will and wit     
free thinking dies as another chapter     
cries out and is carried       
to an unmarked grave
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Fake Friends

In this world of fake things
Where nothing is real

Nothing is authentic
And the market rules us all

There is no room 
For real friendship

We are all using each other
To get ahead

So we pretend to be friends
All the time 

Plotting against our so called friends
To get ahead 

The market rewards the most vicious
Sociopathic values rule the market

Friendship is for wimps
And losers

Those winners end up 
Alone all alone

For they have no real friends
But boy do they have real enemies

For in this fake world of ours
Perhaps hate is the one real emotion 
That has survived
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Secret Lover

"Secret Lover"

Fight to live and never stop,
Give it hell till the casket drops,
Break these chains and find my self, 
Shake this habit for my health,
Don't believe him when he lies,
Bitter sweetness my demise,
On my arms he leaves his mark,
Peaceful chaos in the dark,
Silent assassins claims another,
Innocent tears missing their mother,
Stolen away like a thief in the night,
Oblivious numbness fades into light,
Addicted to the peace found in the pain,
Kept in secret and Hidden in shame,
 I fill the sting I see red cough and drift away,                     
Like a fool I chase this dragon though I need to slay,
With every kiss he steals some life taking from me breath,
Temptation whispers in my ear lies of a beautiful death,
I beg him To go but he knows Im lying, 
Tainted is his love killing its certain I'm dying,
Every move he makes always in silence, 
Im a wiling victim of his domestic violence, 
Realization of illusion my distorted reality,
Sociopathic addiction and forgotten Fatality, 
At first I believed him guess just blind ignorance,  
Now Searching for his presence found in a rinse,
On a mission to escape although its imprisoned relief, 
Aware of true intentions and recognized is this Greif, 
Press on to the finish and beat these odds,
Memories soon to fade of a junkies' nods,
Stay strong and endure this rough weather, 
For myself for my little ones gotta do better,
No EPO to keep him at bay,
Left with my thoughts so on my knees I pray,
Turn to God this time and really try,
Make a choice to live and not to die,
I must face him this monster that haunts,
Lingering In the shadows I hear his taunts,
I call him hank but he has many,
Call him what you will his names are plenty,
He is the one who takes my soul, 
In truth he bought it some time ago, 
The one that takes but doesn’t give, 
The most feared predator to date to live,
Addiction shows to me no mercy,
Craving just a taste unquenched left thirsty,
Ill get it right I'll win this battle ill shine, 
And keep on fighting this fight,
that wasn’t ever meant to be mine.

                       -amber smith
Form: Lyric


Sociopathic Father

Pain was something that a man loved to inflict.
He had four daughters and he was very strict.
He demanded control of his wife and daughters.
He had two Son-In-Laws who he slaughtered.
He murdered his first Son-In-Law for the life insurance money.
And he got twice as much cash because it was Double Indemnity.
When he blew off his hand for the insurance money, they wouldn't pay him anything.
So when he decided to decapitate himself, it was all for nothing.
He was eventually brought to justice for the evil that he inflicted.
But he wound up not going to prison even though he was convicted.
He staged his death to look like murder but he actually committed suicide.
He was a very dangerous and evil man, that's something that can't be denied.
The things he did were too horrible to contemplate.
He left this world at the age of 54 in March of 1978.

(This is a true story)
Form: Rhyme

The White Knight

The White Knight
Intrepid and sly.
Has a screw loose. 
Aptly,
Rattling, obsessively.
Somewhere,
In his shattered avatar.
He believes that he is a god. 
A god of women.

Of needy goddesses who are full of holes, 
  curves, dips and lips. 
To fill. 
With white. 
Of course.
Beautiful promises and lies, 
  morph like thunder flashes, 
and showers of fireworks shot with fear and pain, 
screaming, burning evil. 

He'll lick their pain to get the licence to bed them.
Over. 
And over again.
It's not consensual.
Without. 
Truth.

The couch.
The basin.
The carpet.
The bonnet.
The pathetic whimpering.

The controller waits in silence.
Believing. Becoming,
The toxic messenger.
His alibi. The dark
perpetual screaming one.
Surrounded by demons in negative blues.
The grim reaper possessed will dispossess him.
Over and over, 
As he dispossessed her
Over and over.
The game they play.
To throw others away.

The sociopathic discarders
Survive a disguise of lies
To help you
From imperfection,
To dazzling beauty
With a final plunge
Into destruction
Deftly manipulated 
 to engender guilt, suicide, 
And feed deranged ego's.

His joy.
Her happiness.
Never amiss.
His bliss.
Her switch.

Premium Member Integrity of Empathy

Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?

Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature's intelligent form
from integrity's internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?

How could universal Yang's empathy
not include unitarian Yin's integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA's and older RNA's decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?

Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?

Venting

I am unappreciated by you and you show no remorse
                            Of couse not you do no wrong
                        You God damned Sociopathic jacka$$
              Your the only one who damn well matters 
                       arent ya ,you pig headed imbusal
                                Im gonna rip your heart out 
                                oh wait... you dont have one
                                    So guess that doesnt work
              Why dont you just go play in traffic,
                        like some common retard would do
               but I guess you fit to well into that catagory
                         you simple minded fool
              How dare you treat me so
                         How dare you 
              ill oughta sell your organs on the blackmarket
                           Im not the one 
                  dont fall asleep ,or it'll death that you reap

Premium Member Lie About Lying

The moral compass is spinning
Democracy’s light is dimming
The country faces ruin
The lies just keep on coming

No honour, dignity or integrity remains
In this government that fails and wanes
Scraping the bottom of the barrel 
Our leaders are the worst kind of self-important, sociopathic rabble

Lies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just keep feeding the lies to the dim witted.
Make sure we get all their money.
Let them starve and suffer, it’s so funny!

Throw parties while they’re dying.
Laugh and joke while they’re crying.
Lie about anything and everything.
Lie about lying. 
Let the people die crying because thanks to us England is now dying.

To Whatever End

In the world of fallen angels
The other kind of daredevils
Seeking the world’s attention
Competing for world domination

This is the moment to believe
In something more, to be brave
When life is a misty blair
Uncertainty stifles the air
Under such immense pressure, 
To defend what we treasure

Try hard not to sweat
Swallow hard to wet the dry throat,
This is a ticking time bomb
Sensitivities brushed with a fine comb
My thinking starts to clear
Amidts memories that brings a tear

Sitting on a potential disaster
A sociopathic monster
I must get away from here
I look for the nearest door

I walk with fear in my heart
A 'can’t help myself feeling’ I’m bait
I know it’ll only drive us apart
I see my anthropology in his hate
I yell out, “Foreigner” 
But he’s no stranger
Although he acts alien
I choose to call us brethren

I believe in the science
More than the obvious sings
Of peace coming forth
To desolve this mammoth
Back to the undesirable past
And move forward together fast

That I must do my part
To help set right the fight
I’ll take the first step
To bring this to a stop
And reach out my hand
To make an enemy a friend
Form: Lyric

Sociopathic Love

Sociopathic Love


Don't worry before He’s done with you; He‘ll ravage you
Not just physically but through his words both twisted and firm
If you could only accept that he decides when the game ends;
You'd realize an escape is just as much of an illusion as the man you think you know

Nothing can save you from this game
The lies will roll off his chameleon tongue as he reflects everything you've shown him
He’ll pour metaphors filled with an elusive pitch; deep inside the intimate spaces that fill your head

He'll patiently watch your every move
As you squirm with denial and try to claw your way past the anger
Just as you desperately try bargaining for release
He’ll watch you drowned in hopelessness, lost without the reflection you saw in him

It's a game you won't even realize you've been playing until he decides it's over
He'll know every piece of you by then
Especially the pieces he easily replaced well you were mesmerized in your own reflection
He’ll move on to his next prey soon and only then will you'll start to awaken
He thinks you'll never find all the pieces he planted; you'll never be whole without him 

As his eyes trace the contours of your acceptance
He’ll know at the precise moment he's broken you
As he watches your will bend pliantly to his
Making you just another possession he never really wanted
Then he’ll finally release you out of boredom
Leaving you lost without the mirror you helped him create
Wondering why the piece’s you're picking up won’t fit back together the way they once did

It’s then you’ll realize that he never knew how to love
He’s found his pleasure in the games he plays
Pleasure that calms the jealousy he holds against the emotions that he's unable to feel
Allowing him to walk away without remorse; leaving his victim in their darkest moment 
He's become bored with the people that surround him and confused by his own existence           To him love is only a game used to occupy time                                                               Whenever he decides the time is right it's simple

Game Over

Premium Member One Day He Will Turn Back

You should build a wall around your heart they told her
You are too trusting, too open, too vulnerable, naïve
She laughed thinking of a wall like that.

She was a Pollyanna, a Julie Andrews, Snow White.
She would have lived with the Seven Dwarfs gladly,
Or entered an old codger’s house to hang prisms.

Her open light was a beacon, which drew in a narcissist.
He was handsome, which fooled her, like it had fooled others.
She was whisked away, thinking it was a forever after.

It was a life of hell, for she never learned to build the wall.
Every day thinking this is the day he will turn back into the prince.
Not realizing she had married a sociopathic wolf.

Premium Member With Open Arms

Sweet soul sister
'Pon summer's day in a sunny city in America
native-born is she, sweet sister of mine
Soulful big eyes so kind 
An angelic face and cheeks of fuchsia
Rose the name should’ve given
They’d turn red when we played chase
Laughing aloud as we ran about our place, our home
Radiance, she owned, a climbing hybrid
Innocence and a joyful smile
She was a stunning flower, unassuming
blooming in all her glory 
The beautiful child that I once knew
This I kept inside all the while
To some who grow up in a hurry 
A life took that turn tout de suite
Sociopathic metamorphosing
When the thorns grew prickly, protecting itself 
The crimson rose if plucked shall bleed
On a journey cataclysmic, tabula rasa 
A seed, ill-natured unforeseen  
Nature vs nurture which one should I believe?  
Chilling vibrations keep on and on, running down my spine
I try forgetting you, as I pray for a way 
Your unholy decline became the wind of change
Whilst an open path gifted unexpectedly
We spoke of the recent death of our father 
As we caught up, an abrupt feeling left me
deflecting my life; a total mockery
Transcending joy and pain
Time heals they say that grief will lessen
It’s such a shame I’ve chosen to hold aloof
Yet time won’t let me rest 
Although my heart bellows it’s best
My strength for this bereavement 
diminishing, what’s left of you a catacomb, 
a shrine buried in my subconscious
I try to put at ease these cries for help
Or are the cries Jesus telling me 
There is no real solution
You are one of a kind, an exception
You must want Jesus too 
Until then, with open arms
I will always be here for you
May you be safe, free from harm
Remember me, sweet soul sister of mine
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