Best Visionarypain Poems
Where is it to which this comes from?
Some say it's in your head but some say other things instead.
Some even say it comes from the left side of your brain.
Some say it comes from else where or it's just in your head.
Where does it really come from?
Is it something in your head?
Who's really to say?
Some told me it was a pain.
Does that mean the same as ache instead!
Or is a pain something you experience when you prick your finger on the bed.
I don't know, I just know I've got this big headache my self and it points at you.
No'...Not to say you such a pain.
Wow' I think I just figured the headache problem.
And that's the pain.
You reckon it’s because it had rain.
Or maybe a snow came and you where to sick to sit and see it fall.
Is that what pain is or was it my thought?
It was that on the other end.
Through the phone calls I could tell.
Those with a head like that.
Who could tell whether pain or ache.
But I know for sure, you giving me headache.
That's ok; it wasn't from the prick you see.
It was that of the ring.
So I apologize if I have to hang up and run.
But I have to do something about this headache I've hung.
So I'm going to hang up now and run.
I do apologize, it's been fun....
You look me deep within the eye,
Your face holding a hungered cry.
I look into your gorgeous face,
You only want my luscious taste.
Your beauty crucifies my heart,
My self-esteem falling apart.
To hate myself is all I think.
You glare at me without a blink.
Then, your mouth opens wide,
And I’m not ready for this pain ride.
Your sharp teeth ready to bite,
Within thy neck with all your might.
My blood is falling to the floor,
The pain is feeling like a war.
No more can I see a thing.
I’m dead, you’re gone, but still thy king.
A real woman holds her family strong
Possesses much power under her arms
A real woman lets nothing stand in her path
Dose what she’s told no questions asked
According to tradition…..
I’m not a real woman, are you?
A real woman thinks of everyone else
Puts them all before herself
A real woman place is in the kitchen
Never talks but always listens
According to tradition…..
I’m not a real woman, are you?
A real woman has no dreams
Her dreams are reality
A real woman tends to her family’s needs
But can never be free
According to tradition…..
I’m not a real woman.....nor will i ever be!!
A real woman must tend to her husband
No matter how un-loving
A real woman holds her pain inside her
Even when pain sits right besides her
According to tradition…..
I’m not a real woman…..nor will I ever be!!!
Dearest Lord: Take away this pain inside and help your Love to be my quide,
for all along lifes roads I see pain and suffering all in front of me,
I will take your hand and fight though each day seems like night,
your Love will walk in front of me and clear the darkness for me to see,
I will abide by your rules Dearest Lord for those are our stronget tools
to Love and Cherish each ALONE as special beings from your own,
as I walk through this evil Lord place in my hand your righteous sword,
Made out of love and tenderness so I can do my very best.