. shhlide rrrr
down'er
tuh there
stir
.)
Rage..rage rage.!!! Damn her' damn.. I just
Saw an old clip of the chattering classes
bimbo..Nimbo whatever i rage rage rage
In my mind and soul.' At her
atrosciousness, at the bloody mess she
Leaves in her wake.' Savage
is my chest.'
Is
the dish she did offer 'anti-dose'
give stuffed
With opportunity, to engender gen-o-cide
The dirty truth is seen, they will appear..
At this harridns death-bed the thousands
Of victims locked away to die alone.' The children
She terrorized.Before God a parody of
real empathy..With matricidal tones. Is it
Ten or thirty or fifty thousand you victimized
Reid.? Grrrr grrr oh my mind is bubbling
my spirit is eager to see her dis-harmony
And disconnection from balanced society
And stayt a right charlie he is also guilty.)
I carry this reminder everyday like a quiet shield inside me,
Shivanee,on days when the world feels louder than my own voice.
Of that fact I am alive, I am sure,even when my thoughts try to make me doubt my own standing in the world.
I wake up and move through expectations, comparisons, unseen pressures,
and sometimes I forget that none of it defines who I am becoming.
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"
and still I learn gently, slowly where I have been giving mines away.
There are moments I shrink without noticing,
letting the voices, memories, or silence decide my worth.
But then something in me pauses…
like breath returning after holding it for so long.
And I remember I am not what is said about me,
nor what I fear I am becoming.
I am simply here,learning to stand inside myself again,
without apology,without shrinking or validation from anyone,
The owl, sipping port in his study,
Perusing philosophy muddy,
Proclaimed “Kant is cant,
And read more I shan’t,
I well know a fowl fuddy-duddy!”
Can’t you see the tears in my eyes,
my dear?
Can’t you see me crying for your love,
my dear?
Tears come into your eyes for me,
I accept.
You care for me,
you look after me,
you worry when I fall ill.
But you adore him.
I am like the food on the menu,
he is like the dessert.
You always keep me on the menu.
There can’t be a menu without food,
but why can’t I be your dessert?
Twenty years of our togetherness,
I am blessed to be with you.
Why do you choose some days
to be alone with him?
Am I the familiar one,
and he the chosen one?
Am I the thorn,
and he the rose?
I can’t be bitter with you,
I love your presence.
Today may not answer everything,
but tonight reminds me
to choose peace and love.
Yaa just can't; save deisol or gasoline, they're dissappearing like time, and times
Unseen.' Gone with the wind..Yet with even
More drama.' Where politicans magic up
Their promises, and un-realisable panoramas..the have the glue it seems to
Me? yet not the pieces needed, also not and
As an extra to expectations, even a Clue.'
Here's my cant hear me rant...
these are not a few of my favourite things
as it makes those who say them
sound like ding-a-lings
when people preface each sentence with 'So'
respond 'That's a very good question'
in reply to my query
or consistenly repeat the words 'You know'
and 'Like' inserted arbitrarily
in every other expressed
phrase unnecessarily
leaves me thinking 'Similar to?'
then instead of 'Hello'
to others they are meeting
whether friends or strangers
think 'Hey' an acceptable greeting
yet in the English language
it's really quite the shift
when they lift a verb from a noun
one such example being 'Gift'
If we stayed in this dream forever, how could we ever wake back up?
We would end up prisoners in a nightmare;
Love would never allow that to happen!
Maybe thats why we cant stay....
Make mine epithet ( R T I P ) I'll leave it
To my devoted readers to surmise which
Piece is resting the better.? Or deeper.?
Thats if i've made it through; though? Oh
My.' I'm twisting and turning already.)
You know.? I alway hit a dead
End in lifes scene .' Maybe if not in death.? Oh well
What can we do.? You can never get away
From being shafted it seems.? Sweet dreams.)
The only time I feel alive
Is when I feel like Im about to die
Ive cried all the tears
I can cry
Voice gone from asking why
Holding hands running away
No goodbyes
Lost together losing ourselves
Too proud to ask for help
Tired & shotout
Full of regret & doubt
Drown out all of the screams & shouts
Fighting and don't even
Know what its about
The silence is so damn loud...
Whispers of love try to get
Through to you, like we speak
Different languages & don't comprehend
No energy left to pretend
..this can't be the end
Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
Asn’t
To learn of in your tomb
When we won?
When did you?
As my family mastered speech
You still cant!
Because we said so, so?
Diplomacy is ours
And your?
Whom’s
Not our’s, the oar’s
In the dead, they have liberty
My heart says fly, I can't, so I cry
Im free as a bird,
But i cant seem to fly...
Taking off is tiring,
Yet i am still trying...
I am still deciding
If i should take off,
Or if i should stay,
Forever wanting
Forever needing,
Just a little bit more
Than what my soul aches for...
If I can’t kiss you on the lips,
then I’ll kiss your forehead or maybe a kiss on the hand,
or the marks that are given when we are at a cross.
My love for you is never false,
I’ll grab you by the hand just to waltz.
Everyone will have their thoughts.
I don’t care,
because when I look at the stars,
I see us clear and this love will always be ours.
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