I fear to be Here
You make me feel spooky
Your greyed hue laid me in cist and
Chaos of headlights gore the peace
they reminisced,
How he dumped me like a trash
I repel to feel bygones allures,
What tasted like Himalayas.
When you painted me in blood and prised,
Like a god of devour.
And that one night, it purloined my
drape, frilly and virginity
Here in this basement,
inside his car with mirth!
Within this world I live, is ascertain destruction of humankind.
The crystal ball has reveal to me a blaze in time.
The strongest man will not overcome.
The world is within a universe he formed.
The abyss is a cist a chamber that destroys.
Neolithic buildings are built for burial, the tombs surrounds.
Our life is afflicted by what we see.
Gorged to not scream
Productive is the ravine.
Waters - those jet streams possesses the body with such gift, is seen inside.
While eyes look through the washout, the smile does not shine.
The eyes become black on The Street of Catiline.
This time is over now.
The truth has transgressed.
The house, the phones, the batteries are all disable.
Yet man with all his might will not let go of yesterday.
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Penned on May 12, 2014!
Such an overwhelming,heartwrenching disease
from a baby,a parents pain,sheilded yet knotted inside
non facial expressions,no tears,no laughter
how do you detect the mood of your infant.
Discovered from a cist on the brain
a young mum, to finalize her vital exams
grandma`s love, family and friends too
help make this possible.
A non existant forward, it may seem
weeks of contiuous tests,hearts full of hope
proven that it can be overstepped
grown teenager speaks of his ordeal
Today is the day,that consultant is seen,apprehensive,nrevous
tears of joy,negative test, a normal life,others not so lucky
Paul Beadnall for Brian Strand`s ( free verse contest) 19/7/2011
O’death is it ye who comes,
Knocking at destinies door.
Do you not fear what she,
May usher from her lips,
Or hold in her hands.
O’death cist your persist for,
You to might be given breath and a soul to hold.
Yet such a gift can be taken,
As soon as it was given by, another.
For you to o’death will and,
Shall be guided towards heaven or hell.
for it was written and said from the lips of............
God called a loving mother home,
leaving a husband and two children on this earth to roam.
One day the father meet another,
which was also a mother!
There was love and peace,
but it was soon to cist.
For father ask another to be his wife,
changing everybody's feelings and way of life.
The bitterness and lies
caused hurt under watchful eyes.
Never any trust caused the love to turn to hate.
Now it's destoryed, no mater how you wipe the slate.
Unable to become a united seminally,
shows we will never be a true family.
Your cold and windy love
fit once like a glove
now you out and about
With what's his name
Your cold and selfish love
You once appeared to me
as an angel from above
Now we've given up on us
Your cold self-serving love
It smothers us to a dismal mist
your now latching on to my life
like an awful painful cist.
Well I guess I should be
man enough to take the awful blame
I know, cause your in there somewhere
and your really still the same.
My self-centered ego
won't let me proclaim
I just all along wanted
from you to be just a dame.
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