you where
what you not
till LA diplomacy
became my habit
toxic offender
Britain's detainee
fleeing grey's
a runt in sign
ab stains in Russian
stoic without the light
nightmare i warred app
next bus to nowhere
findings inside papers i hide
can't re-cut the record
the cloths plain spent
too much filthy Irish ink to blink
i am a journalist
i am caring
.......MY LOVE.........
The way my heart is drubbing for you
I am not understanding anguish of love.
I tried to set my eyes on the sky.
But it was all written of your name.
My heart is spinning with you.
The world is crass without you.
I can not stay here without you.
You're the paste of my heart.
I can not understand this feelings anymore.
Your love is driving me crazy to commit crime.
I am a detainee in your world.
Is this what they really termed as real love?
I can no longer live this life without you.
The life without you is so dreary.
You're the only bee that eat me out.
Now, i am feeling it like petals of flower.
I repeat after you, you are my LOVE.
The waterfall, overflowing
So calm and content.
The wake into reality
Is time well spent
We release what others cannot
Yet to remember is to not forget
The wonders that capture us
In our mind is set.
I cannot reveal the feeling
Of my heart letting go.
It’s a visual combination
Of what I could only know.
The desire for forbidden love
Is only a dream that has not yet come true
And the stabbed who followed aimlessly
Finds their heart’s misery only grew.
So to limit forgetting
What we know is meant to be
Is to escape the world
Of being the detainee.
I will not be captured by the sword
I choose to erase for the moment
Cause as I lay in a puddle of hurt
I pray for their atonement.
I will now ease my time alone
The waterfall never fails to know
The magnificent feeling
Of letting go
for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines, art somewhat
now i am 58 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
Gentlemen, free freedom
Perpetual detainee it is
Release freedom to its natural home
That sovereign country of nowhere
I sought to grow a tree
Of two minds settled to agree
Expected to mature between two and three
Spanning yet at a higher degree.
For this goal I could crack my sinew and a knee
Yet my success I couldn't guarantee
Cause love is an open door that needs no key
For which many only try and see.
I was in a cloud of love where I couldn't foresee,
Losing track of myself, becoming a detainee.
In love I sat in glee
But from this same love, now I flee
Without reason of making a plea.
However, there is no reason to disagree
That love comes with a fee
And to such, we must conduct willingly
And adhere steadfastly
For life must be a loving spree.
You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide,
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved in the perks of a glider,
All coiled,all spoiled,
Save the foreign detainee,
Twist their beard to form a roiled,
Graded range of trainee,
Greeny python flying without wings,
We seven slide the scale for bills,
Paying the bills for a vine,
Branch....,Bear up a fruit at a time,
Though the lady terrified me,
I braided all my hair to a dread like,
They feel very funny,
But they get no penny,
Paying all the cost,
Read foe it's of the Lord,
Let me shout to the rendering of my living rod,
I'm saved,
With my hands opened up,
Backup the dead risen,
Pale reasoning in the head,
When you're taken at a time,or it's painful?
A date heroes rise,
Terrible creed about Christ,
We believe and receive humans,
Today is a wondered distance,
Nothing as a glance,
I'm the man who comes for vengeance,
Traveled in accordance,
All is opened,
I'll take your teeth when you withstand,
Weight drew......!
We'd rather put up with the ordeal
Isn't exile a pride?
You cannot judge us,
But merely respect us.
However much we forgive,
We cannot find consolation
Every day, we relive what happened.
Every day.
We still smell the stench of them
They came back many times
Each time, they...
Accused. Humiliated. Taunted. Tortured.
And our innocence was drowned
They should have killed us.
It's a miracle they didn't.
You know, a dungeon...
At first, you're like a child
Holding your fellow detainee's hand,
Feeling safe.
Then a time comes...
And it always comes
When your fellow detainee lets go.
You're lost,
Alone in the dark.
You cry out, but no one answers.
We struggled to survive
Deprived of adequate sustenance
Denied of grave and bed
Backbreaking days
In the sun and rain
And in those moments of deep despair
We had understood the meaning of Auschwitz.
As if our pain could have no ending
We keep dreaming...
After the release,
We'll go to find our families,
Wherever they may be.
We keep thinking about them
But can't tell anyone.
I have yet to walk across the stage
I’ve never journeyed through life unafraid
Bottled up anger, I’ve inhaled all my rage
Still my life resides in the first chapter
I’ve never conquered the courage to turn the page
I’ve never realized my vision, nor obtained my dreams
I settled at the bottom, living on crumbs
I’ve never climbed the mountain that leads to the top
I’m just wading at the bottom twiddling my thumbs
I have played in thorn filled meadows
Laid in pastures of untruth
I’ve imprisoned myself in a one woman cage
Sowed seeds in a gardens that never grew
A detainee of my own deception
Self sabotage brought me to this demise
My worth and dreams consigned to probation
A reality escapist, I ponder life in desperation
I awake to my destruction
This is my life
Am I still a Princess if I don't feel like one?
Confidence for blood
Which now has run dry, nearly gone
Can't tell which I dislike more,
Myself or these mirrors
Is there really an answer I am searching for?
So Princess Xia needs to shut down
Just for awhile
And take off this crown
That beauty which I once saw
Were all illusions in my head
In truth, its all a flaw
These hundreds of writes which I said were poetic
Are just words stringed together
It's all pathetic
I am no royalty
Not a princess for sure
Just plain me
Maybe I deserve a slap across the face
For chasing these wishes
Which were out of place
Not all wishes are meant to be caught
Some remain just that, wishes
That's what I have been taught
This is me
Riding the slope into depression
Becoming its detainee
for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines , art somewhat
now i am 52 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
I am an enemy combatant house detainee.
Surveillance cameras are placed in my apartment strategically
and a computer chip has been implanted in me surgically
which informs my government of my every locality.
It was decided not to incarcerate me.
I'm more useful working and contributing to the economy.
I've been judged a suspected enemy combatant because of what I believe
and my government sees that as a threat apparently.
What is this truth that I hold to be self evident?
My U S Constitution and Declaration of Independence.
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The above is a fictionalized fantasy,
but is well on its way to becoming reality.
It is not one's right but one's duty to dissent
when one's government has been over run with corruption.
Is pain really worth suffering so much that we're willing to loose it all?
Pills, drugs, alcohol break us down till we crawl.
Tears running down my face, haunting images of the past,
existing in the presence of others as a cast.
There is no therapy for me, for what I've seen and done,
anyone else would find the answers at the end of a gun.
I dare not cheat the one's who care for me or might even love me,
it is the only things that keeps me an obligated detainee.
What am I to do? To bear this suffering and no sanity for release.
My turmoil ignored by most is my curse,
I must endure the reality though be it perverse.
Justified anguish is obvlivious for most,
my burden to bear alone, illusive as a ghost.
The first day that across thee I came,
The detainee of thy love I became.
I know thou art beyond my reach
N’ over thee someone else hath claim;
But what shall I do of this nasty heart
Who reiterates just thy name!
My destruction, my ruin, all is mine;
Thou art not at all to blame.
Over my lips there plays a smile,
But in my heart there rises a flame!
If I’m not blessed with thy company,
Then for me, joy and sorrow are the same!
For separation is – as it seems – my fate,
I’ve set thy picture in my hearts’ frame.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I declare it with no fear or shame!