In a quiet corner of a crowded town
Don't bear the blame with heads bow down
Mistake — If not yours
Then it's not yours.
Trust yourself and stand beside you
For no one knows you; better than you.
Sleep, my soul—you’ve cried enough.
The blame you carry is not your stuff.
Love and hatred—a double-faced coin,
Be it anything, you will be fine.
Be kind to you,
For they know not your war
They know not your journey,
Nor your inner scar.
If intention is pure
Just walk through with a smile
Bleeding all the way
you came across many a mile.
How long will you punish your soul for their mistake ?
Give some time
for the wound to break.
Morning shouldn't find you despair,
Rise again,with head held high in your own flair.
The venom drips, a sugared lie,
A serpent's smile behind your eye.
You claim to cherish, hold me dear,
While whispering poison in my ear.
A double-faced, deceitful thing,
The cruelest song a hater sings.
For open foes, at least, are true,
But you? You wound me through and through.
I bled for love, a sacrifice,
Poured out my soul at any price.
But every drop, a sharpened dart,
To tear apart my fragile heart.
Each tender offering turned to pain,
A crimson tide, a pouring rain.
My heart, once soft, now forged in fire,
Tempered by pain, fueled by desire,
To shut it tight, a tungsten tomb,
Where no more love can find its room.
I've tasted lies, and felt the sting,
Of shattered trust, betrayal's wing.
So let me be, in solitude,
Where no false love can intrude.
I'll build my walls, and lock the gate,
And seal my heart against its fate.
For loneliness, a cleaner pain,
Then love's deceit, again, again.
I'd rather be alone and strong,
Then suffer love's relentless wrong.
The serpent's hiss, a venomous dart,
Is honest hate, a tear right to the heart.
But you, you whisper honeyed lies so sweet,
A camouflage, a cunning, cruel deceit.
You smile so wide, a painted mask of care,
While in your eyes, a chilling, vacant stare.
You pat my back, you offer words of praise,
And plant the seeds of doubt in countless ways.
The open foe, I know where they will strike,
Their hatred burns, a flickering, harsh light. I brace myself,
I steel against the blow, at least their malice, I can surely know.
But you, dear friend, are a viper in disguise,
Your poison spreads beneath my very skies.
You bleed me slowly, with a gentle touch,
A double-faced betrayer that's what you are.
You're the worst kind of hater, who likes to stay hidden behind closed walls,
You whisper made stories that should never be told.
I rather have an honest hater, though bitter, they are still truer, than hollow love, projected false by you.
My muse rejoices in claiming that she's 'double-faced,
meaning she's comfy wearing leather or fancy Alencon lace.
Rebellious, she urges me to write lines of a violent battle
then she'll steal my pen to scribble some flowery prattle.
She floats through my mind's gate to dance in my garden
and returns several days later, begging for my pardon.
She makes me laugh when she suggests a frivolous word
and clucks her tongue at me when I tell her it's absurd!
I dare not trade her in for a muse who's much less inclined
to be synchronized with my bipartisan frame of mind.
I never know which personality my muse will display.
If you're asking if I have another one ~ I must say, "Nay!"
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Double-sided mirror
Deceptive reflections
Void of truth and beauty
Faith a small-time felon
Captured in a tight snare
Beyond pleasure and pains
Purchased books not read
Portraits not painted
Houses without roofs
A nonfunction heart
Stagnated living
Showing cold love
Unresponsive
To blank feelings
Reprimanded
Double-faced
Characters
Manifested
Human
Beings
Cruel
I’ve lost all my faith
Meeting people who were double-faced
Who caring nothing, except their money
Even if I’m simple and naive
Love leads me to believe
That everyone will find the land of milk and honey
I’m 22 years old
Seems that I’m already big girl
But I’m so far from realizing
If I did wrong or right
I can’t see the final light
My future seems so unsurprising
surprising
I wanted to know
Who I was, who I am
But I’m afraid of what I’ve become
Mistakes, fails and falls
Like scars on my heart
They prove nothing new
Under the sun
Almost lost all my faith
But I’ve met people who ain’t double-faced
Who caring ‘bout me, forgetting ‘bout money
They helped my dreams, they are my stars
I’ve found the land of milk and honey
I hate to look in the mirror
Afraid to see the truth
My conscience isn't clear
I play fast and loose
I know I changed my identity
When I was chasing my dreams
My face expresses serenity
When I fall into sins
I want to see old Alice
Just look into her eyes
To know what made her callous
First place is her cash prize
I've used to be so cruel
'cause I have learned one phrase
If you desire something
Dog eat dog is your praise
You know I want to win
You're sure I'll never lose
Forget about the values
Forget about the rules
Suppose, I'm double-faced
I was good, but that's bad
Old Alice knows the secrets
I wish I could forget
Thoughts;
They live in an amazing prison,
That has no cops, no judges and mission.
They know no bounds,
Estranged and constantly growl.
They are locked inside forever,
In the back compartment of the mind.
It imprisons them,
and often keeps them disguised .
Now you know,
How a double faced human brain is designed.
Pain is a double-edged sword
Like life
Like love. ?Pain and rage
is hell. ?You can choose Pain
Over your Dreams. ?
Love is a double-faced. ?Like life.
You can hold it.
Like an unknown object.
Soul is changeable,
Like Everything else.
It is time
For you
To choose.
There is a girl, always alone in a side,
A few really know her, but none knows her hides.
She laughs. She loves. She screams. She flies at times,
Though to see her real face, no one tries.
No. She is not double-faced. She is just in a veil,
All she needs is a soul without any guile.
Years its been, still I have never gone through her,
Years I have to go, still I feel unworthy for her.
Maybe I am not all she needs to unveil,
I lack the purity, the chastity she needs, to reveal.
Where does she stay, are you not wondering?
Let me tell you, she stays nowhere but within me.
Yes, she is the girl hidden beneath my covering,
The one, whom I have still not found, my discovery is continuing.
A Southern voice,
From a Northern city,
Life is harsh,
There is no pity
You beg
You crawl...
You cry your way out...
No one would come to your safety,
No one would dare,
It is all grey selfish...and blur
No shoulder to lean on..
To tell your story and mourn,
It is all a cruel world,
It is all...an enmity.
You 're alone,
But not on your own,
Thousands like you are calling,
There are thousands like you who are struggling,
In this worldly life,
In this double-faced doll,
Good and evil, Ugly and pretty.
You are cruel and stopped counting your treasons
You're respected Muslim nevertheless.
You don't need to give yourself a true reason
To pray, it's scheduled five times nonetheless.
You do not appreciate expensive wine
Although you drink yet you abstain from pork.
Minaret calls for prayer, its surface shines,
The mosque is atop. "Now left at this fork!"
Passing empty field, a small town, then uphill
Following neighbours and your dear loved ones.
The sight of an old cripple gives you a shrill,
His look is strict but begging you to come.
The view is of artsy brush of Monet, Claud,
Quiet murmur is prayer of imam.
In distance majestic Christian Ararat
Is hypnotizing. Now here it's Islam.
Story goes back a century, it's a while,
Thank God, the world remembers genocide.
Human's Id is nibble, double faced and vile,
Armenians hold their heads up with pride.
Paul
Husband of Sheila, Father of Kirsty and Paul-Mark,
Grandfather of Valentina, teacher, and friend
Son of Pauline and Nazarene, brother to six siblings:
Joseph – Angela – Carmel – Catherine – Victor – Maria Concetta
Lover of freedom, honesty, dreams, dark chocolate, nuts, red wine, and windmills
Patient and diplomatic, but like a dormant volcano is liable to erupt
Enjoys sports, swimming, walking, travelling, reading, writing, painting, and drama
Detests lies, double-faced people, wars, cheats, bullying, and vandalism
Who feels for those in need, the persecuted, and the marginalized
Who fears loss of countryside, betrayal, hate, suffering, and dementia
Who would like to see tomorrow’s dawn, peace on earth, beyond the mountain peak,
Resident of Safi village, Malta, Europe
Callus
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17th October, 2014
Contest: Bio Poems
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Placed: 1st
SHAME
Pretending what is not
avoiding what is so,
in learning how to do the things
to fool all those you know.
Breaking all the rules you make
The game you've played so well
Intemidation at its worst
is all you have to tell.
Your multi faces are well known
though you think you've spied
and fooled the least of hearts of man
not seeing how you've lied.
Our country tis of thee, tis writ
but double faced lives on
and trenchcoats in our parking lots
will never they be gone?
You've fooled the black community
who put you in this place
betrayed each heart, who love you so
admitting never your disgrace.
© 2013 Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
These days I’ve been
Feeling sad
I feel something akin
Inside of me that is bad
I fake a smile
From time to time
They never thought for a while
Will he be able to climb?
My wounds don’t bleed
So they think that I’m happy
With these words that I knead
My end is near so don’t worry
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