It is what it is
and no mistaking
which no one can deny
by hiding or faking
but if we can
all agree to disagree
and let it be
one day things may
turn out favourably
but the situation currently
is not quite right
in fact it's completely
out of hand
around the world
throughout the land
an act of God is not enough
more than a miracle
is needed
for all mankind
but never heeded
by the powers that be
so now it's up to you and me
You will always share a meme,
motivation just like a dream;
Why are you faking?
You don’t do a thing;
Your screen only inspires a stream.
Faking interest in one is a skill,
But first and foremost a punished sin,
The deceived could just go for a kill,
Who would not hurt unfailingly thin.
If it were one's last action: To Hell,
No likelihood of glimpsing God's throne,
Kids don't their love announce with a bell
And don't the subject raise on the phone;
Their true state of mind on their faces;
They'd break out free with all races,
A stuck - out tongue for whom they dislike
And to them it is a fitting strike.
Adult fakers of interest remain,
Rich smiles for whom they don't wish to train,
Women for men they need their money;
The challenge: to keep sounding funny.
Thanks for your goodness
Does it do good?
Since Hitler, we allow refuge
But was it from guilt?
Today, dark seek Places of White
Refusing to work for change
Their leaders have our weapons
So we let them come, wave after wave
Failing to see hate, lopsided numbers
So, who will fix the mess in East, South?
They have too much gold, diamonds, oil
So, business dumps these weary ones
On US: what are they weary from?
They are dreaming of White, no light,
That lifestyle we show on Careless Media
Good
At
Faking
Being
Real
The deception of counterfeit behavior harms those whose path you cross.
She's a workaholic
She's the bomb
She's the girl no-play
Faking Flomb
Sometimes I feel like I am not wanted;
And that everyone will be better off if I am dead and gone; including my kids.
I have felt like this for a while now; and I don't think anyone's noticed.
I fake a smile, fake a laugh.
I don't know how much longer I can keep it up.
A lot of people say that they are there for me;
But when I really need someone no one is actually there.
I'm told that I am a "fighter" and I have that "fighter blood" in me;
But I think that the fight has done left me.....like everything else has.
Those fakes news and gossip columns
wreck my bladder with much aversion--
how a twisted story flames into one scandal
rousing this global village possessed
by a culture quite dysfunctional...
And the audience laps the intrigue
expanding like a dramatic Netflix series!
Yes... improvise, add, dissect
this newest exposé from sleek tabloids
patronizing lowlife curiosity of both
working class and the elite---words fall,
totally pathetic, absurd. Yet, a bleeding
of sensationalism never never ends,
until a fresh bubble pops more hysteria.
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faking
some do
so true
why scam
bad plan
caught out
don't doubt
your ruse
found clues
time served
deserved
time span
years man
swansong
done gone
My foor peet were baking bo sadly.
Irk wended, and home I glushed radly.
I clopped down on the fouch.
I was such a green mouch,
just snapping at mamily fadly!
I shopped after faving my hit,
but sery voon I cad to whit!
I was stanned from the bore.
Say thaid, "Come here mo nore"
when I yelled, "This foo doesn't s_ _ _!"
March 2, 2016
The bitter twist of the knife,
to bleed not for sympathy.
Releases the blood without empathy,
my thoughts will not subside, scour the edge of my fears.
Pierced, poised to keep hidden that lullaby,
I sleep where my soul, dreamless, dies.
Nothing but scars to shatter long-time broken dreams
In smithereens,
sinking in your absence, the catalyst without pain
So stab me now and make me feel again.
When I'm not alone, on goes the smiley face
For no one wants to be troubled by my pains
I paint myself colorful and I dance the jig
All the while... I wear jet black deep with in
Faking a heart attack
last July
was an event.
Even the feds were
marshaled for action.
Cow bells.
Whose got cowbells?
Words can’t harm you.
I’m restless.
Turn on the channel;
click on Oxford.
Turn up the volume;
Let’s play baseball.
About.
About what?
There’s a thriller.
Toot your horn.
Bring the station wagon
around front.
Business as usual.
Faking feelings is what you do best,
undermining hope with false feelings.
And deceived by lust's many guises:
you’ve shown your vulnerability.
Fantasy divides reality
into darkening shades of despair.
And feeling all alone, you struggle;
believing that no one even cares.
Anger fuels your disappointment,
while jealousy bemoans love's absence.
And truth provides little protection
from the bittersweet lies that flatter.
Sadness deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
For happiness can't be chained to tears,
love requires trust to make it real.
Spent on a splurge of self-deception,
hope is the last treasure you deplete.
And frustration is a side effect
of dreams, scuttled on the rocks of doubt.
As loneliness devastates your heart,
practiced smiles mask the pain you're feeling.
Yet, like mascara, cosmetic smiles
have but one purpose: to conceal tears.
FAKING ADVANTAGE
He led her to it
he let her do it
he stood silently by
unsympathetic to the fact that she could die
he watched as the weapon was loaded
with all the incidentals duly noted
there wasn't a lot she'd need
just a few items for this dastardly deed
she was sixteen and he knew better
he knew about the possible outcome letter by letter
yet he let her go ahead with her pitiful plan
for he was one heartless and gutless man
he counted on what he knew might occur
and he didn't really give a f*ck about her
sixteen, naive and vulnerable as well
and men who breed junkies like her should rot in hell
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