Yesterday a false dream was raised
It called for love
but through the shadows
the wherewithal changed
our fate was shamed
the new errant improbability
of guess work to welcome the bridle
This sap wells its tears
joined the race
little pilgrim forever lost in the sunset
of mans hope
asking if it is right
I
Hope dances in sparkling terms
II
Dashed justice equals ascerbic lives
III
Hope sparkles like false diamonds in South Africa
Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand
Jumped 40 glassy stories on command.
Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand.
Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide
Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides.
So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride,
(Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side),
Tossing constant comment diapers drenched with pride
To the beach where broken dreamers slept and died.
Before you fall,
you’ve got to stand
Your voice once stalled,
fates reprimand
The paradigm floats,
on swamps that drain
Where praise cries out
—false hope again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
When you fashion your hope on empty promise and expectation... play a sad song.
so, here's to thee
the ever so enchanting Lady Luck
may you make my dreams come true
and my nightmares disappear
but as of now, i (I) mean, as of so far
there has been only silents from you
must you stay so far away
must you be so far from view
would you, could you
take me
like food for thought (something that warrants serious consideration)
i (I) need to be consume by you
feasted on as if you were a ravenous she beast
drawn and quartered as a bloody and raw piece of rare meat
and may be then shitted out
as new
Before you fall,
you’ve got to stand
Your voice once stalled,
no reprimand
The paradigm floats,
on swamps that drain
Where praise cries out,
false hope again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
You smile.
You wave.
It's false hope,
You gave.
I loved.
I hoped.
You rejected.
I coped.
My heart.
My soul.
Is jaded
You know.
(From)
You're smile.
You're wave.
The false hope
You gave.
Deeper and deeper the blade goes in each night,
Holding on to the renominates I call my life,
Losing my grip with each passing day,
Thinking, hoping there is another way,
Tired of fake smiles, and all the I'm fines,
They can't see the pain I'm in and all the silent cries,
But I don't know how much longer I can cope,
How much longer I can believe in this false hope.
My mind is racing, the world around me is spinning.
Time is slowly passing by.
I think I am in that place again, I tell myself but I'm not really sure where that is.
It's been four months since I last felt your lips against mine.
I started smoking cigarettes again but I can't burn the taste of your lips.
It wreaks like whiskey and false hope.
It's like i'm drowning but I just won't die.
It's been four months but i'm back where I started.
I'm staring at these blank walls around me
It's like they Are crashing upon me yet I don't want to move.
Everyone around me is living while i'm losing grip of reality, As I fall to the ground.
I wake up 6 hours later. I guess I need to take more next time.
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walk around the edges and meet me at the corner
there is a place that makes some killer 4 cheese macaroni dots
we can order baby back rib subs as well and get our favorite salads with it
please do not make that face at me....i am going crazy out my mind missing me some you
i find myself planning ways to get you all to myself
i find myself on the computer wanting to book some place oceanfront so badly
i find myself writing things that never really happened with hearts of many sizes drawn on all sides
i find myself lying to people i am close to just give myself some type of false assurance
i cannot control the shaking
i cannot control the profuse sweating
i cannot control the urge to free myself sane
i just want to take these rough edges and smooth them all out perfectly
however when it is too late....it is just too late....
tomorrow is your wedding day....and all i can do is watch you walk away with your head held high....without one word to me....
my forever dreams are now and forever nevermore....i choke from the smoke in the air
Fate and the False Hope
Arrow of fate flies silently straight
targeted mark is found never too late
Man thinks himself master of his fate
forever the fish takes in hopes bait
Time clouds storm right on along
men, ants in a loud, dusty throng
Vanity stirs in such shallow hearts
unmindful of Fate's piercing darts
Burrowing deeply into their mound
seeking treasure never to be found
Their Queen , mistress of dark lust
deep down epic lamentations or bust
Fate flows readily into the dark deeps
man wickedly schemes even as he sleeps
Robert J. Lindley 09-11-2014
So now with all the goals you set
Times run out
You sit and fret
The novels that just drained your time
Apparently ain't worth a dime
And the query's that were mailed
Clearly all that effort failed
Do you have the strength again
To just sit down and use your pen
Give it just another try
Fore you dry up
And just die
Or close the door
And walk away
And take a job
To end your day
Each push of the deal/draw button
brings another false hope.
What do you see on the screen?
Four cards of the same suit.
Hoping for a flush,
the odd card is expunged.
What do you get next?
Any type of card you don’t need.
It’s always one card from glory.
Each new bet is a try in vain.
You don’t want to walk away,
even though a voice inside says yes.
That big win may be next.
Yet again, there’s another false hope.
She said no
Showing maybe hope
Of one chance
That could be
But there was just nothing there
Vibes false hope
Russell Sivey
Form – Shadorma -- 3/5/3/3/7/5
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