I lay like that —
arm above my head,
one leg curled in,
drowned in the smell
of our bedsheet.
somehow,
I drifted off,
and there you were again.
I still do this thing
where dreams
change scenes
like home videos.
everything happens —
we came back
to where we wrote the letter
with the pen.
sorry.
I was mean again.
I said too much —
so you stayed gone
for so long.
but kiss me anyway,
right after
I say something stupid.
’cause life only lets us
get away with it
once — don’t hope for twice.
I used to yell
whenever you touched
the parts of me
I tried to hide.
I never said
I liked it.
but I did.
I did crave it,
thinking of when
we’d meet
in a dream.
and this time,
you really didn’t kiss me.
just looked —
that look
that unraveled me.
then it cut —
to black,
to white films,
to black again,
to the beginning.
I was bad
at making the ending scene.
then I woke up,
still waiting
for something
to come back,
as the TV
was stuck
by lightning.
Some are preys
Many are under control
Acting to feel worthy
Many for applause
Some for attention
Others just for the money
They've lost their self esteem.
Manipulation them agenda
To rule over your mind
Control one against another
Steady promoting betrayals
They have no self concepts
Steadily lacking self awareness.
Many are folly
Wanna be like another
Forgetting their uniqueness
Believing in void, empty promises
They live in deceit, acting weirdo
Thinking
They can ride on everybody and get away with it.
I say, looking at my barbie doll.
I won't smoke cigarettes, how can you like the smoke?
I won't drink alcohol, doesn't it make you uncomfortable?
I won't take drugs, your eyes will look pumps, I don't want to scare people away.
You know a cup of alcohol is fine, tastes like your coca Cola really.
Cigarettes give you another moment to breath in,
like it's giving you more time.
Drugs, I just take them because, I don't know how to get away with it.
,,It's easy to not take these things", I always said like a kid.
Still, now, I am wearing make up.
Didn't I swear to never wear make up, because I never want to end up being like "them"?
Why does everything seem harder,
when time picks you as a surviver?
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for the same "vixen",
You know the type,
Short, thick, fair skinned beauties from the land of milk and honey, that just happen to be in a relationship,
Naive in my ways,
I always seem to fall for her simplistic "deception",
You know the type,
"I love you, I miss you, I never want to lose you", all in a seductive way that send my common sense to sleep,
.
.
.
Pathetic in my old ways,
I always seemed to love her even when she hurt my pride,
Even when it hurt my heart,
I always seemed to let her get away with it.
knowledge tells us not to kill ~ wisdom knows how to get away with it
when a wise fool gets into power ~ intellectuals disappear
wisdom is knowing how to do the wrong thing ~ and make it seem just right
By
David Kavanagh
3x17
Ever since I start to swallow solid food
Pain has been with me
It never leave me alone
It has made a home in me
Some would say,
Pain is a blessing
I wonder sometime, is it real?
Pain exhaust me
It stole my speech, i talk lesser
Pain paint my heart grey
It never spare me indeed
I seldom weep to get away with it
Coz it is a shadow that stay intact
It has made me bold to less bothered of being rejected.
Even friends become strangers;
pain is a constant companion
Therefore I should love it
I should seek to learn from the book of pain.
For that will be a portion gold
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When I had a car accident several years ago, I had quite the scare.
My brakes went out and I crashed and I'm confined to a wheelchair.
I'll never walk again, I'll be in this wheelchair for the rest of my life.
Because she didn't want to be married to a cripple, I lost my wife.
I was a phony faith healer and I perpetrated a fraud.
But I didn't get away with it, I was punished by God.
I would scam innocent people out of their bread.
I'm in a wheelchair and I'm lucky not to be dead.
Some may think it wasn't God's punishment but I know that it was.
I learned that a man has to pay for the wicked things that he does.
I'll suffer for the rest of my days because of my car that was driven.
I asked the Lord to forgive me for my sin and I have been forgiven.
I have some advice and you'd better listen to the words that I say.
Don't use the Lord to scam people because if you do, you will pay.
As I pushed the knife in deeper,
There was excitement in the air.
As I made the angle steeper,
I didn't have a single care.
Even as red began to ooze,
I thought I'd get away with it.
I was careful to leave no clues;
A little cocky, I'll admit.
Even though I did clean the knife,
And thought I had cleaned up the place,
I have but one regret in life.
I left cherry pie on my face.
How is it
The rich and famous
If they commit a crime
Mostly get away with it
And seldom do time
In prison, when they can pay
The price of freedom
That's not very nice
They don't seem to have a conscience
And think clemency is their due
Not a thought for others
Lesser mortals like me and you
Why are there different rules
For those in ivory towers
One would need to ponder on
This question for hours and hours
The law was put in place
To be legal and fair
Could someone please explain
Any legal reasons there
In a motel room he blew a man away
A shotgun to the face was the play
He said would it went all wrong
In a drug bust where mercy didn’t belong
That made his reputation not misplaced
Leaving the perp with a bloody mess for a face
They say he wouldn’t get away with it now
He smirked and said it was in the know how
The family wanted him to pay
But the Coroner said the killing was OK
So the lesson to perps was for everyone
If you deal in drugs you will come undone
But what is left when the deed was done
Did he pay for the violence when he won
Or when things were quite in his bed
Was the memory hard to live with the dead.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Not one is perfectly happy on earth
Still we praise God for his
bountiful agape love and worth
If God were powerful as everyone affirms
Why doesn't he end all our problems?
Why doesn't he do something that confirms?
Every one is suffering, for many life is unbearable
If he were a true father, he should end all agony
With true love his actions are no way comparable
Scriptures state we suffer for our sins
When we sin he watches without forcibly stopping us
Either he lacks power or doesn't care if we sin
God is heartless and merciless of all
No one can sin and get away with it
Every sin we do, punishment does befall
God is as helpless as me and you
If not helpless at least moody for sure
All you ask he will not give you
I feel God is neither bad nor good
He is a mere spectator doing what he should
He is doing it all maybe for livelihood
It is obvious, who is God we have still not understood
About God, we have merely read and heard
We have not seen him, he is definitely misunderstood
24.04.2021
Written for
Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest by Brother Jacob
Not a single person is happy on earth
Still we praise God for his bountiful love and worth
If God were all powerful as everyone affirms
Why doesn't he end all our problems and confirms
So many die of hunger, so many unwell
Every one suffering, for many life is a hell
If he were a true father, he should find this unbearable
With true love his actions are no way comparable
Scriptures state we suffer for our sins
Because God gave us free will we sin
When we sin he watches without stopping us
Either he lacks power or doesn't care about us
God is heartless and merciless of all
Every sin we do punishment does befall
Sinners he will never acquit
No one can sin and get away with it
What I feel I am telling you
God is as helpless as me and you
If not helpless at least moody for sure
Not all you ask you will get I am sure
I feel God is neither bad nor good
He is a mere spectator doing what he should
He is doing it all maybe for livelihood
His role is definitely misunderstood
23.03.2021
Submitted to :
Contest Name : It only seems that way
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Is there a difference
Between you
And me?
You with nine hundred and ninety nine days
And me
With three?
Somehow I am here
Despite a large amount
Of crazy unfounded fear
I hear you say
How the steps you work
Helps you each and everyday
If I could get away with it
I’d use again
Please Lord
Provide me with a little more Zen
Honesty, open mind, and will
Maybe that will stop me
From seeking
That thrill
So I turn to you and say
Thanks for sharing
Just for today
I can put aside our differences
And unite
For a common purpose
To win this fight
Because I don’t want to use
Makes me a grateful member
Just like all of yous
Let me introduce
David Dennison - wealthy,
dirty-minded man.
Credit card in hand
and his pornographic plans,
for sex on demand.
Little girls attract
him - his daughter's body
teases and distracts him.
Of course Jeff Epstein
knew the way of it - the pay
& get away with it.
David’s lawyers
smoothed the way - and he’s the
President today.
*David Dennison is Donald Trump's alias in non-disclosure agreements with prostitutes*
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