The Ill-fated
after the bombing
dead children everywhere
like an exploding dollmaker's
factory
Tomato sauce and noodles
a parade of the inhuman
Presidents are helpless
their country is helpless
while they slept
all power lost
A chorus arises, and songs
drown in thunder
We are the masters
we were the chosen
Cumulus clouds
will ask we see and hear
doomed humanity
Shivering, we wait for
the last bomb to drop
start out sedated
when it had been ill fated
eradicated
AN ILL FATED FOURSOME
There was once a giraffe called Flashy,
Had a girlfriend whose name was Sassy
In addition, had a mistress called Trashy
And the girlfriend, a lover called Splashy
They romped and played all of the day,
Not giving a care to criminals in their way,
For danger lurked whilst they just lay,
In a dreamy, erotic, sun drenched bed of hay.
Reality soon crept up on these randy four,
As predators came knocking at their door,
The pride of lions let out a delighted roar,
Licked their chops, a mess on the grassy floor!
Shattered glass, piercing heart.
The unborn clock advances to despair.
A hundred shards cast Romeo into view.
Disgusted and dispatched for heavy hearts encounter.
Her forsaken sentiments forever Present.
Delipadated and Ill Fated
Home I did see was so dilapidated,
To go into inside of it had hesitated;
Dog was near death
Taking a dying breath;
He died an the results were ill fated.
Saw this on a YouTube video.
Jim Horn
There was a young man called Alec, who always dreamed to be a top model
Front cover of reknown worldwide magazines was his most ardent desire
Modeling men fashion apparel and clothes in the most prestigious runways
Until one day, the life of the promising model changed forever in minutes
Alec tried for first time unlawful sustances to calm down stressed nerves
Destroying the brilliant career and personal life, ending in a human rag
Deambulating and sleeping in the streets, after losing his immense wealth
Finding death, after an overdosage of opioids, ending in an unknown
6-2-2016
Six straight bottle of beers
Pick yourself up, walk in the clear
My last text was a revelation
Your response was a mere reaction
Of what comes for us tomorrow.
You built a barrier of cashmeres
A deafening silence calling for tears
But a smirk is all I can give
I don’t breathe agony. It’s not how I live
Truth sets me free, the cliché disabled you from me
You are now blinded by my reality
It’s still me, the weird girl you once fancy
I can only plead in silence
My words to bend the stereotype of my decadence
But this won’t keep me still, I need to pay the bill.
Our short memories will be my reference
A proof of being felt above the city of iridescence
Thousand miles apart
All I have is a pen and paper to deliver my heart
To a definite, saddening, heartbreaking end
Cheers!
This expires the vague collage of our happy trend.
Black, bloodthirsty, and hairy
Blood sucking bats feast upon the unwary,
Slurping up their blood like its a dairy
Creatures of the night vary
The wolf pack stalks its prey
Both throughout the night and into the day
Hungry are the nocturnal creatures eyes
Unsuspecting prey will surely come to die
Shadowy breathe flowing unseen
Disturbing the earth, dark essence capturing the scene
Covering like a blanket over the very sea
Running wild and and hunting free
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