a written hug from
a nice right beloved puts
the all stress away
that a written hug
what about the real hug!?
I'd leave it to you
I shall write of fading distant things
Of silenced bells, birds without wings
Of time, that metronomic dunce
Who lives its moments all at once
I’ll view this masterpiece I’ve painted
Slightly perfect, slightly tainted
Leave it to you to gauge the hues
Of struggling artists paying dues
Upon them I have placed my mark
Both heaven light and hellish dark
For each pursues the shredded truth
Of tarnished age and stumbling youth
Of dreams released and dreams contained
A perfect life still slightly stained
Intoxicated by the inflection
nothing like that catch in your voice;
Falling for the hope and healing,
leave it to you to level the agony;
Every piece of every word
carries with it a mark of you;
Tasting the tip of what you say
itching to pull the mask away;
Oh that smile,
naked as that catch in your voice.
Here is a poem on etiquette, about which
I barely know the subject from the predicate
It seems to me that etiquette's all stuffy
It's for royalty's ilk, haughty and puffy
Who the hell cares how you hold your fork
One way for fish, another for pork
Of course, eating soup's a precarious matter
Make sure not one drop is carelessly splattered
As for zupping up the dregs straight from the bowl
That faux pas will land you in etiquette gaol
Then there's the matter of how to drink tea
Proper form being, up with one's pinky
And effeminate gentlemen tuck in their napkins
When carving a bird with all the trappings
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this sacrilegious romp
Dripping with sincerity, and a dearth of pomp
And now that I have etiquette happily hammered
I leave it to you to lambaste English grammar
Hey, I'm your doc, and I gotta say
If I were you, I'd start to pray
Your pressure's way up, and so's your weight
At your age, sir, you're tempting fate
O.K., Doc, I leave it to you
Whatever you tell me, that's what I'll do --
Great, my friend. Now here's the plan
Follow it faithfully. You'll soon be a new man
You gotta eliminate sugar and salt
No more beer; no hops; no malt
No fatty meats or fatty fish
Put lots of greens in every dish
And no more desserts, snacks or treats
Be extremely careful whenever you eat
So, my friend, now what do you say?
Doc, you were right before ~ It's time to pray!
McGee was sitting by himself
In a quiet corner of the pub
Then softly closed the book he’d been reading
And gave it, a pat and a rub
When Finn walked in and saw McGee
He headed right to his table
As Finn sat down he wore a frown
For recognized the book by its label
He said to McGee “You don’t really believe
All the things that’s been writ in this book”
“Yes I do, and why? Don’t you?”
Said McGee with a puzzling look
Finn reached for the book and opened it wide
To the first page he’d chosen by chance
Finn pointed his finger down to a page
And both Finn and McGee took a glance
It spoke of a man who was swallowed alive
And stayed in the fish for three days
Then after three days he was spat on the beach
And stood up and walked on his way
“Now I ask you McGee, how can a man
Live through such a arduous task ”,
“I don’t know, said McGee ‘but the day I’m in heaven’
When I see him, I’ll be sure to ask”
“How do you know which place he would go
It might NOT be heaven”, said Finn
“Well if that is the case” McGee said in hast
“I’ll leave it to You, to ask him”
I work in fits
The contents of my head dumps out
Whatever comes out is me
Good or bad it's still just me
The contents of head dumps out
I'll leave it to you to figure it out
Good or bad it's still just me
I wish it would come out steady...but
I'll leave it to you to figure it out
Whatever comes out is me
I wish it would come out steady...but
I work in fits
Is It Deplorable
And Does It make me Criminal?
If I used my Genius
To become Felinous
As I was craving to become your Ethos
All that I Did
Was to pave my way to your Heart
To be seen as your darling Sweetheart
For the arrows of Cupid
Have made me Languid
Should I see myself as an illegal Caid?
Like a Calamity called Calamity Jane
I shattered the opaque glass pane
Behind which you hid your true side
That of a braveheart prone to landslide
Rest your Faith on my Genuine Feelings
In my Conscience, I never did any Stealing
Not even any Raping, Beating or Assaulting
But I leave it to you to be Judging
In your eyes, am I a Criminal?
Seduction was my weapon
To prove my devotion
Should I be judged guilty
I would be in Misery
Totally lost in this Reality!
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So as a sequel to my last poem,
I gave the unsloved child murders in my childhood a thought,
And oven coven,
I had dinner and talked to the three hecate,
'What does the wise man want?'
We agreed retribution for him,
They suggested I requested but I said,
Leave it to you.
Darkland of Redemption
Forsaken in the least
No Friend
No Foul
No Mortal to be bound
Light or Night
Which is right?
A sinner seeks redemption
Before the Baptism of fire
Withen Hell's loving embrace
The Lord's loving Light
Burns the very of Night
Those who ask forgiveness receive
Those who seek Sin beleive
In the end who wins?
Free will created Sin
God abords Sin
Free will created this Hell
From which we gained From God's Eden
Eve, the Mother of Sin did so out of Love
Adem's condemnation is from Trust
And yet are we not meant to Love and Trust God
The Salvation is our condemnation
Who should win>
I'll leave it to you
Mortals Bound and Found
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