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The mind is an amazing key
With the right guidance words will trigger memories
From anger and rage to double personalities
Emotions will rise like the oceans tides
Your muscles will twitch with every cellular connection
Hurt, denial abandonment too
Like a looking glass into the past everything is a reflection of you
And not everything you see will be rosy and clean
Tears and overwhelming fears our bodies remember the slightest infraction
Our habits and beliefs play a major role too
Pain and suffering are a big part of what makes us do the things that we do
Without remorse or a second thought we push things to the back of our minds
But all through our lives we can feel something is just not right
We search for those answers like a child playing hide and seek
Sometimes we will get hints and images to help us remember and think
We’ll catch a glimpse from another life as it rises to the top
Like the coming attractions of new movies your mind plays them through the night
You’ll see your kids, wife and family but as soon as you zoom in to see you
Everything fades to white and suddenly your heart starts beating faster
All the rage and anger start rising up again
Each memory triggers another memory it’s a never ending process
And it’s not an easy path however when you consider the alternative
And you look at the life you have so far lead it is kind of like neo in the Matrix
Once you take that pill there is no going back.
You realize the program you’ve been following has been sabotaging you since birth
It’s a negative dysfunction that only supports your inevitable destruction
Debilitating thoughts that are is still playing from long, long ago
These idea’s became part of your core belief and it’s time to let them go!!..
Abusing yourself no longer serves you its time to learn how to heal
Gently open up your heart and allow people to help you feel
As I read my own words I envision a group of healers circling me with compassion
Each one in the there own way helping me to release these toxic fears
I’ve been poisoned by my own family from generation to generation
And I fought for years to stay positive but their abusive habits still affected me deeply
through their yelling, screaming and verbal attacks that numbed me in my years
I am uncertain what saved me but it could’ve been that angel I’d seen holding me dear
Form:
So I sit here and self reflect going through the lessons I was taught and forced to
spit out the right answers I disagreed with and now have the chance to say Hitler
was the victim
and in Vietnam there was no hero but a cleansing of getting rid of thousand of
serial killers desperate for the love of an abusive god they didn’t know how to
stand up against who wanted someone to blame
When we write the next history book of lies about today’s liars and propaganda
and confusion
And if I could sneak into the history pages
What lessons would I try to teach the students of a continent to say you don’t
have to have church in school for there to be a god
Look at me look at me
Figure out my riddle
If you’re that brave but write down the wrong answer or you’re in trouble
And then wait to find like-minded individuals
What lesson would I teach the world using all of the world’s actors?
Me as everybody’s fool
So the spiritually impoverished could study one chapter of history and walk away
with their hands full of gems and spiritual crowns and realize
they now have a test of psychology to figure out all the pieces of their world
to under stand the script we have written for them
and who amongst them are false and true prophets either playing along or who
knows what domino is going to catastrophically going to fall
What’s the perfect act for my actors with me to carry them into history?
If I could just sneak in
But how do I get in there?
How do I show them history doesn’t care if you’re skinny or fat?
Ugly or beautiful
Stupid or smart
Do I care what essays the might write about me in the future if I was to make it in
comparison to our politicians
Would there be a whole course in school called figuring out the world’s scripts
101
I could change the world if you let me
And in all honest as I protest some things here and there
You are another domino
and a piece of my claim to my fame
and maybe one day it will be someone else
but 27 years of serenading me and stealing my dreams
Id rather have lived my hell on earth for a reason of where vie cried for the world
and had the confusion as to why my names are songs to be for good
then to be jealous of a man who spent three days in my shoes and was crucified
for trying to live a lie
But ignorance is bliss
thank you. thank you for finally leaving. it's been 7 years now that i have had to put up with your abusive and toxic habits. that i've had to deal with you adding to my emotional trauma every single day. that i've had to repress my feelings to accommodate yours. that i've had to act like something isn't bothering me when you're talking about your issues that are "far worse than mine". that i've had to leave my comfort zone and be a person i don't like so that you wouldn't leave. that i've had to be okay with being interrupted so you could talk about yourself. so you could brag about how much greater or worse your life is than mine, whichever fit the situation. that i've had to believe your lies and defend you when i know you're wrong. that i've had to look like a bad person for supporting you.
because i was.
you made me a bad person. you made me into a person that i've grown to hate. i am finally released and trying to love the person i left behind. before our friendship, i was a sweet, innocent, caring 8 year old girl. you ruined me. you took my innocence. i remember lying in my floor from "bedtime" to 6 AM doing things that no 8 year olds should. Watching scary movies that still haunt me and discovering “omegle”. i remember in 8th grade when i opened up to you about the girl you left behind when you moved, the girl that you broke. i opened up to you about my sexuality and my depression, and you brushed it off because you had it worse. "oh, you were depressed? that’s okay because my dad hit me". not that abuse isn't awful, but i have feelings too. and since that day i learned to never find myself important because to you, i wasn’t. you showed me that no matter how hurt i was, you had it worse. that no matter how good i had it, you had it better. you always had to one up me like trauma is a competition.
i am damaged. you broke me. i can’t even begin to describe the issues i will hold for the rest of my life. this trauma will never be fixed. i can’t undo your damage, no one can. do you even realize? do you even care? i am a real human being that you f*cked up. how does that sit right with you? how do you have the nerve to act like I’m the bad guy? i will never understand how you don’t even care about a real human life that you ruined.
but i guess that’s the difference between you and i.
( lowercase intended )
-m. macleish
All those times that I was nice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
All those times I gave advice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
When no one else sat by your side,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
I always took your flipping side
so what the hell happened to us
What was the point?
You don't care mate,
What was the point?
Wont give me your time,
What was the point?
You're not here mate
What was the point?
You take and decline
What was the point?
In a clear state
What was the point?
don't help me this time
Hearing stories through the grapevine
You trust them and avoid me
When you had no one I was there,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when I alone showed you true care,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when you were all alone and scared,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
you needed back up and we'd pair,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
You seem to have forgotten then
now you choose not to see me
When your head was left looking down,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Lost of spirit I'd turn you around,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Protect you from abusive mouths,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
All those compliments I'd sound
and now you choose to dark me
Thanks for messing my head right up,
refuse to help and left to rust,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
rip out my heart and leave it crushed,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
friends who take and don't give much,
You really went and hurt me mate,
so what the hell happened to us.
That's what I meant,
when you need me,
That's what I meant,
then you leave me,
Thanks for nothing,
and I mean it,
You mean nothing,
a waste of my time,
Hearing stories, changing your mind,
the worst in your thoughts, now that's just unkind,
Knew me in person, for a long time,
thrown out the window, your memory blind
Forgetting that you know me,
thanks to hear say, thanks to hear say,
When we talked on our only,
all was one way, all was one way,
I wish I'd never met you now,
loved you dearly, loved you dearly,
I guess you never cared for me,
and now I struggle to care for peeps,
I think you broke me, I think you broke me,
no one cared when I was weak,
must be joking, must be joking,
wonder why I hate your guts,
because you take and dont give much
Today is the day I decided I'm not going to let my love for you hurt me anymore.
No more staying up past midnight wishing you were by my side. Or being crumpled up on the floor waiting for our issues to reside. I gave you my world moon and stars and you took it and ran and instead of apology you asked for my hand. You feed me these crumbs from rolls dripping with butter onto the sidewalk while you expect me to lick it up. Well my tongue is sore. My ankles are worn. I am tired of chasing after you while you treat me like nothing but a thorn.
Id plant you a field of flowers so you'd see something close enough to as beautiful as you are
But you picked my flowers and you threw them away.
I gave you my everything, my heart, my hopes, dreams and more
Yet you give me rude insults and stories, well babe drop the lore.
Because these ideas of me that you're feeding into the mouths of your so called friends who were once mine seem to be stories that are combined.
Were you jealous of me? My success and my smile?
So you ran and ran and took it farther than a mile
And by the time I caught up you were once again heating me up like a dial.
Were they combined with the hatred you feel for me because I reacted poorly to your actions?
Or was it because of all my retractions?
Yes my memory would put dory to shame but i promise you what i felt was real.
I loved you more than watching the sun rise.
I loved you more than my favorite hibachi rice.
I loved you more than the hundreds of dollars i spent on you
Or the hours I stayed up on school nights just to make sure you had a gift on our anniversary.
Was it really that meaningless?
Mean and abusive is what they call me right?
Well, do they know the way you made me cry?
The way I couldn't breathe because I was trapped by the weight of your words and my breath was taken by the breeze.
I sat in my room for days, weeks, months waiting for you.
Waiting for you to call me baby and the days to feel less hazy
And maybe I have an appetite today.
Maybe I'll have a second to feel right today.
A lot of things are questionable. But my love for you was not.
I proved it in every way I could and although I wasn't perfect I loved you.
I won the who loves who more contest.
Today is the day I decide you're not worth my happiness.
I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and keep my company. I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and write the next chapter with me. I want someone that is virtuous for me to help me find my destiny.
I have been sitting here for the past five years scribbling notes and masquerading in the dirt, with cuts and bruises on my skin and the bird above me singing an unfamiliar hymn; the cold wind blowing in my back while the perverts peep meticulously underneath my new frock. Daylight is shouting on the air with nothing positive to share.
I have passed the time in positive ways and cross my heart so that my spirit doesn’t go astray, and I sit quietly in the dark waiting patiently on that special verse that will break the spell and catapult me out of this living hell.
I have written a hundred and twenty verses about the desert in the sun and the aliens on the run, where did they come from nobody knows but they have the big boss thinking and the universe running.
I want someone that is right for me, to bring out all the good in me and respect my dignity. I have been searching for that special one that can sing in harmony and compose a majestic rhythm and when we clap our hands together, we can compose a million songs.
I want someone that is virtuous for me that knows about the history. Time is trembling on my lips and the maiden is carrying a pirate dish what’s for supper, I don’t know but heaven will see to it that we have a decent three course meal.
It is not about infatuation or puppy love, it’s about creativity , imagination, compatibility, mature love and strength; we must see eye to eye and we must go on a mission together in a dug out boat and a submarine floating above our heads; strategy is the key to survival and there is no parting between us until we die, we both have longevity and passion is our destiny, I want someone that is right for me.
Here I am standing on the abusive floor, and someone is knocking continuously on the door, the extortioner is running around the street looking for something to eat and the bad men are throwing stones at me, hoping to see the other side of me, but I shone them all and continue to stand tall.
I want someone that is virtuous to help me complete the race and get me out of this place and quite the hidden storm.
My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt burn of you leaving ...
a house of mirrors with no image of you within
I always knew this day would come,
certain, like the rising of the sun —
Beautiful rabbit you would wanna run
Timid, nervous ever ready to flee
The mirror of reflection
would always set your fear in motion
Numbed by the booze,
paralyzed by the pills
Gave you enough courage to stay still ...
but, only for so long
Beautiful rabbit on the run,
afraid to face
the demons you’re running from
When the face of reality would sober in,
then the cracked mirrors
would leave your bleeding heart sobbing
So many lovers before me
handed you jilted tissues
for your self-esteem issue tears
Wiping the candle mask of your promiscuity,
cold wax let you know when it was time to flee
Beautiful rabbit you on the run,
wielding your body like a weapon
Beautiful rabbit giving the foxy bullet stun,
using love like it was a loaded gun
Beautiful rabbit on the run,
marred habits has disfigured you
Ugly memories you can’t let go of,
scarred flesh melted by an abusive flame
Leaves you often holding a gun,
ready to make your last rabbit run
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
beautiful rabbit lay down the gun
It was the loss of your gorgeous butterfly wings,
which so attracted me to you
I saw the beauty inside others never knew,
the vulnerable side you kept hidden from view
The trauma of your lovers no longer wanting you,
made the truth of the silent phone too painful to hear
And the vanity of rejection you use to give,
is the emptiness you are now forced to live with
Lonely, emotional catacombs you weepingly prefer;
the Before portrait on your wall, I never saw her
Tragic soul went bed-hopping down the rabbit hole
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
beautiful rabbit put down the gun
Beautiful rabbit, I desperately desire you,
let your marred heart be warmed by this truth
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run ...
finger the safety between my loving arms
Beautiful rabbit, don’t leave this way ...
burn the suicide note in the fireplace
Beautiful rabbit, don’t run away
Stay here with me ... please stay
the rest of your enchanted cottage days
"Do what you have to do the lame police officer
Uttered to the abusive man standing beside me
"Speak to your JP she said to the man who has abused me. I still cannot get over the shock of the abusive man
Standing with axe, you come here to use me
And do everything to confuse me, you twist my body
In the gate and try to break my hands before the heartless crowd but heavens stood by at the cry of mercy , no one came to rescue me, instead they stand and stare visciously at me as if they too were going to attack and murder me.They leaned on the wall and looked as if they were going to start a brawl.It started
Early in tbe morning when I sat quietly inside meditating
And the devil was outside shaking, he leaped at me with a angry swing, with angry eyes jumping out of the socket
I could see hate moving around and his expressions
Jumping on his face like a clown.He shouted at me with the Devils spin and I tried desperatly to get away from him but he slammed my body in the iron gate
And sware to chop off my head when he come again
Abusive men give birth to abusive children
And those children become a nusiance in the city
Men with nasty mouth ,men that is cursing out loud
Men with tainted faces growling like elephant underneath their breath while their faith hangs in the balance
and they canot agree with anyone
There is a big network around the town,
and I dont know where they are grounded;
politicians pulling strings
And police men doing aerobics in thr gym
Dancing to the tune of their thiughtless rythm
My heart is playing a sad tune while my spirit dances
Around the moon, it makes my spirit break and cause my mind to shake and in the middle of it all I still stand tall holding my head high.
Here I am in the night wondering where I am going to spend the next moon, I have been waiting for many days for this mystry to break
To want to leave the city without delay
But the more I plead the more they make me absorb my own misery
No tears is left in my eyes and no tear is left to dry.
And the man that is walking around with his sin
Will cause the whole world to grin.
The night is standing like giant above me and the moon is dancing around me.
The music is playing and and the flawless donkey is braying ,
And here I am still waiting for you at the big gate.
I saw a talk-show interview
of a new author, all the rage,
she had sold two million copies,
her book is everywhere these days.
It was tailor-made for women,
a downcast wife looking for love,
verbally abusive husband,
trapped in a situation tough.
Until one day she went out west,
going on vacation alone,
her husband said that he had work,
brushed her off, she was on her own.
She had gone out to a dude ranch,
she had loved horses as a kid,
where she met the ranch’s wrangler,
a mountain man cowboy named Sid.
He was what her husband was not,
Sid was caring, confident, cool,
he’d help he mouth, his touch would linger,
and she’d smile back like a fool.
They’d find themselves talking for hours,
finding any excuse to touch,
then one day in a mountain meadow
they spread a blanket and made love.
It was all that she lacked at home,
passionate, intense, and sincere,
she wished that she could never leave,
but she had a life, a career….
And her cowboy love made peanuts,
not enough for two to survive,
nesides, this was infatuation,
that’s what she told herself inside.
But at home she couldn’t be happy,
soon enough she longer for escape,
so once a year, for a whole week,
to her cowboy she’d make her way.
And this continued for eight years,
until she saw on their website,
that her man died in a car crash,
she hid her tears for that whole night.
Yet he had left a parting gift,
for she was sick in the mornings,
this was the author’s tragic tale,
it has countless fans adoring.
To seal the deal she did proclaim
that it was based on her own life,
she’d changed names, but much was quite real,
you sold more with tales of real strife.
My own wife was enrapt by it,
which caused me some little alarm,
but she just laughed and dismissed it
when I said such tales could do harm.
But something just didn’t sit right,
on the whole thing something seemed off,
I know truth is stranger than fiction,
but something kept making me scoff.
Real life just doesn’t work this way,
romance can never be that clear,
then throw in infidelity?
This tale was not what it appeared.
So in free time I went online,
digging into the author’s past,
and saw that I was not the first
to put this new writer on blast...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
A vision of humanity, a world without brutality, a beautiful fantasy, not a reality.
A vision of a world where the truth isn’t ignored and everyone is treated equal,
A world where no one is evil and people are peaceful.
A vision of a world without wars and conflicts, a world without hate,
A world with no horror, where everything is great.
A vision of a world without genocide and assassinations,
A friendly world with polite conversations.
A vision of world without jealousy, greed and corruption,
A safe world with no weapons of mass destruction.
A Vision of a world without blood spilling and constant killings,
A civilised world, one with no villains.
A vision of a world without hunger, tears and crime,
A world with plenty of food and water, a world where everything is fine.
A vision of a world without torture, torment and persecution,
A world with no natural disasters or air pollution.
A vision of a world without people living on the streets,
An equal world where everyone eats.
A vision of a world that wasn’t so obsessed with fame and fashion,
A world where we all showed a little more love and compassion.
A vision of a world without cruelty, terrorism and bloodshed,
A world without slaves, a place where every child is fed.
A vision of a world without intimidation, alienation and exploitation,
A world where third world countries get proper education.
A vision of a world without hatred, hostility and pain,
A world where everyone is loving, thoughtful and sane.
A vision of a world without malice, bad blood and animosity,
A world that is caring and full of generosity.
A vision of a world without abusive drunks beating their child,
A world without rage, one where everyone smiled.
A vision of a world without savagery and madness, one without fear,
A world where everyone is genuinely honest and sincere.
A vision of a world where no one is blind, deaf or mistreated,
A world where everything is fair and no one gets cheated.
A vision of a world without racism, cancer and AIDS,
A world where people don’t have to use guns or grenades.
But vision without action is merely a dream,
If we all came together we’d be an unstoppable team.
The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope,
I have to think positive, that’s how I cope.