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The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed,
Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is it a raspberry wafer wobbling,
It takes a lot of effort to squeeze a giant igloo through the eye of a needle,
And this is not pleasant for the spectating polar bears whose fish was being fried inside the dwelling holes,
But only a mini strawberry could flex the muscles effectively to cause a jam in a mile of traffic,
That is not good news for the jars who are already late and to be late is said to be as irrational as using a fork to make a morning brew,
A stew is far more intelligent than a gravy as many components equal more experience and more experience means that even a metric metre of labelled combinations could entice a bear from a sleeping hole,
But only when wearing a jacket made from paper,
It is nice and neat and true to form,
But format was often found to be a flame of frog leg on a carpet of mystical swirling frogspawn,
It is wise to offer up a little cup of cat milk to the buds then sit back as the colours loop in and swirl in a sky of answers,
But this can simply not be achieved nor archived when the moon is in the bin and the sailors are racing in the sun ship,
A trade is traditional and traditional trade can be nothing more then a hyper-fluted mini skirt of a skating rabbit on a promenade wearing 60 pairs of headphones,
Metronomes moaning making moronic motionless mixes,
And a nice little pair of glasses on the mantle-piece was swaying in the wind but not swearing for swearing was reserved for those who act out tanker talks,
Themes then?
Yes.
Where there were many now there are few.
But in fuse boxes the conversations are often quite absurd and who would put a floating camel in a tank then send it into a plane to cross the clouds,
Criss cross is a cleaning duty for a mission opinionated cloth wearing layers of clothing,
So what will one bring to the fair?
A mare
A single bud
A sanctified saint cushion with sparkles and satin.
And a heron in a pan of water with 60 fish to eat.
Consummation is the creational consumption cream of cropped chartered chunks. Said the 90 feet of cat by a door.
Z Leptailurus serval Z at 54 lemon sponge cakes laughing at 21 empty flan cases.
Form:
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I miss my little angel,
so beautiful and sweet,
so smart, yeah she's intelligent,
and she's so darn unique.
She was always singing to me,
whether 123's or abc's
or just any other song which made my heart skip a beat.
She's got a smile that lights the room
and a heart made of gold, and I call her my "Lil Mamas"
just cause she thinks she's really grown :-)
And If ever she see's you crying,
she'll be there to comfort you,
she'll give you all the hugs and kisses
and she'd make sure you're okay too.
She would make sure she'd leave you smiling
she'll say " look it'll be okay",
and she'd even wipe your tears and say
"you feel better now okay"?
There were times she mad me upset
when she'd act out or just wouldn't listen
or like any kid does nowadays, doing things without permission,
I'd yell at her than feel bad although I knew I really shouldn't
but she has a way of making you change your mood,
so being upset with her I just couldn't.
I would always spoil my babygirl
because I swear that she deserved it,
each and everyone has flaws but to me my stink is perfect.
And although she's only 4 I see a future for her so bright,
and she's everthing to me, glad to have her in my life.
My sis gave the perfect blessing when she brought her into this world,
and I swear that she's the bestest and the most adorable little girl.
I can't wait til she gets older so I can share with her the memories,
of the days when she was younger , and i would take her home with me,
I'd hold her day and night, watch her laugh and watch her play,
and I swear I'd fall more deep in love with her each and everyday.
I can't wait to teach her things, and I'll protect her from the bad,
keep her away from no good boys, and keep her happy, never sad.
I can't stand the distance between us, but it still doesn't change a thing,
I'm just missing her like crazy and can't wait to see her smile again.
I just had to sit and write this because I just had to take this time,
to tell the one that i adore that she's been heavily on my mind....
Titi Loves And Miss You Stink
-Love Always Auntie Shaii
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The Little Things________________________________________________________________
By post script
When you said never let go, when you would call just to call or text me just to text
When you would say I just wanted to hear your voice, when you say I love you
When you touch just to feel or ask just to know, when you would call in the middle of the night
When you showed up and I wasn’t expecting you
The simple hug or kiss goodbye would bring a tear to my eye, and send a cold chill down my spine, because forever I wanted to be by your side
When you would say I was just thinking about you, when you say remember the time…
When you whispered, bit, or blew in my ear, when you were yourself around me
When you didn’t have to put on a mask or act out a play, when you were like a best friend that meant so much more to me
When you didn’t have to keep any secrets, when you knew just how to make me laugh or smile
When you knew all my likes and dislikes, when you let me love you for the simple fact that we had something stronger than trust
When I had to protect you from all that you feared
When each and every day we would sink like quicksand deeper and deeper into each other’s love
When our love was longer than time, when you said I wish I could stay in your arms forever
When you said I love everything about you, when you left a long voicemail on my phone just to say I’m thinking about you
When we didn’t care what others said, when we talked on the phone all day
When we would just stare into each other’s eyes, when we didn’t have to talk
When we shared all kinds of little moments, when we would have all kinds of stupid good and bad moments
When I thought it couldn’t get any better it got great, when I made you smile and laugh
When I didn’t have to worry, when you kissed me through the phone
When you were my better half, when you brought out the best in me
When you were the best thing that ever happened to me, when you squeezed my hand tight
When it was, it was
When it felt like it would be forever, then you said I love you a ton
Then just like that, all the little things were done.
P.S. when will forever be forever?
A world that’s filled with anger,
corruption, hate, and poverty,
sometimes in the midst of this
there is one heart warming story.
It’s usually where there’s sadness,
and when the weather’s bitter cold,
where some poor soul is struggling.
and where the gutter’s taken hold.
I heard one in the Barley Tavern,
when perusing the T.A.B.
but I wasn’t sure if it was true,
‘cause it involved a Nunnery,
but then again the Sisters there,
do give good comfort with their aid.
I heard that Sister Barbara,
with an outsider had it made.
I’d often hand a couple of bucks,
to the old wino Billy Brown,
who’d take his cask of tupp’ny red,
to a park, on the edge of town.
The one thing that I knew of Bill;
he’s honest as the day is long.
He’d give to you his final breath,
if it meant it’ll keep you strong.
Sister Barbara at the convent,
of Tommy Brown was unaware,
until she saw him from a window
in the worst of his despair.
Now there’s a man the Sister thought,
in desperate need of charity,
and from a family gift to her,
she’s sworn to help humanity.
Sister Barbara wrote a note,
giving Bill encouragement.
‘Don’t Despair - Sister Barbara’ -
to help Bill with his nourishment.
She threw the note onto the ground,
and watched him read her written quote,
while in the other hand he held,
a one hundred dollar note.
Bill looked up and gave a wink,
and wandered off along the street.
One hundred dollars for no chance,
but Bill must act out quite discrete,
for one hundred dollars in his hands,
from Sister Barbara’s convent,
is sure to stir the fires of hell,
where Bill would never frequent.
And like I said I knew that Bill,
was honest as the day is long.
If he had something that’s not his,
he’d take it where it did belong.
And so it was that the next day,
where Bill would never frequent,
he was knocking on the door,
of Sister Barbara’s convent.
And greeting Sister Barbara,
with a wad of hundred dollar notes,
Sister Barbara asked “What’s this?”
and sheepishly Bill gloats,
“It’s your eight thousand Sister;
it’s the money that you won.
Don’t Despair won in the seventh,
with the odds - eighty to one.”
Pain is random
Love, just so if it happens
The wall of your fortress it just might crack down
A Knight in shining armour, pretty girl he's got your back now
Because its not a pretty world let me lay the facts out
Evil men prevail but ill lash out and ill act out.
Let the forces of darkness surround me
Let false acts of kindness be brought down here
Never bitter toward you let their strenght be in numbers
And ill let mine be in the Lord and when they sleep and slumber
I'll make a way of escape and they won't even know it
The Princess is really the Queen of my dreams under the cloak of the darkness
Now there been a matter of excitement
go inside the village and you can hear it dicussed there
you feel this energy of shouts coming from the crowd "God is Deliverence"
He fights my enemys or else i am just a sheep for the slaughter
A bossy spirit resides in the clearing see the chopping block
Every best freind of mine is trying to chop mine off
LIke blocks of herbs and posionous spices
And led that is fed to the unsuspecting victim
Like little pieces of glass mesured out and the plans for her lover are exucuted percisely
But he hangs on in love and suffers longer
Now i know its sounds horrible coming from an executer
I pronounce death on you and the ax swings down and the crowd sendsa cheer up
now back then they didnt call it the city
They all knew it by the name of " the kings amusment park"
Now come and bite into this apple
you test every piece of fruit and the way she is dancing makes you feel awful
because you know you seen her put the posion in it
Your like oh well God is the king and treat him accordingly
And i slap it out your hand and tell you, you musnt eat
You foolish man dont you know the king is trying to posion you.
You are acting like your rank will give you stature
Im like dont even make me mad at you
I just save your life and your demanding an explanations
The kings eyes are like daggers gushing into your heart man
Now listen dont stare the Queen Im trying to help you
For Your majesty is consumed with thye spirit of jealousy
Now watch and please observe me
i am not only a knight of the king
I am Gods servant
So sick of all the lies
All the need
All the hiding
All the hate
The harsh realities
The want
Sick of everything that’s shown
And not
Of all that we could be
And are’t
Sick of nothing that has anything to do with you
And everything to do with me
Sick of the reality
Sick of the hiding from it
And of being in it
So damned sick of all the ways I see the world
When none of them bring me solace
When none of my worlds--
My dreams
My hopes--
Bring me peace
In how I choose to live
How I have structured my life
Makes me sick
How I have chosen to hide
Makes me sick
How I, and everyone around me
Has chosen a mask
And hidden
Behind the way we WANT to be seen
The way we feel we NEED to be seen
Sick of the hunger
The bloodlust
The desire
To kill, or be killed
Sick of the notion
That no matter where we are
It’s dog eat dog
Social Darwinism
Sick of the tension
Between every human
Every man
Every woman
Every child
Every stranger
No one trusting anyone else
Everything and everyone fighting
To be on top
Sick of the mentioning
Of "I’m the best, and you’re just a means to an end"
Or if it isn’t said
It’s implied
Sick of the glares
And the scowls
At anyone who is remotely different
The stares, and the hatred
Toward anyone who conforms to something other than
Society’s "perfect image"
Sick of the cavetching
The whining
That "I’m not good enough"
"No one respects me"
"No one cares"
Sick of the responses
"It’ll all work out"
"Let nature run its course"
"Their is no arguing with the Fates"
Live your own damned life
Don’t listen to the voices
Of hate and despair
Who hate you
For being you
And different
Because I’m
Sick of everyone and everything
That conforms to society
Merely because "there’s no other way"
Stand out
Be bold
Make a scene
Be noticed!
It IS okay to be different
It IS okay to speak out
And act out
And be YOU
God knows, I’m still fighting
To get out of the shell I’ve been encased in
Trying to break free
And be the person I know I can be
Because I’m
Sick of conforming
To other people’s wishes
Mental Trigger
inside your mind is a set of rules, made to be trigged deep inside of you~
which you could never understand, because its not the real part of you
it placed in your mind to act out in a set place and time~
to do things which you would never do~ and where ones proof,
never be found because its a seed, a trigger inside of your unsuspecting mind~
because its as old as time, maybe over 2 thousand years old~
the ancient art of take your soul, and make you do things, you your self would not do~
it starts with marks on your body that come from needles in the night
you know not were they come and in the night you wake
to the smell of stringent scents made by the Concierge of design
who will be your puppet master, at this all so real monument of time
no were will there be help, who would believe in you
would i? if not for my own eyes, did i not see ~
my soul, my life taken from me~
P.S. to all who scream and no one hears
aka:lyricvixen
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"The Mental Trigger"
Mentally triggered
inside your mind is a set of rules
made to be triggered deep inside of you
which you could never understand
because it's not the real part of you
it's placed in your mind
to act out in a set place and time
to do things which you would never do
and where one's proof
could never be found
because it's a seed
a trigger inside of your unsuspecting mind
because its as old as time
maybe it's over two thousand years old
the ancient art of taking your soul
and making you do things
you yourself would not do
it starts with marks on your body
that comes from needles in the night
you know not were they come
and in the night you wake
to the smell of stringent scents
made by the Concierge of design
who will be your puppet master
at this all so real monument of time
no were will there be help
who would believe in you
would I?
if not for my own eyes
did I not see
my soul
my life taken from me
P.S. to all who scream and no one hears
(fixed? 5-8-2017)
IT MAKES A POINT TO BE VERY EDGY
SORT OF DIFFICULT
AND HARD TO UNDERSTAND
IT STANDS TO SOUND OUT PHRASES
AND SPEAKS AT SUBJECTS
I REFUSE TO EMBRACE
IT PRETENDS TO LOVE ME AND
SLEEPS WITH MY ENEMY
TO WORSEN THE WAY PEOPLE
WILL TREAT ME
THEY LAUGH AT ME TO SPEAK OF
ME AND UNDERMINE MY ENDEAVORS
THEY STAND TO LISTEN TO THOSE
WHO FIND OUT THINGS
THEY HOLD THESE WORDS AS TREASURES
THEY ACT OUT SONGS TO MAKE SENSE OF
THE THINGS THEY HAVE BOUGHT
SHE MOCKS YOU BENEATH OTHER MEN
THAT THEY MIGHT SPEAK OF YOU IN
TERMS AND WORDS USED TO
DESCRIBE THOSE OF LESSER FAVOR
WHAT HAVE THEY SEEN AS THEY
HAVE HAD PEOPLE WHO DESPISE YOU
TO EAT FROM YOUR PLATES
THEY SLEEP WITH YOUR WOMEN
AND ARE FRIENDS TO YOUR FRIENDS
AND THOSE WHO BEFRIEND YOU WISH TO
MAKE SECRETS WITH YOUR LOVERS
THAT YOU MAY NEVER KNOW
THOSE WHO HAVE NURTURED YOU INTO
EXISTENCE HAVE CREATED THE TRAP
THAT SHALL HAVE YOU OLD BEFORE
YOUR FATHER SO THAT YOU MAY NEVER
INHERIT HIS WEALTH
WHORES SHALL BE THIEVES AS YOU SLEEP
THAT THEY SHALL BECOME SICKEN TO BE LAZY
AND ACCUSE OTHERS OF SUCH WELL PLANNED
TREACHERY
MY POEMS PACIFY ME
It’s welcome pouring my feelings here
The wind that blows off my feeling here has no landing
With a strong hand that blows me to the edge
It makes me numb when I want to speak
Trying hard to listen with ear that have gone deaf
The bats see clearly than me because my eye is blind
Trying to understand but my mind on stray can’t focus
At that moment my whole body ceases to function
I became a living dead person in a dead living place
This is what happens when anger takes control of me.
It’s awkward but more unwelcome when my body over-reacts
The wind blowing off my feeling starts searching for a destination
It’s worse when that strong wind blows me off the top of reasoning
That is when my mouth will want to speak as well as shout
My ears will hear all that’s to hear even words never spoken of
My eyes will see more clearly than an eagle even sees things unseen
I absolutely understand everything even when there is nothing there to understand
At that moment; blood surges through my veins in a rush like a rushing storm
My body over functions that I hear, see, feel, say and act out of control
That’s what happens when am frustrated and upset.
This is the part of my life I carefully always want to avoid
It’s unfortunate as well as impossible; I can’t avoid a final destination
Sometimes I succeed in avoiding the part of me I don’t want me to know exists
Sometimes I fail in avoiding it because the same me makes it happen again and …
It’s scary to know I want to kill myself so as not to see the next second and still….
Its worse I want to kill someone when am angry so as to pacify myself
When I can’t do all these, I settle to destroying things & breaking glasses to classes
I don’t want to fight if it’s a he; the aftermath will be fatter than fatal
It’s worse if it’s a she; I don’t know where to start; stopping will be grave junction
That moment; all I do is go somewhere quite & complain to my poems that listen
That’s the only place I pour my feelings without regret…
My poems pacify me…
…Lordvip…
…D’ Poetic Beast…
if you had the choice
(and this writer is not saying
that you have any choice
whatsoever---but for the
sake of getting to the end of
this piece…)
to wake up tomorrow
morning &
cash out everything that you
have saved, buy a ticket to
anywhere else, with the
foreknowledge that when you
get there, that you would have
a brand new identity given to
you & that with that new
identity, you’d be able to erase
the whole of your past in one
clean
swoop,
with the present to live out as
a blank slate, one whose future
was indeterminable as the last
but whose beginning was of
your very own creation---
would you?
in this hypothetical
glimpse of escape, in this
hypothetical glimpse of a certain
kind of hope,
just what does it say about you
in your present real life?
are you happy?
could you be happier?
are you angry?
could this solution solve your
anger & keep it from exploding
into something much worse?
are you alone, rejected, feeling
hopeless?
could this solution change all of
that by erasing all the mistakes,
all the bad habits, all the errors
already made &
set you free on a new path of
your own making?
if you think you can just walk away,
you will be accused by the intellectuals
of relinquishing your responsibilities &
turning your back on society---being one
of “those” who add to its deterioration
through a blatant nihilistic thought of only
the self &
if you think you can just walk away,
you’ll be told by the faithful that only
those with the permission of some 3rd “holy”
party, are allowed to walk free
&
you’ll be told by the state
that if you do this, you will be watched, you will
be traced, you will be researched & filed,
you will be sought after whenever a calamity
arises, which might upset that delicate balance
of the status quo in the empire’s belly---
but alas,
these thoughts are still yours,
these wonders are still yours,
these ambitions are still yours &
the peace inside from which you may
one day act out your most beloved of
journeys,
is still yours---
be well.