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Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
Salt your favorite food less and less
Undress not in the company of others
unless of course you plan on swimming
And do it then whilst undercover or
in a bolted clock room closet
Never let or give all your very best
secrets away
Maybe keep them well and truly hidden
for another day or moment in time far
more relevant than this
And when you kiss do it with
your eyes wide closed
And if they are not your lover stroke
partner be that rather on the cheek
forehead or nose
So as to not russel to many feathers
and end up sleeping downstairs on
the couch
Even if you don't really mind as it feels
to you much like camping and you can
watch what you want on t.v without the
fear of interruption
Make take and pack yourself lunch
once in a while don't always buy it
from a roadside van or greasy spoon
cafe
Sometimes follow your heart and stick
with your first initial choice and listen
to what your intuition tells you
And I am not saying everything will
be plain sailing and absolutely peachy
in regards to life
But whenever is it or was it supposed
or you told it will be and just exactly
who said that and the reason why
Because that sounds like something
someone would say in order to simply
just placate you
Rather than promise to tell you the
hole truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God
With a lie instead
Pull no punches
Game no Thrones
When it comes to dealing with grown
up adults
As apposed to young children
I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you
Who even are you?
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,
Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier,
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier,
Than happier
Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!
Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,
About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er
Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife!
Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed
To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you!
I worked so hard to,
Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true
You weren't there
I'm still suprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge
Too swop in and interject,
Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But!
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money
Apparently
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!
But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
Being Alive
Miracle Man
1/1/2025
On January first of two thousand seventeen,
God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes.
Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene,
with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed.
Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive,
I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM.
Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive,
drinking from a cup always filled to the brim.
The doctors had said they couldn’t explain it,
that a miracle took place in my life that day.
So with ink this day my testimony I transmit,
now eight years later my mind chooses to replay.
First the “Widow Maker” then Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Each New Years Day I celebrate life and this test.
Part II
Best present i never actually
recieved
So as i was telling you earlier
in part 1
My mum sent her brother to
the shop to buy me my birthday
present
Long story they haven't been
close since she got sick recently
So when she asked and he went
the shops to buy it for me
When i only just got the 1
present and card from my
mum
I could and honestly did for
a second think where is the
1 from you
Until my brain engaged and
this i thought
The greatest and most thoughtful
i never got was that
Because i know how disingenuous
and easy it would be to pick another
card and bottle up and give it to me
As apposed to how much thought
must go in to
Not buying a token gift instead
And that is why and when i say
That is the best present i never
actually got
Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh,
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.
Distain allowed to follow
in
shadows' shoes.
Walk-
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia,
the lot.
Apposed to this undying pain,
grief,
return of
disbelief.
A contrite
Sorry resentment
Sodden in maple
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past
comprise while
the unconvinced so
remained that,
a sacerdotal yet
antidotal dissenter.
Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.
The golden climb, with brook beside
The autumn hill, betook from my bedside
No sickly mange would stay my pride
I’d sit there where she lied
Those days of yore
Our hearts entwined, we swore
To set sail a golden shore
And live our days in golden rays,
Eve’s moonshines on the floor
Through the curtains near drawn closed
Never wanting for more
E'er the gods apposed
But hoar winds blew and change pursued
Our happy aisle shrank from view
The day I lost you, a silence crept
They bade me speak, e’er I wept
E’er the gods apposed-
I loved you
Atop the hill in autumn's chill
In nightgown, cap and playful will
The willow gloomed the evening shade
Bringing thoughtful tears, the vow made
I’d had her hand - as we had planned-
Living off the golden land
A fiery hearth had given birth
A heaven built on earth
Yet I lie in clover, the moon high over
Her willow glooms her stone
And far away the angels play
While we lie close and alone
From a distant astral plain they came
journeying forth in search of other
similar like life entities
And once they had eventually arrived
what they found and we're greeted with
and discovered was a civilization and race
of intelligent beings in discourse and
at odds with everything
Where war was an everyday staple
life had little or no value placed upon it
all all
Nor the planet they inherited or inhabited
despite the fact they possessed the
intelligence and knowledge of the
damage they themselves were causing
Where consumption is relentless but
not out of necessity but rather for the
need to fulfill an endless satisfaction
of greed
Every natural resource that could be
mined or plundered is fair game beyond
the point of extinction and a replacement
or substitute found
Whereas they were seekers what they found
on the other hand was the complete opposite
of what they stood for and represented
Peace and harmony the sharing and
dispersement of knowledge for the
betterment of everyone they come
across and in contact with
A transcendental universe of galaxies
dispersed beyond our greatest of expectation
Culminating in space exploration joining
up the star's and other worldly sight's
the likes we've never seen not even in
our wildest dreams
And meeting beings Alien to us as we
are to them but finding only what we have
in common as apposed to that which us
divides or creates division
An alliance based solely upon a common goal
and mission to live long and prosper and see
as learn as much as is possible
Until we as everything must eventually die
and we then find out if anything awaits
or comes next and this was indeed our
final journey after all
Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.
I can only sense in shades of the most prominent colours of the rainbows
I sit watching the crowds of people walking faster than he knows
You are untracable in waterfalls cascading trumpets playing all goes
We walk hand in hand to keep the demons aways from the scarecrows
Look at the diamond how prescoius it looks with all the colours of universe in rose
Sorry if this doesn,t catch your imagination but my time flies faster as time flows
Persist my friend because one day the arch of your back will bend and tomorrow you will be smaller and you will dose
Relinquish your arms and follow the sound of the tambourine bouncing in your head once it will say how it bows
Polite people follow me because I have dared to dream about the way that sorrow shows
Into your anguish tainted by members of the elite to watch you try once again in tatters as she grows
I feel complete in actions and intent while my dog snoozes for teztimecwill pose
Yes the whispering tears of velvet squares apose to yellow sunshine butvreme ber the white light alwaysxand forever glows.
Being and knowing the vast difference
between what I know and think I am
I can quite honestly say this about and
in regards to myself
When it comes to culture and the fineries
of all life has on offer
One day I should most definitely find the
time to take in
An Opera , Play or Museum or Live Show
Followed by fine dinning out and sampling
what other worldly cuisine have t offer
But then again I can say for sure probably
less than 5 actual minutes in
I would also then get and be bored
and so end up leaving
Swapping it instead for a greasy burger
down the high street followed by as many
pints of beer I can stomach
Until I eventually am forced to throw up
to cram in and make space for a few more
Then grab another greasy burger for the
journey home
And fall asleep on the couch in front
of the t.v covered in the majority of the
burger
That missed my mouth from the
previous night before
Which come in handy and provide a
tasty snack for breakfast
And due to the fact I am so concusted
and all consumed with an almighty
hangover
It prevents from realizing the sober
reality
Would staying just 5 minutes longer really
have killed me that much more
And then I thought yes it would because
at least my night out left me with one
at least this as apposed to that one would
And what that is in fact this
I always find when rifling through my
trouser pants from the night before
At very least a $5 or two and a pocket
full of change
I can pop down the corner shop to buy
myself a few cans of beer to help me
get over this god awful hangover
I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide
I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight
My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign
I twirl my hair and make it bend
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends
As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin
The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions
I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane
Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed
The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose
I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key
It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore