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Birds of the same feather hailing from different places were summoned by a warlock. They speak different languages and were transformed into something else for their dishonesty. For them to understand each other, the warlock granted them one last wish -- one language to express their thoughts. They can't do anything to please the warlock, hoping they can return to their previous appearance and identity. Right now, they are talking to each other...
"Seventy-eight years ago, I recall, I learned that I was born to be a reader. I moved from place to place for being homeless. I have no name, but people called me "Tarot." Many people everywhere in the world loved me when they discovered me. And yet, many people hated me and still hate me up to now whenever I give them bad vibes or wrong predictions. I only serve people, but never speak a word.
Deck of cards: "I am 25 years old though I know I was born fifty-two years ago. I never get old and still look young. I am dressed in four different colors and shades. I was adopted too. I was loved for so many reasons. I serve all people and can read countless things based from what my reader tells them. I don't interpret things whenever and whatever the dealer serves on the table. People hated me too because I was used in gambling. People who have lived and died, plus the new generations hate me more whenever they lose much. Only in Solitaire and other games for entertainment that people love me, if and only I give them winnings and good predictions that come true. A fortune teller loves me and hates me at the same, all his/her life."
Crystal Ball: "Stop complaining! Even myself, I was adopted many times and hated. 'Wished I'm never cursed!..."
Ouija Board: "I second the motion!... Anybody else?"
"Come to me and take my hand
Flat or rounded, I will take your stand!"
(Prosebite)
Please quit being such a witch
Take your attitude and ditch
It away from your meanness streak
Or it's looking very bleak
For you to have any friends
This kind of attitude just sends
A picture of you violently
Attacking all kind souls like me
Who just want to spread good cheer
Your bad vibes are everywhere
Counteracting our good deeds
Your mental state really needs
To take a flip flip around
Or your mouth I'll gag and bound
So words of disgust wont come out
That's not what life is all about
We need to treat others kindly
Not walk around hating blindly
Not seeing how your affecting
All the work we've done dissecting
Negativity that's everywhere
We don't want the hate and fear
Others like you are sending
Into a world that should be lending
A more gentle kind approach
Do not be a filthy roach
Whose disease will never die
Please just give it a quick try
If your nicer and more human
We all can end this pain we're in
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus:
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into a ditch!
Before I attempted to please others,
I realized how naive I was to offer praises:
I had one God to serve, not several gods
who took the appearance of pure divinity;
they had a shining halo over their heads...
ensuing much fear, accusing me of inequity!
Before I had a childish and overt personality,
I trusted anyone and laughed with anybody...
until their derision filled me up with anger;
I broke my connection, realizing it wasn't fair!
Before I diverged from the wrong and dangerous path,
I didn't recognize my naiveness, neither I felt bad vibes;
I helplessly fell into a deep ravine full of vicious vipers:
what spared me death was the laughter of Lady Macbeth!
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
Haters, Haters, Haters!…Just can’t be positive just waiting to see me fall.
When you need to mind your own life and getting that on the ball.
Your discontent for your own life is projected in the joy you get in being Sarcastic.
Hiding negativity you call constructive criticism, when the reality is…. You just like causing static!
Why do you drop your Lack of confidence in yourself, on others?
All the while acting like you care for them as a friend, or like a sister/brother.
Why does your LACK of SELF-ESTEEM and FAILURES seem to fully ignite,
Every time you just catch a glimpse of me your sight?
I feel sorry for people who like you, just love to Hate,
Always trying to put salt in your game, and piling bad vibes on your plate!
It’s sad you know, It must really SUCK being you!
Finding ways of compounding peoples pains thru and thru!
Heck, YOU must HATE being and feeling sooo distressed.
Having to lie to yourself that you are so much better than the rest!
Your just a malicious, bitter, weak minded, and sad individual,
But no worry, hearing your kind speak, Trust Me is not unusual.
So believe me, I know that when I am happy? I can see you coming a mile away.
Watching you as you get closer just pondering what mean things to say.
I have learned a lesson from you however, that has given me new insight.
And the lesson is...
If I see you coming I know I must be doing something right!
Honestly though?
I pray one day you clean your own house from obvious stress and strife.
Cause I NEVER allow you to take God’s Joy from me. So HATERS - Get a Life!
When dreams seem to be so far
To reach upon a star
I hold a certain point of view
And I start to argue
When your life feels more like a fall
It makes you say words and call
I do not wish to be this way
My life feels like I am faraway
From people who love or care
They stomp on my heart how they dare
I grind my teeth to make a sound
There are shackles on me that bound
These creeps are so harsh to know
I wish to tell or show
How stained they are in all what they do
Never mind I am just me they have no clue
The harsh people that led me here
They don't respect me and they are not clear
I see the image in my brain
It comes up as strong like a crane
Pulling and tugging with no remorse
I just let it take it's coarse
Now their are two pieces of my soul
Two different, but unique goals
Hollow I feel in one and the other so alive
Shaking one takes its toll and it gives me bad vibes
There are such things to make it heal
But that is to hard and its no deal
I've crossed many bridges in my life, some in which I gladly walked across and some in which I would have gladly stepped back on and walked the other way.
You all know the old saying- "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" Well, I probably definitely "shoulda" But I can't re-do what has already been done, but you know what, that's okay.
One must not dwell on the past. Thou shall keep on movin' on, rid the bad vibes and feelings and try to create positive thoughts, ideas, moments and memories. Live and love life yet another day.
Besides, who knows what turns and curveballs that would have been tossed at me If I hadn't decided to walk the path I've traveled. My life could have just been tossed away.
I coulda been this, or I woulda done that, I shoulda been this, or I shoulda done that. No, I shouldn't have. I shoulda done just what I did, I say.
I would never have turned the other way, for me, that's okay. I will live and love life yet another day. My life won't be wasted away, I've done just what I shoulda, and that my friends is just what "I" say
A step away from you is a step in the wrong direction
She is my right hand when everything else is broken
She gives me strength when I am weak and don’t have enough to even
pretend that I have it all together
When nothing is going right
I’m always walking on the right side to protect her from the traffic and bad vibes
A step away from you is a step away from my equilibrium, messing up my cerebellum
She’s my gravity always holding it down
Sometimes it hard to keep looking up even when the elevator is going up
So better make that a double up from Starbucks
Like my Frappuccino, bobby valentine, weee oooo wwweee, weee oooo
wwwoeee, she looking good
My hot stuff she got the stuff no juice, I need your caffeine
I’m addicted I’m a fiend
All the coffee drinkers know what I mean
Good morning no matter how down I get
Good at night too I’m not ready to say goodnight
I get so mad sometimes but still need you at all times
Morning coffee that I drink throughout the day
I’m so thirsty and she is so wavy
p.s. think I’ll have another coffee…
Haiku:
Bumping into each
other can make something click...
ask for a first date!
Couplet:
The exchange of phone numbers
is the excitement still to come!
Free Verse:
Why go to a dating site and scan endless profiles,
are we two strangers in the same neighborhood?
English Quintain:
Girls take risky chances over a crush that's infatuating:
they set up a blind date with a stranger living
miles away, can they really trust that person?
Instincts send off good and bad vibes: hold that feverish feeling,
until you meet him and you think he's truly worth your loving!
Entered in Silent one contest,
" A Poet's Dozen "
Written on 1/7/2016
Come on people lets be civil
Why we causing so much trouble
In a world that needs to see
So much more humanity
Hatred can be lessened by
The love we all have inside
Showing the darkness it wont win
Bringing the world back again
Into the light where it can shine
Allowing all hearts to align
In one gigantic universe
Hand in hand we'll beat the curse
And bad vibes sent out our way
Do it now--we can't delay
Joining in adversity
Sending out a hopeful plea
That people of different races
Will forget all the disgraces
That divided us and see
That your nationality
Shouldn't keep us seperated
This kind of thinking is outdated
Lets all look into the future
Knowing we can come together
Without issues of differences
My mind no longer can take this
It's about to go insane
Why we causing so much pain