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slipping sideways
cant think straight
blind date confiscated
see through side view
in the trees
the whispering breeze
thoughts slipping away this way
The morning the rooster screams us awake
cant speak my language
new wave gobblede gook
you will never see through
just hope you understand my hate has potential
also my love for you
the psychic wildfire we cannot see
i hate you too
differently than you hate me
set me free
from this blank and white conspiracy
its getting colder
seasons as weapons
its getting colder
a place no one goes
something to piece together
how is it no one knows
Music industry nothing more than disorganized thinking
what i said upstairs was what i said upstairs
here we find ourselves on middle ground
the porcupine and the rooster
the farmer forgot
mood kill
sleeping the wake
the surprise of the oh my goodness
if only i would have woke up
before the rooster crowed
my poor dog marbles has quills in his nose
its getting colder
cant say i know this
forget what you know
we are always the same
to be different this way
exhausted from the intricate ciecles
that cause my headache
and the music industry rediagnosed
disorganised thinking
conspiritual unfit king
song and dance
covered moons
and finances
broken legs
and hopefullls
i put my marble down for the night
look at it another way tomorrow
just another satisfied customer
conning his way to his money back guarantee
never this confused
the muse has schitsophrenia of the disorganised type
marble my spoons
and lets make pancakes
song and dance charade
king unfit of sex and diamonds
my heart on my sleeve
king of pain
and distract you from this rusty cage
break out again
one more day
yesterday came
top hat too heavy
and the joke is on me
or did you see this blessing coming?
unpredictable brigade with no champagne
spooning my sugar
too much coffee
my head aches
my heart is on my sleeve
digging your grave
a contract for the middle man
victomised by your propoganda
victomised by your government
i'll martyr myself
but this porcupine is tired of his puupet
and the rooster needs sleep
Giving few chances and insight
One must show extreme devotion
To earn her trust, her respect, her heart
For her heart will never be easily broken
Or given, of her own free will
She cannot control her desires
She too, like many others
Desires to be desired
Wants to be wanted, held, cherished
Yet she goes about her emotions
In contrast to the average female
She portrays unattainability
Innocence, character, in the light of a damaged being
With grudges towards her former perpetrators
If one should take the notion
To venture into her soul
One would see a joyous woman
Dying to live her life
The way she imagines it
She's chosen not to see
How she is the source of her own destruction
She doesn’t let people in
For fear of loss, anguish, and heartache
She doesn’t see her actions being detrimental
But merely as a precaution, but precaution to what?
If she does not live with caution to the wind
She has nothing to be cautious of
She never lets herself feel, cry, mourn,
She has all the answers but none of the questions
She knows and learns through others
But cannot relate by experience
This cannot be blamed on her alone
She has a life ahead of her
Waiting, waiting
For her heart to grow
To break through the chains
She’s placed on herself
And conquer the dream
She’s never dared to dream
Form:
I’ve been so lost inside this broken heart of mine
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Monday, April 26, 2010
I’ve been so lost with this broken heart of mine
And I keep wondering if I can ever be the same
Because of all the hurt that I have seen
After all this time that I have spent alone
Day after day without anyone else around
And dealing with all of this emptiness on my own
In the deep dark silence in my room
I just hope and pray that the good Lord will intervene soon
Because I really need to feel wanted by someone
That is loving and caring and kind and understanding
That wants all the same things
That I have been wanting
So that I can feel like a human being again
And truly feel like I am alive for a change
Because if things don’t start changing soon
Hopefully the good Lord will understand that I am ready to come home
Because I am literally going out of my mind from feeling so lost and alone
I’ve been so lost with this broken heart of mine
And I keep wondering if I can ever be the same
Because of all the hurt that I have seen
After all this time that I have spent alone
Day after day without anyone else around
And dealing with all of this emptiness on my own
In the deep dark silence in my room
Encouragement, to stand strong;
against the discouragement, of
doing wrong.
Trying to change, before its too late;
deranged, cause I'm staring in the
eyes of my fate.
I thought, I finally had it; I fought,
maybe its more than just a habit.
Could it be me, that's so screwed
up; not worried bout the enemy,
but by the Lord don't want to get
chewed up.
Once again, it's time to make a
crucial decision; D.T.R. with a close
friend, refusal to lead to removal of
this brutal incision.
Complications, left and right;
frustrations, day and night.
My heart screaming your name,
what if utters my brain; I'm older
now this love thing isn't a game, yet
situations repeating itself like stops
on a train.
Confusion, created by self; illusion,
bad for my heart or my health?
State of mind, half past crazy; point
in time, all or nothing can't be
shady.
My mouth saying no, but actions not
matching; i say whatever you want
goes, however you throwing balls
but I'm not catching.
You say its up to me, regardless
you'll be my friend; but truthfully, if
I can't be with you I can't see u
again...
(Note: DTR= Determine The
Relationship)
im shattered im torn
my heart skips a beat its worn
will it stop who knows
my love continues it grows
I hid my pain for so long
maybe this is where i went wrong
no longer am i strong cant go on
sitting in dispare these feelings aint fair
where did i go wrong
my heart played its love song
beating so strong inside
now receeding like the tide
in my poetry i confide
because theres nothing but heart ache outside
sitting in my room thinking is this love lost
about to seal my doom what a cost
like a tree in autum breaks it heart by shedding leaves
only to grow and bloom and show its love again
what a wonderful sight
but am i right
she feels the same today
but things said just wont go away
can you forgive if you cant forget
is this why im filled with regret
is lifes path allready set
like footprints in the sand
pretty patterns so grand
the tides strength they cant withstand
watch as they wash away
make there last stand
and become but a memory
the end
higgledy piggledy
like my head
hope someone enjoys this off the cuff rhyme
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My eye's stare blankly at this empty paper, contemplating just what I should write.
For all of my tears, are only for his delight. Why can't I stop all this dismall writing?
My mind wanting happy, yet my heart still fighting. Why can't I keep my thoughts
away from him? Beside's, looking back I see all we shared was sin. A fond embrace,
a long kiss to start, the look on his face, and I the damsal to play the part.
How long can I keep going on like this pathetic heart broken girl, when all I ever
wanted was for him to share my world. Dreams of dismay, nightmares of the sun,
wish I could say, all of it was fun.
The darkest hour of my darkest day, has lead me on the path this way. Why can't I
just bleed out the rest, move this mountain, complete the test.
All I have left is who I am, and honestly I don't know who that is anymore;
Except a broken down woman,
Who was beaten, and still sore.
By Debbie Guzzi & Robin Gass
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
Thus, exposing the naked lust of man.
As to a fathers open arms, we ran.
This child’s heart knew only of the good.
Thus exposing the naked lust of man.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
This child's heart knew only of the good.
Yet naked her friend’s father eyes meet hers.
Confused, her trust lay splintered where she stood.
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
Yet naked her friend’s father’s eyes meet hers.
Friendship slain by a fathers twisted deed
an innocent destroyed, for she felt cursed.
As in her mind now grows, this vile scene.
A **** at five, so shamed, so deflowered
A child’s trust flows like sand, shatters like glass.
No love or lovers now her soul devoured..
He was kind, he was my friend, think again.
The long spiral of life, accepting the burden of greed. Shadows of a drifter coveting the
morning sun. The warmth of childhood securities, always fearful of the descent, the naming
itch of want. The loneliness of man's fortune, saddens my heart but still it hungers. Who does
not desire more of the other? Demons sprinkle the eyes with greed, refusal bring sorrow, the
tangebell web the dance of desire lies deep in my being, the soul need to escape its fleshly
prison, haunts my dreams of nightmarish slumbers of death. The minds eye twists the will of
its master, wettening the lips with lust, need, and want. Greed, the perfumed hips of women
wickedness, maddens the desire for greed, look but don't touch the playful cousins of greed,
the voluptuous bodies of the sin brings carries the poison of lust and the money hungry
needs of wealth summons the heart pounding migraines of greed.
These lines are written
though not understood
these words are stated
though mistaken
My life is like a gamble
my heart is a stake
with every new card
in another blank slate
here I stand
living in a dazed state
out with my thoughts
and in with the hate
So this is what you call fate
a feeling of fear
of misunderstanding
the pain so demanding
though in the back of my mind
peirced from every bullet
shot from the front lines
Father don't you see,
the Hell you given me
I was born into
and traped within
for with every crack there is,
it takes more time to mend
to the wounds that were left
Is this life just one more test,
or step, this is for the best?
I can hear my heart bounding
beneathe my chest
I wear the armor of God
his holy vest
to hold me together
though I feel broken in two
for here I shall lay
while the devil
gets the best of you
Enter the holy city. The light upon the hill. Live faith. Reject pity. Eat no more than your fill. Learn from the misunderstood. Teach those, by words and deed. Holding to that which is good. Or rejecting good replaced by evil seed. The temptress. Lithia, the controling demon, now outcast. Roams to decieve, then molest. Tell me Lithia, are you rolling? Do you think it will last? Battle worn, now may I rest? Hair so light, ever shining. Lithia flows like a stream. Her eyes so bright. No silver lining. Tell me are you just a dream. Laugh like a jester. Steal my heart like a thief. A boil now to fester. Real, my heart ripped out by your teeth. Lithia, how you possess me? You enter my every thought.Lithia, why molest me? I, your beast of burdon. I have been bought. Bought and sold by Lithia.