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Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
A flock of lies,
A murder of fleas,
Swarm together,
To descend, on a farmland of truth.
brimmed up minds with ideas uncouth.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
Lessons, learning, emotions & love
Devouvered.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
Amidst misty backdrops the sun shivers,
As the silent breeze in the cold quivers.
Between the dawn and sunlight,
Lies trapped a day of anticipated surprise.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
As moments drop past……
The tangerine sunlight.
Pardon me……
Did u just see……….
As farmyards of life bask in sunlight,
Mind chokes in dark ideas not so bright.
A flock of lies……….
Another crushing blow for the truth ...but it never dies….
Its empty now,Nothing left inside
All future plans have up and died,
Since you chose to believe a lie.
And now im left with countless
tears to dry
But all the tears cant wash the stain
Of memories of you etched within
my brain
And the crushing blow to my heart
remains
As a reminder of your inflicted pain
I want to hide alone and die
Im tired of living with this phoney
smile
Where people think im ok but all
the while,
I just want to run a million miles
Away from the memories of your
perfumed smell,
From this once happy home now
an empty shell
Where people can look at me and
never tell
How this quiet soul lives in this hell
I want to shout , i want to scream
I want to wake from this evil dream
Where im stripped naked and left
unclean
A victim of love and hate and
caught between
I cry to a deaf God, who refuses to
hear
Who turns a blind eye to all these
tears
Maybe im just a life of wasted years
Nothing to hope for, nothing to hold
dear.
I for 1
Am all for taking
The next big step up
So long as that next step
Doesn't require anyone
Stepping on or over
Those who 1st helped them take
baby steps
That lead you to the bottom step and
in doing so inspired your desire to climb
at all
Like when after winning a major
tournament achieving said sought
success
The second after you sack that very
coach that got you and set you on
your winning way and path
Then stepping on or over there dreams
is a price worth willing to pay
Rather not a step to far
Because to me that would be a
crushing blow
And the greatest loss or all
Because any victory devoid without
one's friends to compliment and
celebrate with
Is as hollow and as empty as
the heart that is willing to cast's aside
Those who should mean the most
Simply in order to get what they want
I am what I am, and I can’t change the part of me
That has such a craving for the carcass on the road.
I circle the desert from high above to see what I see.
The guilt I feel in waiting for death is not a heavy load.
I get lots of pleasure in seeing a creature in pain
From the crushing blow of an oncoming car or truck.
I’ll hunt for my food, whether it’s in the sun or the rain.
There’s a lot of skill involved and hardly any luck.
I’m great at what I do, and some may think I’m vain,
But it’s just jealousy that drives them to think that way.
I really have no enemies, because that would be insane.
It’s an honor to be my meal, and the price that some must pay.
I swoop down from the sky ignoring all of my fears,
And eat my lunch in the road until I get my fill.
As I think back on my life and what I’ve done through the years,
I look up and I become what I eat…ROAD KILL!
as the night
falls down dead
in colourless thoughts
polluting inner eye
drifting about lifeless
waters in storm swell
creeping out of shadows
strangling emotions
choking the life
in the host
deep frozen chilled
cutting to the bone
in odourless pain pleas
battle in the clouds
without mercy
gasping crushing blow
the taste of cold steel
sweetly cut deep
in swollen red eyes
i bled on you
drained tired look
tearing emotions
sick to the stomach
knotted up tight
barking mad
the heart in pain cries
silent lips move
quivering ache
on barren land
parched the feeling
walking through the eye
a zombie
in the graveyard of death
heartless soul lost
lifeless the eyes
a mirror light within
deep burning fire
warms the heartbeat
each beat
fractured and broken
in the dark
alone
to die
is love
buried
~ ~ ~
Within Me…
I don’t think I’ll make it
Through another year
The wear and tear keeps breaking me down
Though I will not shed a tear
The darkness that’s upon me
Never fades to reveal light
Fears alone that I see
Hide so deep within me
Completely out of sight…
The weight I feel upon me
Sinks me like a stone
And though it seems at times I rise back up
I always deal with it alone
No words can heal these wounds
No consolation calls
Silence that surrounds me
And screams so deep within me
Echo off of all the walls…
Walls I’ve built within me
Walls I’ve built around
The house of cards is crumbling now
But still falls without a sound
The fears I’ve kept inside me
All of those I cannot face
Have finally dealt to me
This crushing blow
That has led to my fall from grace…
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)
Many times ive questioned my purpose
In my days upon this earth
Its something i have struggled with
From the days since my birth
Ive wandered to and fro in life
Ive seen good fortune pass me by
Ive felt the crushing blow of heartaches
And seen many tears fall from my eyes
Theres times ive made poor choices
Where consequences rendered pain
And regretful hurtful actions
I can never take back again
I can only be honest with my creator
Who knows my true heart inside
And now its in his grace and comfort
Where i now choose to reside
I will never judge another soul
As i have my own flaws to bear
And i have chosen to be forgiving
And to show more love and care.
It matters not how people see me
Or how their words may tear me apart
It only matters that before my God
He sees my truest heart.
Now that my days have come full circle
And i sit and ponder over my past
It is only the things ive done for Christ
That will forever last.
I was your bride, stood by your side - now you have lied
I said before; lies I abhor… you told me four
Words get heated, you’d cheated , I feel defeated
Your mum is sad and tells your dad, I’m boiling mad!
That blonde masseur - you’d slept with her, my minds a blur
I see red, you’d defiled our bed … your ego fed
You low life lout I scream and shout - I throw you out
I’ve packed your bag … go to that hag - soon tongues will wag
You’ve got no dough a crushing blow … she says just go!
A home you lack, can you come back - sling your hook Jack!
Keen Observation I Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
08/17/20
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!