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Tears mingle with pain.
her heart breaks as she blinks back the doubts,
risking the still essence of heartbreak,
trembling, the lonely ache whispering through her,
tempting her to walk away,
find her own grace in the wings of silence,
where fear feeds her morsels of anxiety,
singing in notes of what might have been,
oh, what might have been!
Tears travel through her soul,
stirring darkness with feelings who bleed
despair, melancholy, lies,
who grieve, even though the loss,
is beyond grief – it is stone cold as a January night,
when the snow drifts in around the soul,
letting the wind blow, stealing all the warmth
from a fireside of grace,
where the lie spreads its rumors,
gossiping about a past that is never coming back,
a past that plants seeds in the clouds,
seeds of hurt, stinging,
suffocating the hopes, the dreams,
the faith that continues to simply believe.
Tears ignite the mourning,
singing blues, melancholy falling away,
sliding over the life,
like the dew on the petal,
slowly stilling the moments, the insights
into beautiful, where shadows delight,
breathing echoes,
pain promises, through prayers,
to just let go of the past,
escape from twilight’s grasp,
find the rhythm of light,
soothing as God’s gentle smile.
Tears, like secret dreams,
still the laughter,
stirring, dancing beneath her wings,
simple yearnings, breathless
and risking each faded feeling,
as darkness beckons,
taking away the melody, so calm,
she remembers,
nothing can harm her,
except the fear that settles in her soul,
reaching through her hopes,
dimming each blessing,
disguising the gestures of life’s choir,
the cadence, the beat, the measure
beneath the silence,
where wonderful knows…
tears, though they bring pain,
are just as important, with nothing to gain,
as the joy that sustains,
the joy that shimmers in the dark skies,
like starlight and moonbeams,
inspiring the night,
as it fades beneath the morning sunlight,
who feeds the oaks and the pines,
makes memories for robins,
and songs for butterflies –
tears, although subtle –
flowing – glowing across dark’s cruel tongue,
oh how they shine!
Tears are surely divine.
Pretending and false,
no one knows them at all,
disguising their faults, their views and their thoughts,
using fake personalities in untrue realities,
talking their way to delusion insanity,
seeming convinced as they mask every inch,
strapped into their cover they can't see no other,
they point and they blame to divert from their shame,
play pitiful games behind backs in the shade,
entitled no titles
who see all a rival,
but should you get them
"what you being so sly for?",
they enjoy when you're down,
they enjoy when you're out,
keeping you there saying "I'm helping him out",
they have to look good guys,
they have to look nice,
talking their image never seen with your eyes,
expect you to help them, congratulations and well done,
and when it's your turn resentment is welcome,
the bitterness shows with each heartfelt pump,
and on your worst days insults are slung,
they've known worst ways and remind you like scum,
envy attention given to you,
make jokes or get moody to take it back too,
whilst claiming that you do the things which they do,
but do they know this? No, they havent a clue,
entitled by right,
defensive by nature,
selfish uptight ,
a KING yet a WASTER.
choice changes from time to time
colors change from day to night
confused? where's the consciousness
reaches to the boom
Wisdom remains intact
in shadow everything is seen clear
elements of misguiding images
fly with own disguising factors
Day and night change the nature
The nature also gets change accordingly
the strength remains the same
whatever changes even frequently
A DREAMERS PLIGHT ON JUDGEMENT DAY
Give solely sovereign sway & Masterdom.
The air nimbly & sweetly recommends itself unto my gentle senses
To commend the ingredients of my poisoned chalice.
But this same thing we desire the most
That makes us say 'the one I love the most is the one I hate the most'.
The love that follows us at times is our trouble.
How tender it is to love the babe that milks me?
And make my face vizards to my heart,
Disguising what they are.
False face hide what the false heart knows.
From a dream, I hear a shout; a loud one
But hear it not, the dreamer; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell
For sleep is the cousin of death
Which keeps the face pale as lights thickens,
The crow flies away to the rooky wood.
Nights black agents rouse to their preys.
As a dreamer wakes unannounced from nightmare
And eats his meal in fear
Sleeping in the affliction of those terrible dreams
That shakes him nightly.
The torture of the mind which maketh lie
In restless ecstasy...
My virtues will plead like Angels trumpet-tongued.
Upon the sightless winds
Shall blow the realities (of life) in every eye,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose.
Innocence & pity like a naked new born baby
Striding the blast or heavens cherubim riding on an horseback
Then arose to escape the thrills of the instant
Living a coward you ones own esteem.
And I asked: is it nights predominance or days shame?
But knowing where my path leads to; I follow my journey
Even when the dark night strangles my travelling lamp.
Would nature hold God's benison from those
That would make good of bad and friends of foes?
Maybe with vivacious or flushed face, we all go to the grave
After life's fitful fever, we sleep well
And be not disturbed, nothing touches us further.
Just like a possessive man trust are their great grandmothers
He sleeps well not, because six feet of solid earth
Hath not keep her permanently underground.
She would creep out - so many Lazaruses from the grave
But after the dead which goes to peace
And at the end, hears a voice cast from pure gold, calling
Heaven or hell, the book chooses
Even he who was left unwept, untombed,
A rich sweet sight for the hungry birds beholding
Leaves for a permanent and eternal home.
Get set.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2009.
Every one’s got an opinion
We are entitled to our views
But, we won’t all agree the
Difference often times are
Huge
Somehow the simpler the
Problem harder the
Moot
Layering instead of issues
Open wounds
And personalized attacks
Are used
A point of contention is
The deliberate disguising of
The truth
Distorting facts
Figures assembled by rote
Really there are a lot to be
Desired
Having regards to the distance
Between what had first prompt
The opinion
And the reasoning that led
To this irrational tirade and suit
A stuck in a bog like situation
Ensue
Like the dreaded dream state
Being awake and can’t speak
Move or do what you want to
While the root rot
The debates rambles on
Unable to; save quip,
Get a grip on solid ground
Consensus pursuit
Blue laugher dancing across her face
saving her from embarrassing grace.
Another night in Jack’s Corner Bar
leaving her torturous thoughts afar.
Dirty dancing a nightly affair
concealing truths in neon glare.
Cheap, gaudy jewels sparkling in glow
disguising secrets no one must know.
Angel caught in inelegant fall
once the virtuous belle of the ball.
A dark heart deceived her naiveté.
She fights to keep the demons at bay.
Another round with a double back
barely takes off the chill of attack.
Blue laughter returns to empty eyes,
cloaking sadness in a veiled disguise.
Loud tunes, cheap liquor, thrills on the floor.
Meaningful conversation a bore.
Her dreams for the future tossed aside.
No husband, children, never a bride.
“Bartender, another. Make it two!”
Easy to forget with mind askew.
Nights full of nothing and nevermore.
Relationships harder than before.
More common these nights she spends alone.
Not the sweet belle as she was once known.
Alone and lonely in her despair.
Options were few when emotions lay bare.
Blue laughter faded and disappeared.
Her heart dead, her reputation smeared.
A future uncertain with lost hope.
She was failure, not ready to cope.
Music thumping through her throbbing head
replaying the hurtful words he’d said.
She deserves better than she will get.
Nothing left in her glass but regret.
Project 2025, a tale that some have spun
Of less government, and more to come
Disguising rules and mandates with an ease
Using more government the right does please
Reducing funds, saying to trim the U.S. core
Now watch as their power grows much more
From health to speech, their views will tread
With heavy hands, it’s their right they said
Contradicting the laws then to claim liberty
With their intentions saying it’s the right to be
Drafting freedoms, written down it’s clear
But it’s to continue their distributing fear
Controlling us with their very own vision
Promoting more, in this country of division
To oversee us, reigning us in, and then to bind
Are all contradictions they’ve carefully designed
The Masked Singer is an entertainer on stage in masquerade
A baker by day; a singer by night with accolade
The Masked Singer dresses as a male and sometimes female
He is a ***** but with many personalities of a strong male
The masked one bakes bread in the morning
Before dawn donates bread in an orphanage
That's what he does in bright days of living
Sings and dance in the evening passage
The masked male renders songs of praise
To God and to all of humane haste
Once he was awarded in the Hall of Craze
Disguising as a singing pauper on streets of blaze
It's a short-lived life narrated about the masked singer
Who died shortly after a sponsored-play with a ringer
A runaway train in the dark that ran over
His untenable body wringed and flattened headless
Yards away from the rail... a rolling head of the masked singer
"I dedicate this simple poem to a friend representing all other hardworking LGBTQs of the World who offer more than enough of themselves in saving other people's lives."
(Prosebite)
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
I remember it well that October night
Meteors aligned tipped like candelabra lights
I'm sitting in my outhouse under a hakka lantern
Yea, in Guangxi Province, pending storm concerns
Kinda spooky feeling magnetic electric zipping
Need to lay of the 'Jacks' feels like I'm tripping
It's like a potion to me, it brings me to likes edge
Thankfully the 'Moor' in me, saves me from the ledge
Wow, crash boom bang, thunder clap new, mun!
Blimey, bloody broom noisy, just like my neighbour
Erratic lightning laylines break open Eastern skies
Suddenly a shadow in the corner, and I ff'ing swore!
My legs aren't even moving but this misty fog lures I
Bleary eyes focusing at, at, this Succubus, she
On the Radio 'Wake me I am dreaming' by the 'Love Affair'
Minds guising disguising, just what is 'Jacks' streaming
I awake in the morn, wondering what went the night before
Elves, Goblins, Fairies or could it be the Jinn Genie!
Blimey if I was worth my weight in salt, I'd go to church
But if I told this story when younger, I'd sure have got the birch.