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Wanna move up the ladder fast?
I'll tell you what to do;
Run to the boss's office,
And shine those dirty shoes
Are your fingers stout enough,
To massage his smelly feet?
Clip those crusted toe nails,
Make sure they're nice and neat
Hang around the time clock,
Snitch on those who's late;
Spend more time in the lunchroom,
Scrubbin' those greasy plates
Volunteer for overtime,
Never seek a penny more;
Bring up the morning papers,
Deliver 'em to his door
Walk his ugly dogs,
Drag 'em at least a mile;
Find someone to baby sit,
You'll be gone for quite a while
Show up when you're ailing,
No matter how dark or drab;
Take him out for dinner,
Be sure to pick up the tab
Drive his wife to the mall,
She's bound to get a thrill;
Make sure she's extra happy,
When you ask to pay the bill
Wash their dirty laundry,
Maintain that sculpted lawn;
Sleep is just a fairy tale;
You're workin' up 'til dawn
Take his kids to the zoo,
Let 'em drive you up a wall;
If they throw rocks at a camel,
Be sure to take the fall
Get ready for a let down,
Kissin' up won't take you far;
Bosses ain't really stupid,
But boy, they know YOU are!!
It was 7.45am and very little was said
This was the day forever she would dread
Please let me go to the man she pled
But he chose to aim the gun at her head
Her life flashed before her was she already dead?
Was she just dreaming and about to awake?
This was the day forever she would dread
Fearing for her life what would he take?
The man ran off but to where no one saw
The gun at her head she couldn't ignore
Knowing he'd gone she arose from the floor
Her whole body trembling she looked to the door
Wanting for a cigarette she left the store
Inhaling where she stood the shaking wouldn't stop
The gun at her head she couldn't ignore
Getting her a seat they realised she was in shock
With the ordeal now over recovery can begin
11/11/2017
A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy!
My soul tries to ignore this Grim Reaper at my door.
I've seen him before, now he's back like an eager whore.
Upon my last breath, I prepare to dance with death,
sadly I must confess, I'm beginning to lose my strength.
Should I weep with woe, if this is my 'swan song' tango.
I just need to know how to perform my ending show.
Like a fish drawn to bait, it's time to accept my fate,
heaven or hell's gate is not for me to debate.
From mourning please abstain as memories will remain,
but those who mocked with disdain, from fake cries please refrain.
Silence was my nepenthe, but now it's my enemy,
as death is an adversary without a remedy.
Silent One
18 April 2021
She didnt even remember my birthday ...
Shows how special i am..
I feel im just another vague memory..
Cast adrift at sea..
Only i i wish i could loose my memory
I keep pretending i can handle everything
But on the inside it's tearing me to pieces
Bit by bit each day
And life just slowly fades away
Nobody sees my tears or cares to wash them away
The one i needed most..im surprised
she remembered my true name
Take your time she says..
I need time she says..
Saying im the one playing it like a game
But im the one that feels she cant commit
And indecisiveness and evasion is the name
Of her game
Seeing her tell everyone she loves them but me for her birthday..
Drives a knife in my heart
down to the belly of my stomache
I feel like im a zombie inside
No hope is for me
Forsakened and left in a tree
Oh how it brings back memories.
No way to know if she really loves me still
Or she is the one playing with me
But all i know is ut hurts my soul
Because i never win with people
A piece of my heart remains desolate
And sometimes i feel it will forever be
No matter how hard i try
I always die
Just wish she would give me some assurance
Instead of leaving me in dark..
I dont want to be in the dark anymore
So much of my life has been..
Its like a handle without a door..
As my heart hits the floor
Bruising again and again
until it hurts no more
There is sun after the rain
Let me first catch my fast train
Greed will leave you with no gain
There is healing after pain
Leave your worries in the drain
I did not notice you have gone astray
Wasting away like the gray of today
Well, God is here and He will lead the way
For now, let go of remaining dismay
I still have hope that we will be okay
Not much in mind – it does not make sense
But, make sure to make my shoulders less tense
Throw away regrets and seek repentance
God’s mercy gives us hope and acceptance
Waiting for a sign of deliverance
I am feeling more and more on my own
But, I have faith that I am not alone
Reminders of the past, like a ringing phone,
Kept repeating my downfalls, far from unknown
I believe His light of truth will be shown
There is hope in store – can’t mope anymore
Life is not always a thought to ignore
Maybe the reason you closed the door
Is because you have lost something you adore
Well, I know what you’re looking for…
I am not buying your little mind games
All I have left is thrown into the flames
I remember the times you called me fowl names
Somehow, I will forgive you with no shames
No one needs to take the blames
There is life after demise
No need to be fooled – be wise!
Do not fall for bitter lies
Instead, give ear to our cries
Doubt no more, poor weeping eyes!
I want to buy my Valentine
and get her something good
I don't care if she loves me
or even if she could
I hope to get a blonde girl
Skinny and good looking
maybe one who's smart
and fairly new to hooking
I'll take her to McDonald's
and pay for two to dine
I'll even hand her napkins
when she spills food on mine
I'll walk her through the park
and dodge the doggy doo
I'll even hold her hand
and kiss her right on queue.
I'll put my jacket around her
when she is getting cold
I'll even light her cigarette
and stop when I am told
We'll make a little small talk
We'll stop to watch the ducks
and then it will get silent
and words will turn to shucks
Soon we'll go to my place
to play the perfect songs
I pray they sound romantic
and cover up my wrongs
The night will turn to morning
as we play through the night
I'll try to make some small talk
just to avoid a fight
We'll wake up to some coffee
with toast and peanut butter
I'll say the date is over
and hope she doesn't mutter
I'll see her to the door
and lock it when she's out
Just to spare my feelings
so not to watch her pout
Next year I'll find another
Maybe one with money
and when it ends with toast
I'll have her buy some honey
Making repetitive decisions.
Stumbling once more
into this drug-addicted trap,
lost thoughts begin bleeding out
on paper.
While those forgotten run overtime
beneath the subconscious,
in attempts to illuminate
what my eyes cannot hide.
This never-ending shift
in the revolving door of emotions and morality
leaves me without breath,
somehow still breathing.
Cut open is my flesh,
as rogue thoughts crash like waves upon the shore.
Restless is my mind,
while eyes lock in a steady haze.
The dryness in the air
causes blinking eyes to wonder
how most lose their sight.
Not many stop to ponder.
To live faceless
in a blinding world.
Hearing the pain
in another's song—
we must be related.
Having poured out all of oneself,
questions remain.
Was it ever love?
Or always lust?
Voicing these realities
becomes like a temperature
too hot to touch.
Unable to unsee
what has become fragile,
while I became careless.
I saw her standing by the door
after school waiting for her ride
I waved and said
“Au revoir” as I passed by
It was all I had time for
on my way to French Club
I was always in a rush then
considering my future
what more I could do to stand out
on college and scholarship
applications
hoping to escape the poverty
that had plagued my family
for generations
I’d be the first to go
I couldn’t know
the next time I’d see her
would be in a casket
my childhood crashing to an end
at the age of fourteen
exactly a week
before my fifteenth birthday
like the car that killed her
driven by a drunk
sentenced to
a mere seven years
only serving two
for taking the one true friend
I’d ever had
away from me forever
Au revoir means
until I see you again
He will leave me low
he will leave me not ...
oh, flower, do your petals know?
If I sleep with him, sparks won't keep; knowing my truth,
he'll cut me loose. Each day and night, I plot and plan to
avoid sleeping snuggled with my man. He has love's need
to cuddle bed deep but I know he'll either laugh or weep.
Flower, to him I'll confide I'm ever wishin' that a garage
door sealed my kitchen. Smiling, I'll say I sleep-eat;
wake with berries in my hair and bits of eclair. I'll tell
him lowering sheets may expose chip bits and also relief
there are no dips. I'll say I eat unaware and can't be
woken, but will he run after I've spoken?
Once I've told of sleep crumbs, I have to tell him I sleep
sucking my tongue. Putting another smile on my face, I'll
say my fingertips rub my pillowcase. I wasn't breast fed
so, I fell in this mold and my tongue noise is loud, I'm told.
The pillowcase must be my mother's skin and sucking my
way of drinking in.
Flower, will he cuddle in my bed, knowing I'll chew, suck
and rub near his head? I'll leave out that scratching the
end of my spine makes me go pee, every time.
He will leave me low,
he will leave me not,
he will leave .... running with all he's got.
I took a walk with my father,
We went some miles and stopped,
He looked up at the sky,
I knew it was yet another tale,
He told me to look up,
What does he have to say this time?
A question that resounded in me,
Beyond us are the unseen,
Beyond us are the spirits of the night,
Beyond us is a sacred alignment,
What you see is just a veil,
He turned to look at me,
I could see the depth in his eyes,
I could see the deluge coming from his soul,
Son, you can’t just live life in the terrestrial,
Son, you can’t just open the door with dimmed eyes,
It’s the unseen that paints the portrait,
It’s the unseen that blotches the portrait,
It’s the unseen that sculpts the day,
We only add our colours,
Our walk back home was a tranquil stream.
I still take a walk with my father,
In reverie and quietness, we go on a walk,
In the solace of time, we talk,
I'm no more of dimmed sight,
I've seen the piercing light,
I know how the drum beats sound,
Those that come from the hollow of the night,
I know they're creatures that bow the Iroko tree,
I know they're archers that target the stars,
I know they're lions crouching in their lairs,
I know they're warriors that bear the shield,
I know I can now see with my father’s eyes.
September 19, 2023.