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Are we living our life to the fullest?
Or just covering layer between society.
Days are less to take time out of saddest,
No friends, no family then just plant a tree.
Have great company all the time!
Then why to show the world?
That you are having nice sip of wine,
Just creating delusion in your twirl.
You are not present at the very moment,
Each of the time! Just live the presence.
You vibe just like a dull broken fragment,
You are showcasing your own absence.
Stop creating this fakeness in friendships,
All your eyes says that you all are snakes.
Don't treat everyone as in a relationship,
Not more to doubt about, people are awake!
First be yourself',
Then try to be of others.
And at the time of death,
No regrets left.
If given power would you abuse it
or use it to include,
work for the imbalance to be removed,
help the weak the way people helped you, and they did help you, they didn’t have too, now what do you do,
do you reach your hand down
or do you refuse
enjoy your perch and the panoramic view
reached because other allowed you the chance to improve,
now you’re the powerful
they judge you true
so open the doors you walked through,
gift the opportunity to somebody new,
upset the status quo
let the establishment know,
Or do you take power forget and let go,
turn a blind eye to discrimination below the isms and stereotypes and all that’s on show
embracing your status for self righteous greatness
loving yourself surrounded by hatred
abusing that power disgraced in fakeness
a shallow person self celebrated
Why don’t you do
what others need you too
why not pursue
a fairness pursuit
Cus we all came from Africa we all got this far,
you can be part of the process or one to discard,
look at the big picture and see who you are,
you can use both your head and your heart,
don’t let the power and struggle depart,
do people favours,
those closest were strangers,
people put you here,
keep people near,
power shows how you really appear!
Dust to death of a mind of many.
"I'm so tired of pleasing others, from the front of faces of the fake, that they do not understand that my mind is open minded, than seeing the shallow side of life, these people question others but do not see of their own moves, today has truly made my point. My quotes are here to awaken, that you don't dare to cross...
My views and expressions are unheard-of, that seems to be the opposite of the reality of life to some.... I'm here to open minds yet they'll bring me down no matter of my own words of wisdom,
My ears burn on fire within this from the good and even the bad I've done,
But not one has viewed their own trauma... Just repeating words of others that don't exist, to secure their own fakeness and inside of a day that didn't happen the day you're in today, that corrupts their own thoughts towards others.
My view is so wrong it's right to others this one reason trust doesn't exist towards a story of love true love, of words that please the fake to raise their own fantasy.
So please if you are one of those please avoid me as I no longer have the energy to consent to my foolishness of life, please and do not contact me within a shallow mind, the words of love from any mouth means nothing to me nowadays, it's the true connections of my own dimensions the are warm but it indeed is rare...." -Ds-
It's been a few days now since I thought of you
But my recent poetry to you is still true
This one will be a bit of a different view
And maybe with a sassy attitude...
Chris you've always meant a lot to me
But I feel like you don't take what I say seriously
I'll try & break it down the best way it can be
I feel like you give me a lot of false hope
And that a lot of what I say you just ghost
You have a tendency to be inconsistent with me
And lately I'm looking for consistency
I would except consistency even as a friend -
Or if not a friend, I'd expect it with something entirely different with me
And you're leading me to believe that:
(a) You're just playing games & it ain't what it seems to be
(b) You don't want me - yet from him, too, you want me to be free
(c) You're deliberately leading me on, just to retreat us entirely
I'd like someday for OUR intentions to be clear
'Cause I won't move back if it's our last relationship in the mirror
This time around, I'd rather do BIG things with you & start anew
A clean easel for both me & you
I wanna put the work in this time to create something with you
I don't need games, alligator tears, or more wasted & pointless years
I'm tired of all the two-faced fakeness & I'm sick of the unknown fears
This time I'm approaching it a whole other way
'Cause if you decide this time around to give me a second chance
Just watch -
'Cause I'm gonna slay our second romance
In a Family
just there
realizing you're an outlaw
instead of the In-law
treated as if you are not at all welcomed
by some, not all
just going with the flow
you already know
for the big show
knowing that you need to go out the door
family gatherings
events and more
the higher one goes
the score is still low
not at all good enough
just because
no reason at all
where there's no love
there's some hate
arriving early or never too late
instead of the out-law
being an in-law
created measures
the deepest the farthest
shall gather a smile
walking the miles
the shoes become worn, now you are torn
a lot of grief
keeping the beliefs
the sun does shine
my soul is mine
strong shall survive
not fallen nor bend
Life is life
much love is sent
forgiven to some
not for all
the haters didn't win
still, standing tall
acceptance, not my fault
there's a place in thy heart
the fakeness is real
the kindness, not a steal
genuine love cannot be sealed.
The out-In-Law
is still the In-law
rather excepted or not
not their fault
neither love or hate, not in between
the fakeness waves of laughter already seen
nothing off thy plate
the relationship is in
not dying in the sins
a new life began.
Furthermore
even more, still here
my dear
non-fear
just keeping it REAL.
Affection ridden
Disrespect established
Love and tender discarded
False tears and all of the fakeness
In this moment
In this calming bit of second
I hate them more than ever
My own flesh and blood
The disgrace they give
The lack of concern
The spiteful disrespect
The blackness of one’s heart
The least of love
The covered veil of humanity
I have set my mind
I have dealt with their wicked thoughts and tries
They team up against me
Begin to think they are right
But every action makes them darker and stupid
They are planning for a battle
Against someone they think they know
Against someone they think is wrong
Oh warriors of the light!
Aid me, help me, Make them learn
Make them think twice
The lies they conceal
Will make them lose all powers
They will perish
Against me
Against the once-known for a sister
h e a r this h e a r t …
as hurt hangs low
with cursed fidelity
of fame-lit fakeness,
attached to expectations ~
as wraith-leaves coil
around my neck,
under the veil
of mockingbirds,
wearing a cape of blames
and futile boldness,
caught up in
the hypocritic hisses,
where life is tangled
in a sprawling spool
of moon-moths ~
dwindling in
dreamless desires
where materialistic
monks lilt away
in fatal laughs,
and your crimes
remain lethal,
mummified like a
feather-dressed devil,
taming the loyalty
that laments
without the lustre
of Lucifer
in calcified flames …
lifeless … I lurk ~
in the estuary
of dyslexic dialects
running across
those spinal clusters ~
stemming aimlessly,
from the
kryptonite backbone
of kohl-kissed sky,
these headless
accusations
cannot kill me
with the haunt
of telepathic terror,
because, I am
massacred till the
apocalypse of ashes,
pressed between
barbaric petals
of sunset sapiens
and sea-smiths,
one amongst the
awakened dead ,
feasted upon
and forgotten ~
by those
opportunistic
omen-keepers
roaring in the
carcasses of
vivacious vultures …
some skeletons
do not weep
waning fossils ~
within fondescent tombs,
rather, they
metamorphose
into a twilight-
tipped tree ,
bearing the burden
of unblossomed
spirits who refuse
to let go ~
of their delusional
weightlessness,
as they remain
a shackled souvenir
of satanic inflictions,
that the reaper
could not obliviate.
so, you cannot
set me aflame
with aries eyes,
for, there … uprooted,
I am the Madonna ,
the skull of a
hopeless sorceress
left abandoned ,
as an obsidian oasis
of the femme fatale,
shipwrecked
in your deserted heart …
for, this horizon is nothing,
but a vessel of venom,
a framework
made of bones
and stardust frost ~
where poets perish
pulse by pulse ,
and souls lurk
in osteoporotic caves,
like ticking grenades
in the monet of time …
" but I wish,
if only my satanic tears
could be touched by painless paint ~
unafraid to the horror ,
of the artist's frozen eternity … "
*** Inspired by the artwork ~ Ghosts on a Tree, by Franz Sedlacek, 1933.
I used to be cocky nothing could stop me now I live numb to the core I've forgot me need a new hobby something I've not been need to resurface and once again dream people are nasty selfish and ghastly they put themselves first cause others hurt lie and desert for pride they assert fear being lonely reject being holy choose fakeness so phoney the misery moaning people put me off the people so toxic and lethal it's boardline evil a weakness so feeble but if I focus on just myself just on me and no one else maybe I could grow my wealth not my cash I mean emotions treat the mean as if their no ones focus forward see what opens maybe life won't seem so hopeless just to try nonetheless just to be my very best settling for nothing less but for now life is a mess
Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.
Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.
I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway
and while she was gone, I could surely play.
And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.
Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.
The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.
One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.
" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"
her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "
" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy,
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.
Written on 7/3/2016
Pondering the thoughts of nameless enemies
dying to show their face
yet too afraid to be revealed
I forgive & heal from all rocks thrown with ill intent
for I know their time is at hand
Absorbing all the pain that was heaven sent
was all part of the plan
so, I'm comfortable swimming in the tears
for these waters of life have released
me from my fears
I continue to surpass & transcend all stones
sent in my direction because I go with
the current so it was time well spent
But who needs the 2 cents of this faceless gent
who wears & disposes of all masks?
My 6th sense tells me they are just a part
of the present game in a sense, or past
not knowing with whom they play with or against
All asides aside, I can see their role for it
has been played by many in the past & that's ok
My script doesn't contain any of their lines for
their words fall on deaf ears & they're too
blind to see the movie from my eyes
Why would they think they could ever move
me when I'm composed of a mountain of greatness?
Fakeness is real & so is the underlying hate
they embody for real
What I embody is more than words
can explain
so trying to paint THAT picture would only
be in vain
My rain waters all plants & seeds and the
monsoon we bring
floods the minds of sunken ships
in lost places
Am I the only one that sees their misplaced
aggression just looks silly
like clown faces?