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Lying awake listening to the sounds of sirens, echoing through the night
Alone in the apartment with his younger siblings, hoping his mother comes home all right
Drug addicts pounding on the front door, wanting to buy another fix
Johns looking for what the johns look for; he and his brothers the result of that mix
He hasn’t seen his mother for the last four days; where she is nobody seems to know
But it has been this way for his entire twelve years; the lady likes to just come and go
He cares for his brothers the best a young boy can, he changes diapers and wipes their nose
He dreams every day of being swept away and taken to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of Harlem
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
He finds himself in prison again; he’s been here half his life
When his mother never made it home again, he had to steal food just to stay alive
His brothers have been taken away from him, landing in prisons of their own
A prison cell with a bed inside, is the closest thing he’s had to a home
He sleeps with one eye opened, fearing his cellmates as well as the guards
He has to fight to gain a level of respect from the criminals out in the yards
He reads everything he possibly can about life outside of his prison windows
And fantasizes about the day he can drift off to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of Riker’s Island
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
He lays in a pool of his own blood from the gunshots in his chest
He tried to change his lot in life but fell short of passing that test
No opportunities were ever offered him to live a life free of crime
Nobody was there to show him how; no one ever took the time
Twenty-eight years old is too young to die, but he had nothing left to loose
With the only option of going to prison again, this is the road that he did choose
He hoped to go to a better place as he saw the afterlife glows
And finally let his soul go free and be taken to where the wind blows
“Let the winds blow me out of my body
Let them blow me to Paradise
Let the winds blow me away from here
To a life that is really nice”
Guess who just had a baby
Then hearing about another death of a celebrity
Say hello to a group of friends
But look down and see I’m mute again
So Put in my password and username
But everyone logs into a different game
What? Am I the shadow?
Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand?
Yes, please let me buy that
No wait. What the hell! This aint Only-Fans!
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still, neither will I.
But when I say "[redacted]" no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
Screw it. The shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ”[redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“
You expect me ‘cause I’m taller
To reach for that ‘cause you’re hotter
You want me to donate to your charity
So you can get a tax break from my humanity
Here’s a remedy, stop panhandling me
Read my lips stop asking for tips
A pretend look of surprise, let me reoffend
I recommend you go ask your boyfriend
Stop using me as a steppingstone to your next sunrise
The only thing thatd make you cry is rubbing salt in your eyes
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. Neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
screw it. The shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ” [redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“
This how your kindness is manifest
Standing on a mountain ants call home
Or your moral throne where only birds would nest
So please, leave me alone
Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," They all cry, “It’s unalive!"
Checkmate. The shadow you knew is dead
Shot in the head. So That being said, "[redacted] all of you.“
[redacted] all of you.
So [redacted] all of you.
[redacted] all of you
So [redacted] all of you
[redacted][redacted]
[redacted] all of You!
Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes foresee;
Different Man Flourishing...
Suspiciously—Supplication solicited;
Subjectively settling, storms subdue, spontaneously subsiding
Surprisingly...sanctuaries submerged
Sobriety—Soaked scathingly;
Staleness spun savagely, strangely straying, sprung
Scourging...southern spiral
Suddenly—Solitude strangling;
Shallow significants seedily surrounds scrupulousness, slumbering
Spitefulness...shunning sympathy
Systematically—Struggling swiftly;
Skulking shadows slithering, seized sanity, seething
Stragglers scrapping...smuggling
Supposedly—Soberness swarming;
Sunrises selectively swerving, sunsets scattering
Emotionally—Erraticism encouraged;
Enduring essential enemies,
Equivocal excursions...escalating
Hereupon—Heretics hushed hereafter;
Different Man Henceforth...
Relentlessly—Reaping ramifications;
Remorsefully relapsing regrettably, resentful realization recognizing
Reflection...refusing reality
Condescendingly—Condemning contradictions;
Cautiously concealing contortions, conducting contrived conniptions
Conscientiously...capricious consciousness
Arrogantly—Acquiring awareness;
Ignorantly ignoring ideologies, deceitful dramatic disagreements
Transpire...transitioning transgressions
Occasionally—Ostracizing occurs;
Overthinking orchestrates overreactions, obsessively obtaining optimization
Brazenly—Begged, blindingly became;
Different Man Behindhand...
The Perfect Guy
Every girl fantasizes about what the perfect guy would be like
would it be like the movie enchanting
or would it be like a Cinderella story
as a child you would dream about this
you was the one always saying
that's going to happen to me one day
but as you got older
you eventually experienced your first heart break
so you knew it wasn't true
you thought he was perfect
he was special
he was the one
everything was good at first
until you had that first argument
you thought it would be the first and last one
but it wasn't
now you found yourself crying more and more
so you ended it
because it wasn't suppose to be like that
the perfect guy wont hurt you
he"ll hate to see so much as you crying
he can tell whats wrong with you
just by looking at you
he doesn't like to be away from you
your always on his mind
the perfect guy knows every little detail about you
and he still cares
he loves you for who you are
he loves your personality
he loves your smile
he loves the way you laugh
he loves the little things you do to put a smile on his face
he loves to hear you talk
he wants to hear your voice
he knows all the right things to say
he tells you that your the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen
but ti him its not always about the looks
its whats in the heart that matters
he loves you because his heart tells him so
he loves you because its something about you
that he has never felt before
he loves you because your the one he feel in love with
the perfect guy will always be there
no matter what
the perfect guy could be standing right in front of you
but your to blind to see it
he could even be your best friend
but no that's wrong
that will ruin your friendship
but why?
he knows everything about you
you can tell him anything
you love to be around him
he is what i described as perfect
have you not caught on yet
once in your lifetime you have thought about this
you and your best friend
yea that's funny
that's a good joke
but its true
you may say there is nothing more to us
were just friends
are you sure?
My eyes, a camera that captures only pictures of you.
Bewitched by your mystical beauty in and out,
from every angle, my sight searches only you and you.
All your exquisite, colorful images are forever stored in my mind,
an exhilarating album of vivid memories of you.
Your gilded hair bright like rays of a golden sun
floats in with a new dawn of hope and happiness.
Your silvery skin glows like serene moonlight
that soothes the darkest hours of night with tranquillity.
Twinkle in your starry eyes dazzles the dullness
with mystique of celestial glamour and glitz.
Nectar dripping from those luscious lips
full of fruity flavors and the scent of your body
saturated with floral fragrance is the ambrosia
for satisfying the hunger and thirst of a craving lover.
Often I animate those images with my love-struck feelings
and weave romantic stories of our eternal love.
My hypnotized eyes lost in the labyrinth of imagination,
fantasizes you when I'm awake
and dreams about you when I'm asleep.
I see with every sunrise, our love grows stronger
with a blessed union of two bodies and souls
immune to all the curses as we float and fly
together across the sea and sky surrounded by magic.
Awed by the miracles of love, we dance and sing
to the rhythm of our synchronized heartbeats
in our timeless world of romance where the sun sets
into the nights burning with flames of passion.
Sound of longing echoes through intimacy's silence
as we lay entwined in each other’s arms lovingly.
On the walls of my heart is your name engraved
and your portraits regally framed with my genuine love for you.
It's like an unbroken love spell that you have cast on me.
The magnitude of magic is that right now I am casting it on you
as you read my words sprinkled with star*dust.
Date: 07/26/2017
Note: A love spell/letter to my beloved.
For the contest (Romantic Write) by John Hamilton.
*Placed Fifth*
In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.
He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush eagerly to his aid when he needs them.
Each of them, whether single or not,
imagines herself with him and how it would be
to be alone with him, aboard his fancy yacht
submerged in the mesmerizing gaze
of his warm hazel eyes.
In the evening he goes home to his wife,
a lovely though docile woman, fragile like a flower.
Immediately on seeing her, he starts in
with his usual barrage of complaints,
belittling her and poking fun at her homemaking skills,
the dinners she has waiting for him, her style of dress,
and every minor physical flaw she might possess.
She accepts it all with her pretty blonde head bowed
like that of a wilted lily,
for she knows that to oppose him
will only result in a more tangible type of abuse,
and he is always careful when he hurts her.
Doctor that he is, he knows well to leave no marks.
She retires quietly to bed,
worried little about any sexual advances toward her.
Although she longs for the touch of a man,
she is grateful to be left alone by her spouse.
Meanwhile, with liquor in hand,
he’s gone into the den, shutting the door behind himself.
Logged on as Mr. Hyde at his favorite website,
he peruses the myriads of Adonises available,
peering salaciously at each nude explicit photo
with wide hungry hazel eyes taking in every little detail
as he plans his next big adventure out of town
and fantasizes trysts on his fancy private yacht
with the sexiest of the men that he can solicit.
posted 2/21/12
Submitted 9/23/22 For One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
He's Just A Man!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being accused of sexual allegations by too many women!
He's just a man
living in 2018
trying to survive it in a world of women accusing him and so many other men with sexual allegations!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always on his guard and being
forced to always prove his innonence everywhere he goes!
He's just a man
living in 2018
trying to survive in this world of too many women crying rape as if it is the new old crying wolf saying!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being found guilty in the courts whether he is guilty or innocent
and being sentenced to any amount of years to life in prison!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being forced to accept third and fourth generation feminism and women empowerment, and women being better than men, being forced onto him and other fellow men as well!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always wondering and asking where has all the masculinity gone to?
He's just a man
living in 2018
wondering and pondering
why women of today are redoing old movies which originally had male dominant roles, and replacing them with female dominant roles?
He's just a man
living in 2018
wishing he had recorded
every second
every minute
every hour
every week
every month
every year
of his life
in order to have actual video footage evidence proving his innocence from power-hungry and gold-digging women as well!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always wondering and pondering
what the hell has happened to today's society and generations!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being blamed for being a chauvinist because he believes in being a macho man and hanging out with other men and wants to bring back the old times which he fantasizes about being in again!
He stares at this work of art when I’m not looking.
I admire his silhouette from a distance.
He wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
Yet my love barely knows of my existence.
I think about the warmth that we could possibly share,
As I live this elegant moment in time.
I can only dream of our bodies harmonizing into one,
Because in reality I understand that he’ll never be mines.
He creates an image inside of his mind,
On what it would feel like to have me near.
And although there is another male contour standing next to me,
I can only dream of his frame and soul standing here.
He fantasizes about taking the place of my companion.
And I willingly join him by taking his hand.
We complete a voyage of eternal love…
…as I’m snapped back into the present by my actual man.
My mate can feel a difference but can’t confront the truth,
That the woman he loves is slowly slipping away.
Her heart is being stolen by the one that she has adored before him,
And this feeling of loss is growing rapidly every day.
She can’t break his heart because she’ll feel selfish,
But in the process I know that I’ll be breaking my own.
And to breakup with someone that truly cares about her,
Would not only be heartless but wrong.
So therefore I can only imagine being with my loves presence,
And my love can only dream of being with me.
We have to live with the fact that we can only adore each other from afar,
Which means that likely we could never, ever be.
The unity of our mind body and soul,
Was the one thing that my heart desired.
Since I have to think of someone else for a change,
The lust and adoration for him would have to burn in the fire.
You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...
There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep
The eccentric puppeteer with a flock of black sheep
Mysteriously promoting subconscious motivations
And slipping in mischievously to my daily communication
There's the part of me that sullenly sulks and mopes
Impossible to please and the dasher of all my hopes
Nothing is ever good enough 'cause it's all so bad
If I ever go to a rubber room, it's 'cause he drove me mad
There's the part of me that endlessly fantasizes
Always conjuring grandiose and complicated enterprises
Content to ruminate and pontificate, but never actually "do"
He's the one who looks fine, as long as you look askew
There's the part of me that works hard and stays quiet
Generally, he's the one I allow to be the pilot
Busy keeping this mind field intact and nicely landscaped
He's the one I always wish got a chance to have escaped
There's many other parts of me vying for their turn at the helm
But, for the most part, I never let them overwhelm
It's as easy as herding cats or nailing jello to the wall
But I must have a self-governing principle, a guiding protocol
I never let any part of myself run the show always
Some I can only let out on vacations and holidays
And I never keep any part of myself shut out completely
I just let it out ever so discreetly
Tantamount Andrea,
Your beauty crumbles my veins and compels me to whisper to desire.
My heart blossoms as the fantasizes stir to my brains,
Call it desire, bonny or may be, mirage.
You’re a princess I think of during the sunrise,
And then dreams accrue at night.
Ranee, I want to pedal with you this a thousand mile,
Through the horizon to the wild hills,
Prime-time will get nowhere to ascend but only trail us-
To the city of magnificent distances!
Andrea! We see and veer for we are like soul mates.
Let’s live a double life barnstorming Andrea!
Andrea! Memoirs about you will never seize to fade away,
Never fade away from my heart,
Just because my heart peeked farther,
And because you’re ubiquitous!
Clay is molded in my heart,
Just to keep a simulacrum of you, Andrea!
Bizarre we will be, a force to be reckoned,
We will tamp and mingle the galaxy till we vanquish it.
We will laugh, smile and cuddle all in one lot.
Andrea! Just focus your eyes on the road and nothing will go wrong!
Your Beauty is a masterpiece my Mona Lisa!
Andrea you’re my finest admiration.
Andrea! I want to share the dawn and the full moon with you.
Andrea your love is a glowing neon sign of paradise,
Your love is blithe, unhinged, my Andrea!
I love you against all the odds Andrea.
Correct me, if I’m wrong, Andrea!
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