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I'm trying my hardest to portray
That through all this sadness I'm still sane
But my mind is racing, I can't break free
Will someone please rescue me
I'm sick of feeling the way I do
But the past is making me feel so blue
What can I do to make things better
Maybe I'll start by writing a letter
Pen to paper, thoughts set free
The way you loved me damaged me
A black cloud over me always there
Pain and torture iv had my fair share
Maybe there was always something wrong me
Maybe the truth will set me free
Maybe darkness was my fate
Maybe others can relate
Simple things I can no longer do
Broken hearted through and through
What usually brings me so much joy
Makes me mad and makes me annoyed
Music is my therapist
Since day one, headphones in bought me bliss
But now I just let the songs play
I don't even think "she" could make me stay
I don't want to die, I'm not suicidal
But I feel I'm just fighting for survival
Smile on my face, but my mind is blank
I just want to take my life back
Coming up are lots of unknowns
When I think the worse I feel so alone
Many have hurt me, I ignored it all
Now I feel that was my downfall
If I had stood up for myself and put up a fight
Would all of the wrongs be made right
Or would she still stopped loving me
I suppose the future is not for us to forsee
I'm trying my hardest to stay afloat
My mind in darkness, so these poems I wrote
Music playing but no joy yet
So I'll sit here and light another cigarette
My heart has never been so broken
Failed as a child, my truth never spoken
For all that happend is now in the past
I know this sadness won't always last
I'm letting you know I'm still sane
I will fight through all this pain
I will make it through to the other side
But there are still so many tears left to cry
Broken hearts do eventually mend
I won't let this be my end
When all is better and all said and done
Maybe I'll see I'm the lucky one
I say I'm fine, but I'm miserable
But being happy is preferable
Complicated playing followed by I'm with you
Her music and love will see me through
I'm trying my hardest to portray
That through all this sadness I'm still sane
Enough lies and games have been played
That's the end of my poem, I'm glad you stayed
Mr McCheesy has large feet
wears size 40 shoes, no simple feat
plip! plop! thud! phud!
was all you could hear
miles before he would appear
Many would hide to hold themselves safe
not wanting his cheesy feet near their face
many scorned, poked fun, gave retreat
all ran and hide, but never to seek
Mr McCheesy felt alone in despair
for he truly felt no one did care
mock him, tease him, laugh did they
each time he passed anytime of the day
One darkened morning
a fierce storm came calling
torrential rain lashed heavily down
ground gurgling, mud pouring
all ran, found cover, all prayed
When all was calm was plain to see
the devastation they did not forsee
disbelief, shock an all forlorn
wheat and corn was all gone
sodden wet mud laid bare openly
mangled limbs from drowned trees
Roads now broken, buried in ground
how was they going to travel around?
stuck, cut off from outside life
they knew to be in heavy strife
In distance a familiar sound echoed flew
splish splosh splush vibrated through
Mr McCheesy the man with large feet
pounding down the ground skillfully neat
Creating a road solid and sound
for everyone to convey around
feet echoing sounds they once did fear
now welcomed with loud roaring cheers
Lone warrior working his large feet
In rhythms of phuds and splats
Mr McCheesy on hearing their claps
spurred on reclaim land to reap
Added cheers erupted, boomed loud and clear
"you've made the horror disappear
Mr McCheesy you've saved the day
hip! hip! hooray! hooray!"
From that day forward none laughed at him again
ashamed and guilty of their bullying and pain
for he was their hero he saved the day
a statue was erected in his grand name
We are all unique with qualities of difference
some dont see, only show of their ignorance
god gave to us for reasons unknown
were all different it is often shown
but the devil he teases and tempts with his sin
turns us into imbeciles and cruelty sets in
If ever your teased to having cheesy feet
remember the tale wrote above
cheesy feet who saved that day
gave so much and forever his love
26.08.20
Today I buried ol' Travis,
a better dog you never seen,
intelligent, strong, an' good natured
with eyes that were wary and keen.
It hurt me to lay him to rest now,
an' I know I'm gonna shed tears,
but I can't fault God for the takin'
'cause I shared with that dog sixteen years.
I remember when I first saw Travis,
just a little fur ball at the time,
we both felt an instant connection,
an' I knew that cowdog would be mine.
I couldn't resist his free spirit,
golden eyes that were so fulla care,
nor could I forsee his devotion,
or all the good times we would share.
From the very first trip to our homestead,
my pickup he claimed as his own,
whenever that truck left our acres,
he was goin' wherever it roamed.
As a watch dog there never was better,
no coyote would dare cross this land,
he'd be out there barkin' an' chasin',
an' run off the whole yippin' band.
An' when Mr. Cougar come callin',
ol' Travis would raise such a fuss,
he knew not to nab the mean bugger,
but would bark till it woke both of us.
Ranch hands have got an' ol' sayin'
'bout workin' as hard as a dog,
an' I can sure vouch for ol' Travis,
he could herd cattle even in fog.
His muzzle was startin' to turn gray,
an' he had quite a limp t'ward the end,
but whenever I'd head out to do chores,
I could count on some help from my friend.
Now, I ain't alone in my grievin',
the wife took Trav's death pretty hard,
he was also her life long companion,
an' would follow her out in the yard.
I know that we're both gonna miss him,
this place'll seem empty an bare,
I'll miss fillin' his bowl in the kitchen,
an' him sleepin' right next to my chair.
My throat's just plum' fulla the achin',
an' I'll bust out in tears anytime,
but I ain't ashamed a my feelin's,
'cause most dogs, well, they ain't worth a dime.
But Travis was just somethin' special,
best cowdog I ever did see,
an' wherever God sends dogs when passin',
that's the place where I wanna be.
A dark secret I feel tempted to unfold
and the legacy of truth I'm bound to uphold
Ladies and gentlemen, let us view through this wicked universal kaleidoscope
and uncover the secrets of leadership as they try to sabotage all hopes
Many have been paradigms and have given us an insight on this dirty game of burlesque
This mode of governance on an irony note is starting to look all picturesque
My vision is blurry, I can see myself sinking in an ancient tunnel of Romanesque architecture
We need urgent help or else, the people will all become pyromaniacs
as they are fed up with this unjust life of quietism
We all get up and try to fight for our rights
unfortunately, we are mired in a quagmire of morass.
Here we are, struggling to escape and these wicked rulers send upon our spines a quake
that is unavoidably causing us to quaff our very own sweat
It is the survival of the weakest!
The strong ones meant to fight for us are devastatingly collapsing
Our leaders watch aloof from the comfort of their scrapers
they are feeling schadenfreude and on the side of their lips is an enormous grin of contentment.
"We are sinking,help!"
"Utter another word and you will all be dead!"
Hunger is getting the better of us, they seem elated with our situation until BOOM!
We are back on the solid ground and on our two feet again
Doom shall befall them as we shall put to an end this selfish reign
At first we complained of aristocracy
and then to us was brought gerontocracy
now we shall not practice anarchy
we shall not tolerate monarchy
nor shall we accept oligarchy
we are fed up with this democracy and all in its entirety.
It is now our realm,we shall rise to take this country to the ultimate attainable height
for this realm I forsee an explicit sight
darkness shall disappear and upon us will shine an unfading light
let's do this together, with determination,grit and might!
Am I caught up I ask myself as I blow a fifty on my own.
Never did I forsee myself "Partying" all alone.
Mind spinning wrecklessly now spinning so fast,
too many things to focus on one simple task.
Thinking back to the limits I inflicted on myself for control,
so many...what was I saying? forget it my mind's on a roll.
Oh yeah I remember now what I was about to say,
all that limitation didn't mean squat I broke the last one just today.
Never would I dip into my cash flow just to have some fun,
three dollars and some change is all I had this time when I was done.
Never would clouded vapor from a crystal tube enter my chest,
but why the heck not can't stick out from all the rest.
Never would I slang just to make some cash,
yet I had to didn't I? I was running out of stash.
Never would I see the process didn't care what made it tick,
now I know exactly how to make that cash real quick.
So maybe I am caught up, need to pull myself out,
I don't want this to end up being all I'm about.
So where is the bus stop out of Tweekerville my friend?
I've searched back and forth everywhere end to end.
The bus ride in was simple how quickly it was done,
I was so excited to let loose have some fun.
Mind so clouded now I can't think where I arrived or what time.
oh yeah I was too busy heading for my first line.
A panicked thought comes to play inside my head,
by my racing thoughts my anxiety is quickly fed.
What if it was a one way ticket with no return
why did it take this long just for me to learn.
Oh screw it time to change my state of mind,
I'll quit thinkinhg like this soon as I get to where my joy lays lined.
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Old with wrinkly skin on my face, My skin which reveals youth.
Maybe a fountain of rejuvenation will do me just fine
The skin forever seeks eternal youth to sustain its beauty
Maybe I Shall locate me a fountain of youth
To keep me forever young so I don't age another year
So when I take a glance at the mirror I can see the beautiful me
A version of me which remains with its true beauty
A true beauty thanks to the fountain of rejuvenation.
When I ponder about immortality
So I can be immortal just like you
Immortality I forsee myself in you
Rejuvenation and Immortality are two rare equals
Never to be found in one place.
Few respect their age with dignity.
Some like to revert from old to go back to young
Meanwhile, others seek painful cosmetic surgeries.
Cosmetic surgeries which include laser surgeries
Which can be harmful towards the skin
They can damage soft tissue within you face
Can you not see the potential risk you take
Just to unfold beauty through cosmetic surgeries
Why not prefer natural beauty?
Natural beauty with no risks involved.
Natural Beauty is what most men truly do seek.
So within this night I ponder anxiously I say
I rather enjoy rejuvenation creams which work wonders for all types of skin
they work better than cosmetic surgeries
They're pain-free they leave no accidental scars
Scars which one can see from the naked close eye.
Eyes which do not lie.
Rejuvention creams work wonders
Everyone must try it for themselves.
They truly do work better than surgeries.
Cream which works wonders for me.
Try it, and you'll truly see it for yourself.
It's cream like no other cream.
This rejuvenates me.
Just to share an incident caught on video clip.....
About one very tragic accident no parent could possibly forsee....
Good thing we've social media to educate you and me...
A moment of harmless fun between a son and his father..
An instant later, the loving father must shoulder forever...
The blame and the excruciating pain of being his son's killer....
It's tragic but we should be grateful for social media...
Somewhere in China a father is in deep grief so other children may yet live...
It's so sad but let all of us beware, harmless fun & games can be deadly at times...
In this videoclip, somewhere within a shop in China...
A loving father engaged his 4year old boy in casual play...
He had his hands behind, grasping lovingly his son's hands..
He was the engine head, his son was being pulled along as a train...
Laughingly the little boy baulked and slowed down his father's pace..
The hapless father faltered and staggered a little, tried to maintain his balance...
He fell backwards ackwardly, heavily and horrors, it was most deadly...
There must have been a sickening crunch as he fell upon his boy's head..
When he got up to his feet hurriedly, his son laid inert, limp and dead..
Turned out the unlucky boy has his neck broken, it was an instantaneous death...
What follows next, you see a devastated father craddling the limp body of his son..
Tragedy has struck, a father is to grieve for a lifetime, as a killer of his very own son....
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/regional/2016/10/14/chinese-boy-dies-after-father-accidentally-falls-on-him/.
Unravelled in conscious decision bend
So much going on , I have to pretend
There's no revert no green end
?This will all end
?With no return
?in this turn , what I learn
?Is what I decide . The decision I confirm.
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Deminished in droughts of self-esteem
?idealism
Visualising the unease, forsee
?Assuming the counter bleeps.
Feelings attached,
To detached reality ....
Reoccurrence of a moment at rest
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? Conclusive yet Delusional
Pressure to cripple or relieve that uncertain flex...
Yet so much of everything...
Recks the peaceful phased...
? Feeling of raised
?harmony's chest.
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?Lost in the past ,
?Either deal with it or stone
?Your tone will be judged by the underlaying dawn/clown
Misled certainty
Jumping high , slithering low
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The Occupying excitement
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?Feeding the unknown dissapointment
?Forging in greatly
? ?yet unimpressed
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Creeping of .... Endeavours
Crippling the favour
?What's the magic to complete tasks?
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Desks covered, visualised seat
Beat to sleep ,
?Motivation loops
Instant ?go. Hold on !.
? Sway the thoughts ...
? It's Gone
?
?Fractions of could've been ...
?So so dim
? in the scene ...
Feelings attached to detached reality...
Fidelity, I feel scenes
I feel the looks,
Physically unpresented ?atmosphere
The motion dips ...
I can't feel ease
my soul went to a freeze
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Green is the color I forsee
With my very own eyes, I truly do see.
You see green is a very lucky color you see
A green object is easy to see
Where O Where can that Clover be?
When you seek a clover within the grass you'll know your lucky
Clover O Clover Where can that leprechaun be?
Can it be on a cereal box? called lucky charms.
Clover O Clover, you are so lucky please come to me.
Go and find it on the grass there's numerous of clovers around the world.
Where O Where can that leprechaun be??
Maybe you'll find one near a rainbow.
Is it here? Is It there? Where can it be?
On Saint Patrick's Day, if you wear green He'll know it for sure. trust me he does.
During this special day, people look if you're wearing green or not.
A few Women wear a plain green dress or polka dot dress.
some Little girls wear a green clip on their hair
Some businessmen wear a green tie with a suit.
Some women wear earrings on their ears or a clover pin on their blouse or coat.
Some women inclusively wear green eyeshadow on the crease above their eye
Few wear green nail polish on their nails
Saint Patrick's day is a lovely holiday.
If you write him a beloved poem for Saint Patricks Day, He will love it.
He'll know how much you truly love him just like I do.
I truly see green everywhere I go.
I see it on trees, plants, grass. Green is everywhere I go.
Saint Patrick, I truly do love you.
I could not forsee the Devastion... I didn't ever mean to Demean You or Us...
I didn't ever mean to leave us Feeling... So Alone...
I was unaware or did not want to accept to the Anguish... I have caused...
of my Betrayal to your Heart and our relationship... I have caused...
I've kept trying to deny... My past... Wishing I could...
Really Wishing I could Suppress my Poisoning Actions... Words...
and Feelings... Wishing I could have Obliterated it all...
Before it helped Erase Us... I cannot be the Ideal...
Not even a good imitation...
I cannot always control the Underlying Motive to Hurt First... Perhaps I've felt...
I needed to test you... Test your True Devotion to me...
Never realizing the Malice behind all of it... and Making So Many...
Monstrous Mistakes... There is No Way to Vindicate myself...
I can only offer my Impassioned Plea... For Understanding...
For your Forgiveness...
For the Chance to try and to Win your Heart and Trust back
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