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It has been twelve years
Every one of those years
I have been turned away
by officials of the city
Twelve long years
of being on the housing waiting list
Being the only breadwinner
Times got tougher
To my children I imagine
that to them
I am a failure in many ways
No where for me to seek refuge
The only way is inside my head could convince me otherwise
What do you say to a
man living with cerebral palsy?
Who has to proof himself on all fronts
Spiritually it becomes draining
in a one room flat
He becomes out of touch
with those immediate loved ones
Wife then kids or vice versa
All freedoms are compromised
Specially the kids
As a physical impaired man
I am not much affected
Considering my boarding school days
It becomes tough
when it is an all female club
And I am the only male
and physically impaired
Mentally the impact takes its toll
There is a heaviness within me
I cannot seem to find an outlet
That's why I'm living on a page
Out of control
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
If you see me smiling
It is a front
this is how I deal with my pain
Many second job attempts fail
I am beginning to doubt myself
I sometimes stare at myself in the mirror
My wife's take on it
is that I am full of myself
That may be the case
It runs much deeper than that
Maybe I am taking her
too much along with me
But I can't help it we are close knit family
The Lord has blessed me
With three daughters
They could write
a book about me
one day if they are aspiring authors
along with my wife as their editor
Poetry is my only sanctuary
My world in black and white
I silently wish for all those material things
Things that is out my grasp of understanding
Why some of us
gets it easy and others hard
Is there a lesson
to us that are disenfranchised
or are we nearing our expiry date?
Hey, it is just a thought
along with my perception of things
Who gets to build us up?
When you hit rock bottom
What is the bottom line?
What if we get to that helpline too late?
What will they say in your obituary
Were you worthwhile living with
Or were you known to be a prick
Only time will tell
Poetry is my only sanctuary
My world in black and white
I am an owl
Alert and awake,
can turn my head at crazy angles,
I have a night vision !
Flight is silent,
can think far beyond imagination,
I have a sense of intuition !
Unsaid wisdom,
Misunderstood as stupidity screeches,
I am a fortune fiction !
Mysterious raptor,
can hunt cheaters, liars and unkind,
I am a swift slayer !
Silent through the day,
darkness puts me on the prowl,
I am a solitary owl !
Written May 16th, 2015
For Andrea's contest
Owl - symbol of silent wisdom and vision in the night
Got NA
Now entered for contest " Screwed IV" by rob carmack
To hunger for truth,
as lies feast on perception
sitting at the table with hope and desire
Where vanity is served in a cold glass of pride
until humility becomes drunk
and left to sleep undisturbed
To understand each portion served
is uncooked speculation,
that causes truth to become ill
as you cut away the difference
between right and wrong
To be obsessed by truth
is a thirst that can only be quenched
by its partaking and knowing its taste
the full body of its scent and flavor
It is not poured out of the bottle of maybe
that comes from the store of liars
that sell their wares of confusion
for their own purpose
If my obsession with truth
as I sit at this table is naive
let it be so
so that my soul may grow
from the nourishment of its purity
7/19/17
Don't Be Tripping Ya'll aint that Real
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Written By: Cur Dicit
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"a battuta? a bene placito"
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they talked for a while about
his sincerity to the topic
I found it strange that they wanted to assocate his
likes and loves to
her. It became apparnet that there interest wasn't in
keeping the couple together but
rather divideding them
so they would never marry.
He said he liked the woman casualiy: they were looking to hear
anything and move on there campagain to spoil
what he thought would be the start and continuance of there relationship.
The woman would routinly anwser question by this group of women who seemed to love to divide the interest of coupled peoples. She would put there opion first and debate whether her male freinds interest was sencire due to what these other women would say.
"What she mad for: ya'll aint getting married!" she spoke it with a concern of the opposite intention.
The lady and I queitly spoke of these people
and made a vow that we would make liars out of them. We left for Vegas and
married. We never told them we had been married. 3 years into our marrage living apart
and staying together sometimes we acted like we were just freinds.
These persons kept our names in their mouths like was sport. One day angered by the ignorance of the conversation I stood and told the dumb (blankety blank) that I was tired of hearing her fstupid words and knowing what there intent was had made me mad. The dunbest one stood and said;
"Why you mad aint no body getting married she playing yopu!" I showed her the ring and told her we'd been married nearly four years without their knowing. She all shame faced looked so dumb and I laughed!
He was clearly a child of evil and schooled with a single task to eviscerate people in the name of greed. The attendees were clearly frozen and the
speaker was well trained to tantalize his audience with his words and the tone of his voice. There is merit to being a questioner because the human mind can easily be pulled into the consuming vortex of expert rip-off artists. I was fortunate enough to be with a friend who is an expert discerner of fraud who
prepared me to beware of such lest I also be compelled to take the plunge into his whirlpool of deception.
Even I, a virtual novice at dividing liars from truth-tellers and separating goats from sheep became curious within 5 minutes of his speech. His promises had the smell of being fallacious, and too few of us were none the wiser having eyes able to see every color but scarlet.
The speaker skillfully used the movements of his hands and body language which easily hid the pathway to his heart. When his speech was over, the long line formed to shake the hands of a charismatic genius. He was by far a crafty and skillful bewilder of the lowest kind.
06192018PSContest, 8-Word Challenge, John Hamilton
(Judged 7"A Poem NA'd In A July Contest", Broken Wings
A ghost began whispering inside the soul's echo
there one Trojan horse enters defeated
spiritually the battle ground stands firmly fixed
against those whom denounce the King
misery will follow with disastrous events
Where human rights are exploited through chaos
quarrelsome beggars deny the basic truth to explain
Backfiring liars have a burning desire to bring conflict
Unequally self ordained gods of little value without hope
they try to influence the battle results
ignoring this backward omen leading to terrible infighting
warfare has the mentality that's deeply incorporated this motivating force
where sorrow beats down by force the anger deeply within us
.
Now I shall go, to overtake that killer of a dear life
into one's conscious self
our mortal undying glory rises or falls
quick to the mark snaps the rawhide strap
Black Lightning
Strikes the ground, the tree,
and me… in the heart.
She left last night.
The clouds gathered all day,
So I should have expected it.
The most beautiful flower,
I have ever seen…
hates me.
She says she does not,
but she should.
I lied.
I understand.
There is a cost to telling the truth.
If you are ready to pay,
it does not diminish the pain,
that comes with a clean slate.
Although, it is never without stain.
Sin. A dark spot on the hands,
worse still on the soul.
A round place, a square place,
a place where you are made to fit in.
Not because you want too,
but because it feels good at the moment.
Well meaning friends,
drinking buddies,
people that have motives of their own.
or worse, no boundaries,
as they never bothered,
to set any.
Another woman, another man,
cheaters in the moment of heat.
Gamblers that trade away their families,
for coins that have no value,
in the cost of true life.
Liars, that make up stories,
so they can play, ‘
but friends… they pay.
They pay and pay,
and the cost…
is high.
Excitement prevails,
Who is the next nut wick to go to jail?
Liars and cheats,
Oh, what a treat!
Is it just my surprise,
That politicians lie?
Occasionally,
Just to keep the beat,
And offer another treat.
Murders for sale!
The more gruesome,
The better the tale!
Twist the knob,
Turn the channel,
Watch the news,
Like so many cattle!
Perhaps a few war-torn survivors,
Covered in blood,
Tearing their clothes.
Each channel becomes,
A more gruesome show.
We used to watch the news,
To keep up with world events.
Newscasters are lost!
It's become a show,
It's all about ratings you know!
Saw a man fall, and heard the laughter
from you, hear it from you.
Cheered for it all, is nothing sacred
like truth, no, you hate truth.
What’s now your faith has taken your soul
away, so far away,
left you insane, no one should see things
that way, see it that way.
Come night again
we’ll be there to take you down,
come light of day
we’ll be there, and we’ll be loud.
You’ve only proved
that you can’t live amongst men,
you won’t be missed,
we won’t need your kind again.
It’s been too much, and we’ve been to patient
with fools, lying, damn fools.
Thought you were dumb, but not it’s clear that
you’re cruel, evil and cruel.
When your beliefs start to tread freely
that’s enough, more than enough,
let all these liars go and get fired,
tough luck, you deserve such.
Come night again
we’ll be there to take you down,
Come light of day
we’ll be there, and we’ll be loud.
You’ve only proved
that you can’t live amongst men,
you won’t be missed,
we won’t need your kind again.
Sick minds that are hiding
behinds rights sent from God,
you wouldn’t be this twisted,
but somebody spared the rod.
There’s no need to jail you,
we don’t do things that way,
but we’ll make sure every soul
knows the evil games you play.
Come night again
we’ll be there to take you down,
Come light of day
we’ll be there, and we’ll be loud.
You’ve only proved
that you can’t live amongst men,
you won’t be missed,
we won’t need your kind again.
Like I feel a slight arousal, yeah!!!
Like my brain's inside these clouds
Not so Complete, but could I take myself straight down/?
Like I'm laughing from this drool as it's falling from face down
I might be facing forward Inside out and round & round
It's these kinds of dreams these Fantasies
That draw rainbows in my heart
'till I pull her insides back
and her body far apart
It's the Greatest taste of HeaveN
Just like HeaveN from the start
Watching as she's dressing
Playing naked in the dark
It's her Pretty Little OutFit
That shoots needles through my Heart
Feel my eyes they're blackening as she tares my soul apart
In my silky red dress play thing
fuqqing touch me
Wake me hard
Explosions dancing all inside
As we laugh, killing, hate is free
Watch what I've created
masturbates and Filming tricks
The world stops all around me
falling acts masquerade this fix
Pretty Little OutFit
A Parade in disguise, we wait
A liars disgust in raw taste
Laughing Screaming LOUDER
Are my sinful
thoughts too late?
Falling harder
Falling farther
Than ever falling from before
I feel her cumming closer
Bleeding treasures
Playing Devils
Playing Devils just once more
Faceless strangers
Falling faceless to the floor
Killing beauty
I laugh for tomorrow
As I prepare my soul to disappear away…