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Dear ......,
Its over, it's finished, I mean it - we're through!
I thought it was me but now know it was you.
I'm done with your lies, your greed, my fixation
insatiable urge that precedes degradation.
It's cost me too much this affair of ours;
this obsession consumed me for years, days and hours.
Without you I'm free to flourish and thrive,
my sparkle returns, with my passion and drive.
The skin of shame peels slowly and soon
I'll be free of your poison and flee my cocoon.
Your shadow remains and lurks all around,
One chink in my armour and soon you'll surround.
You'll smother me at my lowest ebb
and lure me back to your toxic web.
But once for you is never enough
I know that now, the truth is tough..
Ill never again succumb in your midst
to false claims of confidence, courage and grit.
Without you I'm changing, my fashion bespoke
One day you'll crawl past my invisible cloak.
My skin glows, my waist shrinks, my hair is now glossy.
My tissues are mending, my sick genes less bossy!
I hear peace without your seductive whisper
My heart thaws and ventures into the vista
I can search my soul and not feel empty:
the void replaced, my hope is plenty!
I'm starting to use the gifts that you hid,
The girl in the mirror is lifting her lid.
Peering into the world, clear eyes bright and blue
I touch, taste and smell, inhaling the view.
Less fear of your fog clouding my vision.
I love what I see, painting colours my mission...
When you rap on my brain, trying to grab my attention
I delve into my toolbox of mental distractions.
You'll lure me and stalk like the fool that you are
just to tempt me, just one, its only a jar...
My shield will deflect you with super-girl force!
My willpower steely, your shadow a ghost.
Your influence dwindles the stronger I grow'
your blood sucking shackles bleed into the snow.
Like the “matchstick girl” I've seen the light.
Your shadow shrivels GIVE UP this fight!
You're losing, you're fading your voice is diminished.
Superfluous now, I don't need you - it's finished!
I'm saying so long, it was fun while it lasted.
Move on, to more fish you'll be flabbergasted..
There are many lost souls in this world to seduce
Not me though, not I, I'm cutting loose.
Its time to say goodbye cruel friend
I'm out, this really is the end!
Samantha Malone, December 2020.
Misuse of services by force or labour without payment
To get over this be patient
We’re getting the repayment
No haste, just wait there are rules to follow
Article 23 forbids this so you just swallow
Just cause remuneration is given in labour
It’s not in your favour, to escape the aver
Following this right is your only saver
Forcing helpless women into prostitution is called unconstitutional
So start a revolution to make an evolution
The constitution, is an institution, to make a resolution, in an elocution
If it all goes wrong make a devolution
Trafficking involves the buying and selling of men and women
Let’s make it our mission to help the men and women
The next right is given it’s the right to culture and education
Measures to protect the rights of cultural, linguistic, and religious minorities
Following this right is our number one priority
By protecting them against discrimination
Use your imagination, to appreciate this creation cause in our generation we’ll achieve liberation
Citizens having a distinct language, script, or culture of their own
Be who you want to be either Drake or Post Malone
Pick up the phone because you’re not alone
So if you wanna be known take your seat on the throne
Prohibit discrimination against any citizen
Cause we are one working together we’ll hit a home run
This rule has important necessities
Just like the right to constitutional remedies
Identified as a right to own or possess something
Land, automobile it could be anything
Dispose it when you want to
There’s no one that can stop you
To have an enforceable claim to benefit of it
This right is your permit to get the property that you think fits
That focuses on the exclusive right to ownership
So I’ll admit and you submit to the dealership
Distinguishes between possession of property
The right states everything is perfect and properly
Don’t take it as a mockery
And that my friends was the 7 constitutional lotteries
...Juanita and max had a poke,
but the next day, when she awoke,
he sat on the edge of the bed,
looking vacantly into space.
Said,”This can be only some fun,
and I can never be ‘the one,’
all that I ever loved lays dead,
and I am not long for this place.”
There was great tension when he spoke,
his voice was just a ragged croak,
the man was a great mass of pain,
more than she’d ever seen before.
She said,”I’m not some dreaming girl,
you’re not the first man in my world,
but if you bring down Malone’s reign,
you can come here if you want more.”
He said,”Best not let me inside,
for when I’m done I plan to die.”
That week he went and tracked down two,
he did not brag, nobody knew
what man was plaguing Malone’s gang,
or how he could be so lethal.
The first man was shot in the chest,
the other three times in the breast,
and the next week a man did hang
with his pistol cylinder full.
And every night Max lay with her,
would leave before Juanita stirred,
weeks passed and more villains fell,
he even killed Malone’s right hand.
Until one evening, in blind rage,
Malone to the bar angrily came,
said,”I’m sending all of you to Hell,
unless you reveal this damn man!”
Max rose and said,”Lt’s go outside,
it’s far time that I make you die.”
Outside went this fate-bonded pair,
timidly folks crept close to stare,
then Max’s gun quickly came free,
from his pistol fire did spit.
The bullet struck Red Maone’s back,
he cried,”You filth! Honor you lack!”
Max said,”You killed my family,
honor has nothing to do with it!”
Red Malone bled out on the ground,
his death seen by all of the town,
Juanita took him to her bed,
she knew well this was their last time.
Come the next day he made to leave,
she said,”Could you not stay with me?”
She stroked her stomach, and she said,
“Could you help raise this child of mine?”
Utter shock came quick to his eyes,
“I-I told you…I want to die…”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
When Max Martin rode into town
he found Juanita, tanned and brown,
as she worked her shift tearing bar,
he walked up and ordered a drink.
She looked over the dust-swept man,
who seemed as if he’d once been grand,
but now his face had hidden scars,
like a person pushed to the brink.
And so she asked,’What got you blue?”
He looked at her, but stared right through,
then simply asked,”Have you heard talk
of an outlaw named Red Maline?”
A cold anger came to his eyes
and Juanita realized
that this man was here on a stalk,
he’d not come west to build a home.
He said,"With him my revenge lies,
I’ll kill him and then I can die.”
Juanita flinched at his grim words,
that lacked joy, happiness, and verve.
“Malone rides with a bandit crew,
it’s not wise to tussle with him.”
But Max just said,”I have no choice,
her murdered my wife, and my boy,
there may be joy in life for you,
all that’s left is my purpose grim.”
She looked away, and hid a tear,
said,”Sometimes they will come in here,
though rarely do they come at once,
I could point them out when they show.”
He said,”You’d put yourself at risk,
are you sure you want to do this?”
She said,”I’ve seen what they have done,
and it’s time their evil did go.”
She said,”Maybe you are the guy
to make these vile brigands die.”
So Max would sit in the saloon,
arriving there most days at noon,
until at the end of the week
Juanita called him aside,
pointed out a man with black hair,
“That’s Red Malone’s man there,
they say rider's money he seeks,
and by no law will he abide.”
Max followed the man when he left,
and Malone’s man went to his death,
Max came back and he made boast,
nor did he make claim on bounty.
It was the talk all through the bar,
and word of it soon spread out far,
there in Juanita’s well-worn roost,
the hidden hero drank whiskey.
She said to him,"With me you’ll lie,
for making that murderer die...”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this made up the famed dirty dozen !
That sand box experiment really made us laugh/
Shortly after gym class,
Butch Malone along with the famed Benjamin Bankhead/
Jimmy Foley the local guitar player knew,
The pathway in life that we should choose/
Often he would be found taking a tremendous dump in the boy's urenil !
The path of least resistance sought about from a chosen few,
Often he would appear in shepherds clothing similar to little boy blue !
Playing guitar like he's going out of style !
That sandbox experience was designed to distract all the teacher's ?
We set up stuffed dummies just to look like real people,
Right underneath the bleacher's !
Old man Winter's who worked for Mr. Kazoo knew the score/
Very often he was being seen outside the local liqour store,
Lest I emplore,
The sand box experiment was in full swing on that one particuler day/
Butch Malone thought he was the real king ?
That was until Mrs. Maloney saw him through the window !
Next the time was drawing near/
Then so was that dinner bell,
Mrs. Maloney started talking to all those dummies,
Next thing you know she had tripped over little Johnny !
He was stuffed that was/
Flying three feet high in the air she had fell right on her face !
What a social disgrace !
Yet what had happened to Butch Malone ?
Like a little dog without his bone/
He pee pee'd his pants then cried all the way home !
The next day when Mrs. Maloney got her second wind/
She didn't even know where to begin/
For that little stunt the whole class was suspended for the day,
Yet for the gang including Butch Malone what did they say ?
All in all the sandbox experiment really did make their day !
Form:
my doctor asked me what’s my truth. And I dawned on this question for a while. She came in the next day and asked me this question all the way up until I got discharged. On the way to campus in a smelly taxi I still couldn’t answer what my truth is. but now that I’m lying in my dorm room bed and listening to post Malone high, I can finally answer what my truth is.
My truth.
My truth is I’m too sensitive
I think I can fix everyone but refuse to work on myself because I don’t think I deserve this wonderful life because I have yet to be anything but wonderful.
I love too fast and too hard for girls with dark hair and pretty eyes. I love to the point where it hurts me just to think about falling in love again with the wrong person.
I never think people are the wrong people.
My truth is I’m so scared to get crushed because when my mom crushed my heart, I lost trust in everything.
I never let people in to the point where it hurts me and if I do let people in, I have this weird invisible wall over my heart so they can’t break.
My truth, I need everyone to like me, so I feel better about how I don’t like me.
My truth is I have depression.
I don’t know how to deal with it, so I make jokes and push my feelings so low that I forget I have them sometimes.
I’m scared of white people.
I'm scared of people with different views than I have.
I'm scared of the world and to explore it because then I won’t want to leave it.
I’m scared to get better mentally because I don’t know who I am without my depression.
My truth is I don’t have a truth.
I don’t have a truth because I've never been honest with myself about how I feel.
I want to die but I want to live, I want to love but I won’t let myself be loved, I want to enjoy life, but I don’t do things that I enjoy.
Poetry is my light if I'm ever in the dark
I try to create beautiful pictures, but love has never been my art
I got so used to pain that I began to find pleasure in my scars
This is my letter to my heart
I've been out in the cold, betrayed, attacked and left to suffer
A wounded heart, that still tries to give its best for others
If I ever gave you my heart, it wasn't just to be rented
I hate you for hurting me, but when I said I loved you I meant it
I've moved on from losing people who meant everything to me, so I'm not worried about who I lose anymore
I refuse to be under appreciated and I won't stand for being abused anymore
My thoughts may miss them at times even though we no longer speak
I've lost more than I thought I could handle, but I'm still here on both feet
I'm seeing couples aspire to be Kim and Kanye and they wonder why their relationship isn't strong
I'm seeing people take relationship advice from Zodiac signs and Post Malone lyrics and you wonder where you're going wrong
Sometimes I hate this generation and feel like I don't belong
If I meet a girl who's into all of this Then I know she's not the one
Don't focus on those judging your scars, but those who are trying to repair them
Remember there's no such thing as the perfect words for people who don't want to hear them
People aren't in love with you, they're in love with what they can use you for
Which is why I had to let people go so they couldn't abuse me anymore
Poetry will always be my light if I'm ever in the dark
I try to create beautiful pictures, but love has never been my art
I've been hurt so much, I've began to find pleasure in my scars
This is my letter to my heart
I was born on Altair, a star in the constellation of Aquila
and the twelfth brightest star in your night sky.
After my family and I decided to move here to Earth,
we quickly learned to blend in, so we could no longer fly.
Our spacecraft is buried and hidden under the Sphinx,
I have lived in numerous countries over the past 2000 years,
for it's not uncommon for Altairians to live 4000 years or so.
Careful not to reveal our true identities for humans have many fears.
Because of our longevity, we can't stay in one place permanently.
Currently, I reside in Australia, the land down under,
They are a very loving and warm people that we are fond of.
I live on my Pat Malone (alone) and is it any wonder.
Our mission here on Earth is top secret but I can reveal this much,
We are more interested in studying your various kinds of birds,
For the human race to us is rather dull and frankly quite absurd,
We also have no need for language but are fascinated by your words.
There are 72 alien species living amongst you all here that we know,
Not all of them are friendly like us and there are many in politics,
The most threatening of them all to our peace are the Reptilians,
other gentler species reside on farms or dwell out in the sticks.
I hope this has shed some light on my background and life till now,
I truly wish I could divulge further information to you thus far,
Your governments are already suspicious and we don't want that,
Just know that originally all mankind first ventured from a star.
13~June~2017
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The weekend is here again
And if I have my way
I'm going to spend my spare time
Watching films starring Doris Day
In nineteen forty nine
Ten years before I was born
Doris starred with Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall
In 'Young Man With A Horn'
She appeared with Gene Nelson
In 'Lullaby of Broadway’
And played Marjorie Winfield, a tomboy
In the film 'On Moonlight Bay’
'By The Light Of The Silvery Moon’
Is a film I’d always wanted to see
It was a sequel with the same characters and cast
And made in nineteen fifty three
That same year she made 'Calamity Jane'
A film I like very much
Featuring songs 'Secret Love’ and 'The Deadwood Stage'
Not forgetting 'A Woman’s Touch'
My late mother’s favourite film was 'Young At Heart'
In which Frank Sinatra played Barney Sloane
Doris's co-stars were amongst others
Gig Young and Dorothy Malone
In fifty-six, Doris starred in Hitchcock's
‘The Man Who Knew Too Much'
She first sang ‘Que Sera Sera' in this
It had the Master of Suspense's sinister touch
‘The Pajama Game' is one of my favourites
With the song ‘Hernando’s Hideaway'
If Frank Sinatra had accepted the leading man role
Janis Paige would have replaced Doris Day
My favourites are the ones
With Rock Hudson or James Garner as Doris's leading man
Whether shown on terrestrial or cable
I always try to watch them when I can
I’m waiting for the postman
He hasn’t been round yet
Because I can’t wait till he delivers
My Doris Day box-set