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This all seems so crazy, but soon it will come to an end,
I will only know the truth when I can't see your face again,
Did you really care? When I'm gone, than will you see,
Not hearing my voice, or seeing my face, will u still remember me?,
Will you truly miss me when its all said and done,
Will you still love me after I am gone,
I don't want to walk away, I will cry for you when I leave,
I don't know how to prepare myself for what's about to be,
It will go one way or the other, and I know what stands in our way,
The burden will be lifted the day I walk away,
The freedom to love will be open, and I will wait at The door,
Hoping that you will knock showing you love me more,
I understand the weight of your pain, but my hands are tied,
And I pray that you will take the time to look into my eyes,
And know how much I love you past the obstacles you face,
That I will always be there for you, this love can't be erased.
We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for me.
I sleep when I am awake,
find puddles in a lake,
drink what I eat,
and whisper my final goodbye with every jolly greet.
I light matches with a candle,
and with everything to lose and nothing to win that´s when I gamble,
It´s worth being society´s fodder,
fitting out, with no cares and not a single bother.
When other birds fly I walk,
instead of stealing the key I´ll steal the lock
When forgotten I am seen the most,
I only live to remain a ghost
In circles I find corners, and in those I will hide,
and with cut ropes my hands are tied.
answers are the true riddles I learned
and I am the ash of a fire that never burned.
In impossibles I live,
and spite is the only true way to forgive
and worthlessness is the most of value,
and not doing is the best thing you can do.
The best remembered is the most forgot,
and the wisest fools live in thought,
The bravest cowards forget to live,
amd nothingness is the best thing to give.
I am sheep in wolfs skin,
And losing will help you win,
lose your heart and soul to be part of the pack dressed as a flock,
to spend your life pretending, while your seconds run by on the clock.
At Dawn…
At dawn in the morning, become a gentle breeze.
Drinking like a drunken, and doing as you please.
Look at all the tulips, their cups are filled with wine.
Drinking in the morning and dance with all the trees.
You've got to smell the flowers, flowers are divine.
Bathing in their nectar, and humming like the bees.
The garden filled with kindness, wake up smell the light.
The journey is the short one, a chance for you to seize.
My heart is pure goodness; my hands are tied with pain.
My pain will soon be over, my heart will stand at ease.
If never taste sunshine, your mouth is full of night.
The nights veil the darkness and make your life to freeze.
Wake up, go with “Haloo” the sun is friend of his,
Your eyes will be open, and see the thing he sees.
9/23/16 Haloo
She took her child.
and ran into the night,
I searched for them,
they were nowhere in sight.
My world shattered,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m not missing just one,
but there is two.
I have spent ten years,
taking care of the child,
Cast out of his life,
I was Exiled.
I miss his laughter,
his voice and the looks on his face,
With the two of them gone,
I feel so out of place.
Getting over her,
was not easy it was tough,
He was a blessing,
a Diamond in the rough.
It’s been over a year,
and they tell me he is tall,
My hands are tied,
my backs against the wall.
I thought,
I would see him grow up become an adult,
A fine young man,
my input a direct result.
I love him,
as if he were mine,
I would give my life,
to see him just ONE MORE TIME….
TURBO1904 NOV.3rd 2021
My hands are tied and bound from your thorn
My tongue lashed out and brought you scorn
My legs are chained firmly to your lust bed
You toy with my heart release me instead
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My knees are week from each and every kiss
I struggle to let go from your hellish bliss
You lash my body and make me bleed
I plead for liberty but I'm all you need
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
Bound and gaged I sweat with desire
You torment me with your sex and burn me with fire
Anticipation is fear and I've lost my rein
Caged like an animal and I'll never be the same
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
My eyes are open but I cant see
You wont let go of the hold on me
My heart is torn how can this be
You wont let go of the hold on me
I cant escape but I must be free
You wont let go of the hold on me
Often, my hands are tied when my clever muse
fills my mind with her thoughts that are profuse.
Sometimes my poetic intentions are lost in a line
because she's of the opinion hers are more divine.
She has a take-charge attitude, void of devotion
completely ignoring my heart's romantic emotion
Quite frustrating is she, but I dare not complain
or she'll give me nasty looks filled with disdain.
It's true, she's felt the ecstasy of love much more,
but I didn't know that she had been keeping score!
She slips into my visions and ideas when dreaming,
a feisty muse who resorts to outrageous scheming.
I should not allow her to tie my literary hands,
but she's a task master who makes harsh demands.
She tells me she has experiences as an old soul
so I should write what she renders. I've lost control.
She's off on a whim and thinks I can't do without her,
unknowing I write when she's away. To her I demur,
but I've sonnets, verse and Haiku inked from my pen.
If she knew she'd be madder than an old guinea hen!
Debt has shaped most of my sorry life
Shaving it off year by year
Thanks to my devoted wife
She is a gem in her own right
No more tears of shame
My frame of mind feels just right
I smile these days
You can just feel that inner peace
Once I was in a situation of helplessness
Sleight of hand and a twist of fate
With my ex it felt like
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
The kind of man I was
I waited
Trying to convince myself to endure
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she got me with
Nothing to win and nothing left lose
I tried to end it all
I took sleeping pills
Tried to give myself away
Those were dark times
I was a car wreck lying upside down
It took some soul searching
But a wise person said
‘change your world’
I vamoosed the chance I got
Literally I went away
Only with the clothes on my back
What a relief
It cost me relations with my kids
Hell they might feel that I abandon them
I will cross that bridge when I get there
Late uncle Stan
Already called me out on it
Nothing witty to say back
Already to far gone
Careful of who you give yourself away to…
M Cupido
We are walking on the fine lines
That connects to the other side
Its exterior is very thin and you need
A giant telescope to document all the sordid
Boon and the naturalist colors; time is of
essence and you must be on time for the wedding
the guest are pouring in and the choir began to sing
the ceremony is about to begin so tell the guest to
walk through the doors that that leads from the basement
to the upper floor; you can only take that route once
to achieve your mission way up in the sky . You don’t have
enough time to remain on the ground, so follow your
heart where destiny is bund; take the side road that leads from
the main street and walk on the steps below and you will find
the platform that leads you the train station. You will find
the airline waiting gallery on the other side.
This might be the last time we will meet so post this letter for me
Tell my beau that I am coming to see thee at half past three
Tell my beau that the earth is flat you view it from the back
Tell my beau that the earth is round if you wear queen Elizabeth’s crown. Water is in the rocks and science can prove that
And you must get ready for the after shock.
Tell my beau that I will be true to thee; my hands are tied
But I will go with you to see where the arches merge with the sky
Heavens will bend once before you can see the sun and you will know
Howthe original journey began.I don’t need a lot of things for the
Journey; I only want enough money.I will carry only what I need for the journey, so keep your hopes high and tarry with me and let courage c
complets the journey. Post this letter for me.
Dear Jesus, my Lord and king
Show me what you want of me
Tell me what I can do for you
I hear your whisper but my hands are tied.
Each day I feel your gentle touch
And hear you calling me
But at a loss I am dear friend
For I cannot understand.
The answer dear child is simple
I never give you more than you can bear
Just testify to all
The things I do for you each day.
What’s simple in your eyes sweet Jesus
Seems too big a job you impart
Now you throw me into confusion
For I don’t know where to start.
Just take a pen and paper
And jot them one by one
Let my Holy Spirit guide you
Until your list is done.
Thank you dear Jesus
I am all set to give it a try
But please speak very slowly
So that I may get it right.