Long No love Poems
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Come on in tonight
Look straight in my eyes
Tell me how you feel
At the sight of me
Can you see I am hurting?
I am just not the man you love
And all this time I have been lost
In your love that wasn't there
Your kisses are not the same
How could you play the game?
Could you not tell I was involved?
Loving you is not a matter of choice
All the while my heart is the voice
I feel so alone
Even when I am with you
You are not there for me
You can't be the one to blame
But I got my heart turning lame
My feelings crippled in need for you
How will I turn back the hurt I am going through?
For the first time I saw
All this time you were trying:
You never once begged for me stay
The more you did was tell me to go
I thought I was doing you wrong
Now I know there is no love
When it is never there
I'm going back to my world
Revisiting reality,
Your lies made my dreams come true
Now my dreams are wishes again
You thought wrong if you
Imagined I lied when I said I loved you only,
It is a dirty truth that bites me.
You are the woman
You are like wine
Each day and year you get better
You are my second religion,
I believe in you,
How will I love again?
Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-
But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole in holes,
of possibility.
Like procedural shears.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, flame, dead.
After it burns your wick at both ends.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
your abode,
not yet
accepting the gift of Life ?
lone
you abide,
Crashing the rifts,
Is this right?
Do YOU still not believe?
YOU are a (A still born-unborn,)
that be's -
the one that grieves?
A loss.
Of integrity?
Keeps an eye on the prize.
Under the storm of seize.
The Gate Keeper with beauty under wing.
Keep an eye for.
The Ace up the sleeve.
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No strings attached, divorce yourself from responsibility, integrity.
Lies.
Faithful predictability?
No connectivity. No breath or girth
No cosmic sister. No brother.
Accident of birth, No love or family or anything home team.
Insignificant things or other?
Life, just random, little, quirks?
The illusion filament.
An antibody to judgment,
Ultimately, to be or not to be
sedated
by needs?
Deflated by deeds
Unplanted seed.
A Dawn to share.
Unborn fruit to bare.
No fear.
He IS near.
Integrity is there,
a silver lining that adds true colors hue
against the black and white.
The false and the true.
Out of the blue.
Something that makes Avalon appear in the misty near.
Clearly.
A magic against the shade of Night.
A cloak and warmth to pull tight.
Peace of mind.
I say piece of soul.
That is never changing.
Someone to be connected to is
happiness, an insurance policy against a reason to be.
Family
Unknown nature passed wildlife
I need to live with the family at the right time
Leave my life, I want to follow my time
Be given from your memory, passed lives
Feel suffering, it’s gives you a good time
I love you, someone needs you, it’s not true
time
Time…
Time is time, but not that
Illusion
What happened?
Not at all
I love a family, it lives in the air, the wind gone
Nothing is emotion, feeling is down, my love is yours
Come here, let us feel, let us feel the children and love
Come and come, my life is on yours, get me off
Get me off, and let me a dead man, for a member
No, nothing, just for a forgotten emotion - it looks bad
I loved you, our family gone, be your suffering, our life off
I need to feel your soul. Life gives you short. A moment. Time on
Give me yours. Time, life, and introduction. Your life on mine gone
I live in Wembley, I love you. Love you. Accept me. Be my home
Someone waiting for you, he is tired, his soul is so far now, and go
Give a family, be my guard, a carer lady. A life is yours. Slave. Be mine yours
Call me, ask me, my will in the forest, find the way to the light, and kill me, give me on
Give back my love, I felt you, no home, everything is gone into your soul
- No love
No love. But you are here. Everything is your dream, someone sleeping
Come here, my district is your home, loving memory of your past fife; get a new home
Love you, love you, kill my heart in your new home
Take me, just take me home
Your family can’t live
We are living so away
-far
Get us past our past
Renew the memory
From passed past
Not exists
But living in the past
Get me alone
Feel free
Get a family
I am so far
With you
Bye
From cover to cover I set the end from the beginning
Knowing that this love was never about winning!
Adversity moves on the edge of time
No love should be free of the bane of darkness
‘A love that cannot be tested cannot be trusted'
As the truth penetrates my heart
I bleed with the presence of another
Built on Honesty I am purged with agony
I now concede with the element birthed for history
In the web of comfort
The luxury of disorder is also present
A sea of sin and a sky of deceit
Cannot stop the flow and grand value of love!
The bond of love
Remains fortified in the cloud of injustice
Although I gain in vain, a piece of her is still with me!
Ironically, she does not even know that a piece of her is still with me!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
GaNg OF SIX GUNS—REASONING OF A Gang Member
"I ain’t got know dad
Just had a sperm donor
Won’t believe in God
Cause He killed my mother
Uncle and brother are both imprisoned
All I got left is my gang fam
Authorities got me on tha run
Six guns
It was darken night
Drove with his posse
Six guns
I have a right to shoot N kill that toddler girl
Cuz mi gang leader dad says so
Six guns
I have a right to rob take wats aint mine cuz
I juz can
Six guns
I have a right to do wrong
This ain’t no plea, nor pun
Don’t get in my way
Or you may get sprayed
I was darken in my spirit and soul
My sins have played the toil
There ain’t NO love
Where is your God mine is"…………..
"SiX GuNs"
so ya better run
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
“How Strange… it’s Hard for me to wash your clothes:
They will be put away for the last time…
They’ve stayed ten months in small piles, and, who knows?
They won’t be done, before I write this rhyme…”
I can’t give up her coat – she will be cold…
I can’t give up her jeans – what will she wear?
I can’t give her good care, and I can’t hold
Her… “Would you stay a little while? Your hair…
I miss the scent, when I would press my face
Against your sleeping shoulder, lie in bliss…
And now, one lock of hair, now empty space
On your side of the bed. I think I miss
You… O! The Travesty! Love – come to this!
But no, Love Lives! It’s the small things, like your kiss…”
I had a leopard with soft spotted fur
And a tag that said “Duetsch Gemachter”.
He carried it home after his tour;
With a bow saying, “Love from Daddy”.
My first Christmas gift, something that said,
He loved me, his oldest daughter.
But time went on, and Christmases passed,
And life took its toll, naturally.
My mother complained, “Too many children live here;
One less will surely not matter”.
The lady looked sad, as she reached for my bag,
For my mother had chosen me.
The world fell down and everything changed;
No family, no love, and no laughter.
But I had my leopard with soft spotted fur,
Which once sat under my Christmas tree.
I had proof of his love, with soft spotted fur,
Telling me once, I really did matter.
And no one could take his place in my heart,
For once, my dad had loved me.
Bel canto
Her asking Suport- Part three
Somewhere they say
that you and I are together
somewhere they'll believe
that we are one
we found interest in us together
we're interested in
having fun
My true love
don't know we're together
If it goes Your way
we've just begun
I know ya'll get tired
of sounding blue
hearing song's about people
doing the things they do
Happiness is
of what you make it
Ones selfishness
is often selected
One things true
in a Lovers Obligation
Timing is everything
to not leave one waitin
Wait for Love
when ya'll know it's right
aint no love
when nothing right
seems I'm being
a little selfish
Most obvious
when you
feel neglected
I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint streets,
This is the place where all roads meet...where I’m meaner than Al Capone,
And I could simply make this easy...but your mind will not be blown.
You’ll never see your children grown.
For I thought you was my best friend, but for now you will face your end,
You’re heading there out of your sin...to no light...no love...or cell-phones.
You’ll dwell in torment forever, birds of feather flock together,
In this hall there is no weather, the only echoes are your own,
You’ll rot in disgust and your shameful heart will always be alone.
My love for you...I will condone.
With such greed life karma prevails...and in darkness your bones’ll dwell.
Doesn’t matter how loud you yell...no one will hear that high pitched tone.
I vent all of my frustrations...without any hesitations,
After my retaliation...of this sweet revenge I will prone.
After kicking you in the face...what’s this...is it bodily foam..?
So un-brick the bricks to the dome!
And I don’t care if your legs hurt...for this is how you made it work,
You built your tomb under a church...right beneath its’ big golden throne.
Now behind the mortar you cry...and no one can bade their goodbyes.
My friend...you used to smile so wise...who smiles now as the other moans..?
You love what you can’t have...life...I’m done...revenge has proudly shone.
You’ll die behind the wall of stone.
All of your hate and jealousy...is buried with greed and envy,
You’ll fade from earth as unworthy...right beneath other dried up bones.
Here’s my remorse...wait a minute...clear my nose...on the wall I spit,
Your ego fits nicely here...I’m starting to like your new home.
I’ll let you be with a marker...that I have engraved out of chrome.
“The center of the catacombs”.
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The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
“Consequence”
Smile, Smile, Smile my little child, Smile.
I know you can
Oh, little child of the street.
Pope Francis says,
“You are a consequence,
A consequence of war.”
Your tattered clothes,
Your blackened face,
You’re all alone,
You have no home.
Smile, Smile, Smile my little child, Smile.
I see your tears,
I feel your pain,
You bear the cross
Of mankind’s wrath.
You have no smiles.
Smile, Smile, Smile my little child, Smile
You tell the fate of mankind’s hate.
There is no love.
There is no joy.
You are just a child,
A child of the street,
Who knows not how to Smile.
“Consequence” your name.