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Suprise surprise ....empathise with a sadist
Draggin emotion through joy consumed rages
So while fear&envy enjoy there true places
Contempt coils around paranoias two faces
True shame is guilt ... pride is living arrogant
And Taking pleasure out of all the embarrassment
Anger management loaded with sympathy
Where hatred can only find hope in hostility
Or grief in euphoria but jokers are killing me
With a token of civility behind an arrogant threat
By harbouring infamy while evicting respect
Display no remorse , and never live with regret
Ya feelin me yet ? Lifes an Emotional wheel of roulett
What ever u put into it is all u ever gonna get
Now that's a pestilent sentiment
Form:
The Haunted House
Driving with my date at midnight, looking at the August moonlight,
lonely road, no one in eyesight, searching for a place to park.
Off the road a mansion ‘pearing, in the woods, back in a clearing,
all alone this mansion fearing, stands deserted in the dark…
the mansion stands there in the dark.
Vacant now for many ages, rotting as her time turns pages,
legend of her haunting rages, haunting ghosts that oversee.
Eerie winds around are blowing, in the window soft light glowing,
curiosity is growing, soft light beckons us to see…
the soft light calls for us to see.
Feel like we are strangers poaching, on this haunted house encroaching,
front porch creaks as we’re approaching, and the front door open wide.
Through the door now we are heading, on the inside odor shedding,
musty air with dust is spreading, leaving us red blurry eyed…
the dust makes us red blurry eyed.
In our ears there is a droning, down the hall we hear a moaning,
sounding like an old man groaning, leaving us to wonder why.
Down the hallway we go searching, knowing not what evil lurching,
through the door we see there perching, skeleton from days gone by…
bones sitting there from days gone by.
On the floor there is blood pooling, ‘neath the ashen bones so grueling,
such an eerie sight befooling, tell my date to turn and run.
Chasing close behind I follow, for this fear I cannot swallow,
felling like my life is hollow, thinking that my time is done…
I’m feeling like my days are done.
Wake up in a forest clearing, in the sky, sunlight appearing,
from the night my mind is veering, how I got here I don’t know.
Leaving now my gut is churning, don’t think I will be returning,
evil place my mind discerning, wrought with spirits from below…
the evil spirits from below…..
this haunted house has got to go.
August 18, 2018
If I were tickled by the rub of love, again,
could I let you go my darling, darling, could I say,
rest in peace and turn away from your death stone.
oh why, why am I chained to a man long dead.
And death shall have no dominion, no hold,
yet no time my love can take this love away,
our souls even in death are as one, still entwined,
oh, wait for me at Heaven's golden gate.
I was frozen, after the funeral, frozen,
and lost, my life meant nothing to me anymore,
I wanted to die and to be with you, but a fire burned,
inside of me and I crawled back to the living.
Do not go gentle into that good night, never,
I write and write poems all night, I write so,
I will be remembered, and I will not be just a name,
engraved upon a stone covered in moss.
In my craft or sullen art, my poetry is my life,
my soul rages, my tears bleed on the white,
and everyone who reads my words will know the depth,
of my pain, and will know my strength also.
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February 4, 2017
Poetry/Verse/''a poem on a page"
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 872-570-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration - Dylan Thomas Titles
Soon winter time will come The ice and snow will not wait for you or cages
Cold and dumb.
Snow white and bright Fun to play in for all ages
Delight.
Fast sled I want rages Lead.
Soon winter time will come Fun to play in for all ages Lead.
Date Written 9/8/2020
3 Place Let's Minichu on Bizarre Contest Judged: 9/30/2020
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Some people are poor and wish for riches others have earned
and gambling the little they have, their unrealistic expectations turn bitter:
how foolish, how shameful and how pitiful to see them pulling their hair...
beating their chest when they could have bought milk and bread!
Jealousy lives in that distorted mind sending off angry thoughts,
not sharing sympathetic feelings and give sincere compliments;
murders have been committed, lives ruined over this emotion
that can go into violent rages and feed any envious soul with poison!
This harmful feeling is seen in betrayal more than anything else, facts attest;
infidelity is also a factor to drive one insane destroying what was built on trust...
the weak ones suffer and pretend they are doing fine by hiding their wounds:
there'll come a time they'll have enough and explode to end their existence.
I had my moments of jealousy or envy, but they never became obsession and rage:
I let them go and found peace with myself admitting my guilt so appalling;
you can do likewise forgetting bitterness and realize you can't own everything:
it's strong temptation that causes unhappiness and the loss of friends or even love.
The subtle crust slowly encases around my beating heart
Where the layers of scars have formed a dance line
Stepping in time to the angel of deaths tambourine
Beckoning and persuading me to surrender my last breath
But that crust is now my fortress
My last line of defence
So the battle rages intense
As I make sense of my enemies senseless quest for my soul
It is my own destiny to control
Some might say I have hardness of heart
Yet their feet cant fill my shoes
Or bear the scars or constant bruise
Which has enabled my crust to blossom
Into the flower God created me to be.
My Crust his gift to me.
Bruises disappeared, cuts and scratches gone
The scars inside will never heal
The roses are beautiful, your promises empty
You'll never know the way I feel
Self esteem removed, dignity stripped
Emotions drained, each day the same
How pathetic can you be to think
Somehow, some way, I might be to blame.
A horror story not fully told
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
A love so warm, now so cold
To be so high, then sink so low.
The battle rages on, each day the same
Our dreams and plans have turned to dust
Why is the pain greater, also the shame
When it's someone you love, someone you trust.
Beans and Rice 2
Life these days are beyond expensive
Everyone is just taxed to death
Nothing ever changes
Our government is completely divided
Let just live off of beans and rice
The cost of food is just out-rages
Can’t keep your head above water
Live cheap low as you can go
Not even a dime to spare
Standing in the cold below zero
All of the sacrifice parents make these days
Two jobs, just exhausted to the brink
Living with an empty fridge
We are watched 24/7 under surveillance
Our freedom is lost
Our civil liberties are gone
1776 has vanished
Our very own independence has diminished
Society is crumbling
The world is constantly burning
Arduous agonizing affliction
doth unrelentingly assail...
aghast to exhale lest...lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by bloodied cracked fingernail
phantasmagoric tendrils constrict
stoppering me to whisper or wail
yawning abyss menacingly beseeches
hmm...release could immediately curtail
cumulative (lifetime's worth) travail
freefalling, pirouetting unnervingly,
unstoppably, unwaveringly... zipping
into infinite black hell hole ail
mince vanish as doth guilt - a hail
storm peppering psyche... jail
time for eternity excluded option
asper garden variety baby boomer male,
albeit the father of deux darling daughters,
the eldest (broke vow of silent communication),
she reached out after months long hiatus telltale
indications to accept genuine apology
her papa (me) rages against hurtfulness, he
affixed indelible psychological scars each travail
boomeranged backed to yours truly duress
during her impressionable years, she did rail
and rant previous conversation, the scale
innocent intelligent progeny, we begat
(myself and misses) financially ill prepared
to provide respectable accommodations
"dirt poor" status detrimental
with affluent MainLine
incomes luxe Lower Merion
living costs fateful design
neighbors cursed, ostracized, vilified...
unsightly unkempt property (i.e. unmanicured)
intolerant snobs didst malign
child welfare services called NOT to dine
but emphatic for papa and mama to align
dwelling safe and secure for minors
yes, I attest despicable living conditions
crowded house with Zison heirlooms
owners - malignant hoarders did confine
considerably reducing cubic feet,
they relations of spouse evicted us
ready to point carbine
at temple...quicker than noose
dead of winter 2010 near homelessness
relocated within "roach motel" decline
among our dynamics with offspring
livid with rage, asper an inferno no divine
comedy compounded by lascivious
behaviour - mine to hasten dateline
enduring helplessness, hardship
being alive plus brandishing knife
against self witnessed...I assign
poor marks as paternal parent,
who bemoans loathsome
impact...this papa gropes toward hotline!
This Prism
Deep within this prism, consumed by emotions you dare not share
Lost within a sea of woe, hoping for redemption, you do not dare
Cast off the burdens of expectations, that hold no worldly truth
Wherein lie most lost dreams, within the shadows of your youth
In this chasm of despondency, wallowing in the depth of your mind
Casting aspersions to those, that seek no more than to be unkind
Finding a solitary solution, the key within your solemn, tortured soul
Seeking the answers to all the many queries, oh such a daunting toll
Sitting quietly, this war rages on within your worrisome thought
Questioning all you knew and all the lessons you’ve been taught
Of who you really are, of what events transpired to get you here
Should you turn, north, south, east or west this hemisphere
Perhaps find a simplicity within your life to call your own
So even within your darkness, knowing your never alone
And your answers may not come from the world outside
But you come to realize, internally all the answers reside