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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
Personal Ad -Advertisement-Article- (In need of something a little bit different)
I'm looking for a female with a personality other than herself
Someone different from me. Tranquilized, homogenized and light
Traumatized by clowns and cotton candy
This individual should be alive at the time of this printing
You must come with instructions and triple A batteries
A turn off valve and buttons that say "off" are essential
This candidate needs a mouth, a nose and an eye
At least one, two would be preferable, three would be scary
Four would be excessive. Five would be ridiculous.
I pay by the hour not by the eye
A head and ears are optional
Weight and height are your choice
The perfect candidate should be clearly invisible
Not hatched from an egg or manufactured in a mold
Make-up is required. There is no such thing as too much.
You must have good grades in math and take baths
You will be required to do my taxes and make sandwiches
I will pay you for your services with salted crackers
I am looking for a purely platonic relationship
One that has no strings attached
Marionettes need not apply.
If you own pliers you can be my dentist
A person with low to no self esteem is perfect
I expect to hear from you but only if you speak
Once I get a phone, a shelter and my memory back
With a copy of my completed income tax
You will be considered a person of interest
And not much more.... Unless you do windows
Then we can explore
Love is not Dead
I know thus now
For i have witnessed it with mine own eyes
As a Bride and Groom
Blessed with 2 young Children
Who had already been together for 15 + year's
Kissed and Cuddled like Star Crossed Lovers
In front of family , friends and other guests
As if they had only just met
The Love of Cinderella and Romeo & Juliet
But so, so much better
Because this was neither
Fantasy nor Fiction
This was True
This was Real
This was Factually
Love Actually
No Catch
Nor
Strings Attached
So when I Say
Love is not Dead
I truly mean it
Because I have actually seen it
With mine on 2 eyes
And if mine eyes don't deceive or lie
Love is not Dead
Love is Actually
Love is Alive
Love is the Prize
Love can Survive
Come what may
Love is what keeps the Dead Alive
So as in life
As After Death
Love is what Hatred
Should be met with
In order to overcome
What we as humans can become
When we loose all Faith
In Believing in
The Love that Binds 2 Starry Eyed Crossed Lovers
A Glance a look
A stolen kiss
1 single hug , solitary embrace
A smile adorned upon another face
That tells and says
A 100 years from now
I will love you
More than on this day we place
A wedding ring
And wedding vow
For nothing now nor in the future
Without your Council and by my side
I would not wish to take another step
As Love has placed me in your debt
For Evermore
And Everafter
You are my Tear's
You are my Laughter
You are the Reason for my Birth
You are my Purpose to stride this Earth
You make the Seconds Tick
The Hours Pass
My Glass Half Full
You are my Love
You are my Faith
You are my God
You are my Love
I used to think that he was my friend.
Perhaps such an idea was handed down
from a prior generation of my family.
Or perhaps a bit of my personal experiences
warranted such a novel trust in a guy like Sam. *
In an encounter with Sam, I learned something
of great value. While in need of a very basic
resource, everyone that I turned to recommended
Sam as if he was a bright and shining amour for
any and all; someone who would come to one's rescue
when under life's duress.
So, I took the advice of a close friend who could not
help me himself but recommended Sam. I turned
to Sam and found him to be rather friendly and eager
to help. However, I quickly learned that all of Sam's
assistance came with symbols which he gave to anyone
that he was about to help.
Sam's symbol for me was a large empty tin pan whose
contents were invisible, but it symbolized my request.
There were also lots of strings attached and hanging
from the tin pan to which Sam made little to no reference.
Being very inquisitive, I questioned Sam about the strings,
whereupon he admitted that the strings were rather vague.
Moreover, he said, "The strings come with the tin pan. No pan, no strings, no aid".
I smiled at Sam and said, "Thanks, but no thanks. If your
aid comes with strings like that, you may keep the aid and
the strings. I'll be all right". Although I did not receive
any material assistance from Sam, I learned a most valued
lesson. I learned to 'Beware of things that come with
attachments of strings'.
080322PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
*Fiction. (Sam represents any person, entity or government
seeking the control of our lives).
Dictionary Entry Society
I dislike research with critical passion but succumbed to the web and expected
an intricate intermingled labyrinth to define society by its antonyms but short
and bitter was the answer to knowledge quest when one word one only in bold
letters HATE as if for an acronym Heartless Aggression Terror Enemy con-texted
On a positive note I had been thinking of love kindness compassion other mores
ethical virtuous traits like sharing and caring fellowship communal engagement
allegiance with no strings attached to foster common good polis and partnership
time story place of blissfully blessed cooperation’s mutually beneficial arrangement
Words and meanings change over the course of succession of periods and juncture
thus the modern dictionary may as well define society as a balloon with a puncture
21st September 2016
This is the true test of faith right before my eyes,
That will take time and patience to recognize,
All worth every moment even if time is cut short,
Living in love in the present stretching loves worth,
Pain staking tears from the pit of my stomach,
Digesting all the love without making assumptions,
Trusting you Lord, you see my heart bare,
You know my desires and intentions, you brought me here,
The choice I have made with no strings attached,
Binding my heart to you, with a letter intact,
To my husband, I will give this letter in the future,
Written on the tablet through a million sutures,
The stitches from surgeries with the scars to prove,
The pain here will diminish because I love you.
Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
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.
"Meet Me Halfway"
by: Eric L. Boddie
I'm so sick of this....I'm wrong, you're wrong
Baby please....I'm so tired of playing that song
It's only us, me and you, only we can be right
Don't give up on us now....help me in this fight
Let's put the past where it belongs, behind us in the dust
Help me prove that what we have is more than just lust
We said we'd last forever, but that road sometimes gets rough
Baby look inside your heart, I know our Love is more than enough
To keep us on the course, we can't let this Love leave our sight
Let's stop these silly games, and I mean, let's start it tonight
I can't stand to see us like this, don't you remember how it was
I want all the strings attached because that's just what Love does
I don't know what to do, but I am going to make you see
Just how much I Love you because I know you Love me
We have to be together, I just don't know what else to say
This is about us, not me and you, baby please, meet me halfway
........jiggle clumsily; post halter-
behind braids- busy in evacuation of the cool pool water,
like a carefree bull in the field.
Her eyes sharp and cruel, unyielding to the faulter.
Fixating on a fool,
one caught looking,
looking around in a house of slaughter.
Baiting fingers thread the hook at the back of the neck.
Electric eel, slippery Brook,
Devil's daughter-sees her slithering tool- He, electrically awestruck like
A fist magnetic, en route to the face spilling drool onto Tesla spool archway portal of open space.
Strings attached, loose and taught,
drawstring and shortest lot of toothpick drawn from maw aftermeal twisting twirl, say ahhh.
Umbrella, sundress, undressed girl, with dimple and curls, Salem's lot,
lizard kind of you're in trouble.
You are aftermath wreckage, rubble.
Thrown into a dancing fire.
Inn-keeping-with something to visualize and desire.
He becomes her familiar,
one that roils in a mire.
The catch of the day
hung out to dry, for the letting.
To bleed, into the night.
Like a stain setting.
Sniffing helplessly like a hound
in the open airs entrails- in the dew of it's misting device of shroud.
Hellbound
In a twisting abyss of chance -romance,
in advance of death in a trance.
Hade's Siren smirks at the arrow holes of Eros bow.
Marksmanship, gamesmanship, act 3 underwaymanship, with an encore and a show, and a tip.
She takes a bow in mocking disrespect-
turned about face in splay.
O the feel of the steal.
The flash of a blade.
The flash of ages, gone to seasons
of gray.
Cursing in looks of kill, of a dialect universally known but unnamed.
Of that wet and silvery feel.