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“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan
I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx
field of ravens.
When the
star-crossed
silhouette of
bleeding ink,
ricochets like
vindictive arrows,
within your
hollow walls,
quenched with
muted echoes,
I am reminded of
your ebony eyes,
cradled under
black decomposing flesh.
I shove my
misunderstood identity
into a pocket journal,
embalmed with a
fragrance of peace lilies
and rhapsodical prose,
amidst doleful dusks
painted with
past mistakes
hidden beneath
narratives of sinful
tangerine nights.
But, remember
that your fallacious
name is an
erased footnote
in the history of
relentless runes.
My tormented tongue
has become
immune to
your false screams.
There is no need
for close-fisted
fingers to flip
through pages,
of the story
I left behind,
as visions of
venomous verses
cremate into
ashes in my mind-
as mere memories
of monologues from
ice cold monsoons,
which don’t define me.
I’ve sculpted fragile
paper boats and
watched them ferry my
demons,
floating on daisies
in a ravishing rivulet
of truth and tranquility,
whilst you chase
impassioned imprints
within chapters
written in patterns
of insincere phrases.
I am a survivor of
your storm,
drawing dreams in
drowsy darkness,
blooming my
amethyst artistry,
which vibrantly
beats to burgundy
evolutions of a
blossoming flower,
who's scent you
will never savor.
My petals
may be fragile,
but I refuse to remain
prisoned in toxic
traits of a
weathered wildflower -
I only attract
majestic butterflies.
Deep within my blackened soul
This dark nightmare grows
From putrid bile so foul
Where bloodied carnage grows
Festering in a venomous pit
Where only my demon goes
The bloodsuckers of the night
Scorn my very existence
Cowering as from holy light
The lupine howlers foul stench
Their savage bite takes no hold
On this weary wicked retch
Blackened tendrils, locks of hair
Burning eyes like fire aflame
Seek to seduce the maiden fair
With silky golden skin, and hair of red
Her body laid bare before me
"I am yours." is all she said
I saw a hand reaching out to touch her
The fingers were my own
All the sinful pleasures I could offer
And like a wisp she was gone
Ethereal shimmer fading in the dawn
No scent was left behind, absolutely none
And with the growing light, I retreated
To my unholy place inside
To see my bloody nightmares repeated
And so I slept and dreamed of frightful things
As the hours slipped by my writhing soul
Time flew away on bloodsoaked wings
The carnage inside my maddened mind
Took hold upon my very being
Taut and coiled, waiting to unwind
As my fitful slumber drew to a close
I glimpsed her fiery tendrils floating by
Her naked body an erotic pose
My wailing demons hushed their call
Clenched fists round roses thorns
Turning before me her body bares all
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Form:
“Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
– Mr. Beaver (The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)
THE LION OF JUDAH
Majestic mane - wind pets the fur
where no earthling can stroke.
His roar like thunder-blast, no purr -
sacrificed lamb awoke.
Lion couches in paradise -
Fierce and fearless; revered
His life for ours - the purchase price.
Christ rose…and interfered
with mock-lion - serpent unmasked.
Judah’s great paw strikes head
of the venomous snake, as tasked.
Man born, reborn…sin’s dead.
Terror to ears, frenzy of brain -
fearsome to all mortals.
Pleasing to His; drives lost insane.
Each to his own portals.
In end, all will bow at His throne
by roar of His sceptre -
Jesus Christ’s name, no greater known.
His chosen Bride - He rewards her.
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As dust doth settle upon your casket
I do not weep, mine eyes remain dry
as the warmest summer days on land
And though those around me stare
I know in confusion
For they have not seen inside you
or myself, as we do
Thy ears perk at hissing, while eyes unfocused in panic
For a split second on your resting box
From your grave, I keep waiting for your fist
waiting for venomous words to spew forth from your lips
Lips I had abandoned, for no matter the love I gave
through the good, through the bad
Bad turned a tad too much as my bones broke,
muscles ripped bared screams from fattened lips
Today, standing with dry eyes I tell myself again
The past was just pretend
T'was just a story I had read but months ago
A tale, A nightmare of pretense
No Matter Papa Repents...
Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks...
every bone in mine entire body
suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping hour,
perhaps previous attempts to communicate,
(albeit poetically - for no rhyme nor reason)
fell short, asper yours truly
to claim accountability, culpability, responsibility...
unwittingly subjecting thee, a prized progeny
with legacy, where
diabolical, emotional, psychological... trauma
compromised your care free growing up years
namely while residing at 1148 Greentree Lane
exacerbated by mine self absorption
countless hours misspent
whiling away precious time
mesmerized more so
with computer technology,
versus prioritizing fleeting moments
with "mother" and/or offspring
yes..he now pays heavy price
pursuing amorous liaisons
gallivanting, flirting, emailing...
impacting (obliviousness
pitifully lame retort unacceptable)
feigning much ado about nothing
snappishly barking anger
such vitriol (mine)
sabotaged once in
lifetime golden opportunity
to foster, kindle pinterest
with spouse and daughters
subsequently deepening rift
rivalling Mariana Trench
love's labour's lost forever
frittering away compounded
half heartedly seeking employment
even though - NO LIE
inexplicable debilitating anxiety
buzzfeeding panic attacks
plaguing my psyche
since...birth, incapacitating
maximizing potential abilities
playing havoc pledging troth
with counterpart exhibiting
mental health challenges
unfairly begetting deux darling lasses
thee bearing brunt of pennilessness,
at aforementioned residence
unlivable, horribly untidy,
toxic with mold, cluttered...
such offal sight, sounds of screaming,
(when Shana nonverbal), stench...
now suffer (PLEASE BELIEVE)
suicidal ideation plagues my conscience
pointed objects quite inviting
remembrance of things past,
a worse fate than death!
PLEASE FORGIVE DADA...?
Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles.
Witty witch showing black magic doing miracles.
Vampires flying all around displaying wide wings.
Kids of ghost with long teeth laugh loud and swings.
Ghostly gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Lovely lioness left lazy lion embracing lonely leopard.
Unicorn washing curvy horn in blood with glycerin soap
Demons playing tug of war with venomous python as rope.
Opponents were gang of giants: Scary monsters notorious.
Black spider crawling, jumping, running rushing ferocious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window .
Moon cast ghostly shadow on shrubs in adjacent meadow .
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Kids of ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Valorous vampire , howling wolf jumped in.
Gang of ghosts danced merrily with kith and kin.
Vigorous going on scary Halloween dance
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Kitty cat danced standing on its paws
exhibiting strong spiky curdy claws.
Violent viper, always hyper continuous shedding tear
' I love you, Dear ' to whisper close to my ears.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire,
gifting me a shiny sapphire : Me about to expire .
Green-eyed black cat chasing macro mouse wagging tails.
Vultures and hawks coming in flocks ringing jingle bells
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
Serpent venomous, strike the breast.
Lay me low and leave.
Treasure found inside a chest?
Nightshade to bereave.
Sickle of the reaper grim?
Crater cauldron rim.
Pain in my heart, at the brim?
Light in my eyes, dim?
Slim thy chance, O circumstance.
Demagogue, thy rants.
Fortress mighty, stubborn stance?
Tympani, tyrants.
Destroyed, O sweet future?
You bet, and reason thus:
Stitch, support the suture?
Ornery damned, my cuss.
Poison-flower, trumpets high?
Apothecary, ply.
Deadly chemicals, make supply?
Ointment, have thy fly.
Cry of battle? Battlement.
Hope, thy sentiment.
Gears a-ground down? Where she went?
Said just what she meant?
Fluxion, thy flicker.
Axion, axe to wheel.
Sullen silence? Get sicker.
Wound, heal. Deal, sign seal.
Torn, O my tornado?
The options are but two.
Sell thy soul to vicious foe?
Be with who loves you...
Nasty Me, Hypocrite
From the looks of things,
I've gazed deep into my soul,
And it only gives rise to pain.
I am the shadow that consumes your light,
A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.
My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,
Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.
My life paves the way for pain;
Sorrow evolves around my circle.
It nurtures and breeds vindictiveness,
Drinking oceans of bitterness,
Eating the bread of hostility.
I'm that jealous lover who stalks you,
Bringing nothing but pain to your living life.
My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,
Sweet nothings that bring only fear.
I'll pull you close, then push you away,
Leaving scars that never fade.
I am the embodiment of mass destruction,
A reality of unpleasant catastrophe.
I sow seeds of discouragement,
Watered with rivers of agony,
Nothing but sadness.
I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,
A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.
My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,
A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date.
I am the terror behind your nightmares,
The imagery you refused to envision.
I wage war, raining down casualties and division.
I'll feed on your insecurities,
Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.
My love's a game, where you're the prey,
A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.
I am the scorching sun
That pierced and smeared your soul with evil.
I find pleasure in your misery
And joy in suffering.
I am a righteous sinner
Who wears the coat of righteousness,
Beneath, lies devil's concoction,
Seasoned with ingredients of vices.
I'm the creativity of negativity,
Not positivity.
In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity.
I befriended light to see darkness;
To concoct wickedness, so easy to judge.
Always preaching perfection
But living with an infection.
Still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,
A moth to flame, unable to bear.
The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,
A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.
Nasty ME hypocrite
From the looks of things
For I have looked deep down my soul
And it only give rise to pain
You see
I am the shadow that consumes your light,
A toxic lover, poisoning your sight.
My touch, a flame that burns with deceit,
Melting trust, and freezing hearts that beat.
My life only paves a way for pain
Sorrow evolves around my circle
Its nurture and breed vindictiveness
It drinks oceans of bitterness promises
eating the bread of hostility
I'm that jealous lover that stocks you and brings nothing but pain
To your living life
My words, a venomous whisper in your ear,
Sweet nothings that bring only fear.
I'll pull you close, then push you away,
Leaving scars that never fade.
I am the embodiment of mass destruction
On reality of unpleasant catastrophe
I sow seeds of discouragement
watered it with rivers of agony of
Nothing but sadness
I'll make you doubt your worth, your mind,
A maze of self-doubt, forever left behind.
My love, a suffocating, crushing weight,
A prison where freedom's just an illusion's date
I am the terror behind your nightmares
The Imageries you refused to envision
That wages war of warfares
And rain down causalities and division
I'll feed on your insecurities,
Nourishing my power, your weaknesses.
My love's a game, where you're the prey,
A hunt where I'm the predator, night and day.
I am the scorching sun
That pierced and smeared your soul with evil
I find pleasure in your misery
And joy in suffering
I am a righteous sinner who
wear the coat of righteousness
Beneath, lies devil's concoction
Seasoned with ingredients of vices
I'm the creativity of negativity ?? not positivity
In my comfort, I orchestrate iniquity
I befriended light to see darkness;
to concoct wickedness so easy to judge
Always preaching perfection but living with an infection
But still, you'll stay, trapped in my snare,
A moth to flame, unable to bear.
The pain, the hurt, the endless fight,
A toxic dance, where love's just out of sight.
@kc
H2O
Owen thepoet 2019
We are people, not robots. We won’t accept your lies
We will not stand idly by, while another patriot cries
We will watch you crumble and we will watch you sink
You can never tell us, what to do or what to think
This is our Christian country and now you can believe
If you don’t like the way it is, then pack it up and leave
We are not here to serve you. You are here to serve
When you put down our country, you just strike a nerve
You will not teach our children with your venomous bite
We will teach our children what is wrong and what is right
You have no power over us. We will beat your psychological game
God will stay in our government and we will praise His Name
This country’s free and so are you to worship as you please
But we believe that God protects our borders and our seas
We welcome all and pray each day that no one ever be banned
But if you don’t like it feel free to move to another land
Without our permission, you really have no powers
We don’t infringe on your rights, so don’t infringe on ours
We will say Under God in our pledge, each and every morning
Please don’t try to stop us, we are giving you fair warning
Our Christian Constitution is not written on shifting sands
If you try to change it, you will have a battle on your hands
Do not flaunt your authority and push us to the brink
You’ll find out that our people are a lot tougher than you think
This is one nation Under God, so ring the Liberty Bell
If you don’t like the way we live, by all means, go to Hell.