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I heard someone say never make the same mistake twice
They were referring to love
So I started to relate, my mind started to penetrate
The reasons why the heart had grown cold
Like a movie, the plot started to unfold
And I saw myself.
I mean, really viewed myself and became third person
Why not first?
Because it was too painful to tell my own story
So I became she
A woman who forced her own misery by believing she could control her own
destiny
Heart pacing with every sound, she declared to understand her emotions
Chose a man who did not reciprocate devotion
Lacked respect so didn’t think she needed none
Who needed love, he thought, when life was all about fun
She tried to reconstruct her appearance for him
So I nicknamed her Vanity
But nothing would ever suffice, causing her to somehow lose her sanity
A perfect love.
Dreams of starry nights and kisses on the forehead
Curled up under the nook of his arm on top of his bed
Sharing secrets and penetrating hidden walls
Making love until the roosters made their morning calls
Vanity wanted to live in a movie,
She wanted the fame and the beauty
She visioned scenes of her admirer answering her every beck and call
But pieces of the movie started to crumble and fall
So she settled.
Vanity didn’t even have faith in Prince Charming anymore
Those kind of men didn’t exist…the type that open doors
She led a dead end journey to a man who’s heart she would never own
With every kiss from him, she still knew she wasn’t alone
He became her best friend, and a passionate lover
But every night he still committed to another
At times things felt just right, but never good enough
She knew her mother raised a young lady better than this
And her decisions were tough
Vanity cried the day he told her he loved her
She cried because that was the day the affair ended
They were both in love but he wouldn’t leave HER
She could barely stomach to see herself in the mirror, everything was a blur
Vanity wanted to hate him, “What an awful man”
She would try to instill in her mind
But her heart didn’t believe it, he just wasn’t the right kind
The kind you would hate.
So instead, she hated herself for giving up on love
For trying to borrow someone else’s love
Vanity had lost the biggest fight of her life and the truth was
Vanity…didn’t even know what love was anymore.
An Apology to the people loved & lost (dedication)
just for closure.
I had a vision and I grabbed it
Sought after a long verge to succeed and I dreamt of it
Unaware of what I had become
Pained-heart-blood-stained tears I will never succumb
For the pain caused
The misunderstandings never clarified
Feelings never fought for
Mistakes to hearts left sore
Scores settled in vengeance
A visioned plot with only “I” in emergence
A detrimental being set-forth I conquer
Moment of silence for the love lost, for closure
Self-made pioneer designed by God to prosper
In “her” heart I hope I left a mark for posture
Still in mine…
I only wish she knew I wasn’t an imposter
From a distance
I post my love sealed with heart crumbs
In first instance- that’s how we fell in love the first time
Bitter sweet
How love feels after the future in past time
Marked territories, course, paths
In avoidance we will never meet
Out of love fear respect, your wish granted in a heart-beat
The tricks of time…
If we cross-paths I will always greet
Unapologetic to the sympathetic
Thoughts of success an adrenaline rush to the charismatic
I should’ve known…
Even love wears off from the charismatic…
I thought I knew till I lost a few
I’m only human, not an excuse, but a better view
Forgive to forget not
I chose my path for the success still sought
Second chances by all means offer second mistakes
I only wish patched-up friendships to re-trace the steps
A simple nod in acceptance in the name of family
A soft kiss on the forehead in remembrance of love
From souls departed, a sign of acceptance from above
For what I have become
The impact you have made
Forgive but forget not, only for closure…
“THE POEM MY MOTHER LIKED”
smoking a cigarette in the bathroom
at 4 p.m. I wonder what my son is doing;
I wonder if court will run smooth. I sit in
the midst of my greatest trial, trying to
keep from losing it. my son knows I’m gone,
I know if he could talk, the fight against the
darkness would be clean. you sit and
notice the things you never saw:
the toilet paper hanging, the deodorant,
the razor, the aftershave, the comb,
the toothbrush and paste, the ray of
sunlight tunnel visioned on the center
of a wall rarely paid attention to. everything
you used daily because it’s always the same.
then you look into the mirror, you don’t
know who you see. you’d give anything to
go back and confront the moments of
darkness but you know they weren’t dealt
with out of good intention. the road to Hell
is paved with good intention and yet, we
continue to be as naturally good as we can be.
Bukowski said: “You can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life sometimes. The
more you learn to do it, the more light there
will be.” I guess that’s why I’ve prayed more
than any other time in my life. waiting and
hoping God will respond in my hours of death.
if God could talk, what would be said to me?
time will only tell. as I sit on the floor,
my son waits for Friday.
I wait for God to respond when I’ve only
known him to be unresponsive. will it be
through my voice, a judges voice or my
son’s voice? will it be through paperwork,
through nights in jail or through her when
it catches up to her? I don’t know. I wait…
what choice do I have? I sit in the bathroom
with this cigarette, smoking, praying,
all while dying. three days away from 3 p.m.
will remind me why God hasn’t taken me in
all these years. with God in that reality, I
wonder if me being here after all these years
is His response.
who’s to say? I know I’m still here though
because I’ve asked God not for happiness,
just a little less pain.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-28-2016
True Love isn't what you had me thinking it would be
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
I fought for peace
In the north and south
So I could find myself
In the west and east "WE"
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
Because we died in war
Only because we only wanted more
Our eyes couldn't see
What our minds wanted to express
We couldn't meet heart to heart
Not even confessed
We lost
So we fell to fall apart
I'm now the remains
Of our perfect storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within the form of pride
We visioned,
We remembered.
Even Tried to hide inside
Our past past past...
What we had
That made our weather of love
Casted a rainbow...
That we sat together on up above
Our past true Love
isn't what you had me thinking it would be.
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth.
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
I'm now the remains of our storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within form of pride
We visioned,we remembered,
Tried to hide inside,
Our past past past.
That made our weather of love
Make rainbows
Fall from that cloud...
We sat together on up above.
Though, our past had turned into habit
Returning
just to make havoc.
Every reason equates to both the truth or curtains.
Within the visible light of mind, unveil the blurriness or shade it for certain.
Emotions are as true as the hands that caress it.
The speech that moulds it and the yearning to believe it.
Yet this world seems as corrupt as the mind who sees it.
The darkness that envelops the thought, was taught and trained.
Unknowingly and guided by hands that only crave Power.
Dig in deep in the dissolution of thoughts and bind it with the warmth of Heart's embrace.
Shed the layers of forced ideas and institution and break free the shackles of this illusion.
Or brace the smoke of despair that entrapped the lungs and leave life gasping for air.
Just to survive or let die in hopes that this hardship and lies are forgotten with death.
Released from the burden of life's grasp.
The choke of life that threatens all in a single minute wraith.
That will forever alter our destiny and our path.
Do you know how I got these scars?
I was broken and battered.
Not by swords wielding battles.
No armies that conquered.
Just mere words and pictures that keeps me in shackles.
Every moment, a distinct invention of a monster.
Invoked into my being by images of societal ruptures.
Creating me into something unholy, those taunters.
Like a carcass, advertise me as meat for vultures.
I felt I was branded with faults, discarded by burning.
I felt I was tainted with salt, distasteful and disconcerting,
I feel I am as they visioned me to be, obese, ugly and demeaning.
I felt I was. I feel I am. Believing thus revealing.
Unknown and invisible, I hexed this insecurity.
Unwise and inaudible, perplexed within me.
Unfair and implausible, indexed unworthy.
Until no end, this forbids me to be a part of society.
Do you know how I got these scars?
Form:
Welo and Shewa
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.
She adored the unquietness of the marbling
it was crafted to gain such attention
it was a wonderfully brilliant
it's shine attracted those
who loved such
it became overly admired by those
who were blessed to know it
the Opals of the region had been
treasured forever: every once in awhile
that specials someone with charisma and charm
would come along and make the jeweler here
more and most appealing
from the dirts were
laborer's toil
to the craftsmanship of the artisan
from the fabrics of the model
to the glamour of the spectacle
it show that rizz
that makes those envy with
a shameful want
Vlinx a rob was created to help the Low Visioned people of
Fluvial Sinuous Ridges a New Town in a secret area on Earth.
She stood to be admired
she charmed the folk who were in her
presence
a glamorous ring
beautiful gold
with giant prawns that
centerpiece a large
Opal stone.
Shewa and Welo stood together gathering attention
attention they both could handle due to there beauty and charm.
Trout halibut and caplin and seabass were for the supers
here this night during the festival f the people
were the stones and craftsmen were displayed
while woman stood beside them to be asked by the local men to marry in the festival of Evenings. Capers,mayo and sour Cream Dill with lemon?gin or vodka and hot peppers; flavors and scent.mingled with the fish roasted and fried
as these two took center stage.Duchess potatoes were the stars of the dining room ; but these two were the talk of the night.Beck Silvaner,Balfour the Prädikatswein sounds and Sweet wines. The Center stage of Evening Adoraances.
Past the Darling plateau, down yonder
Through the docile jarrah trees
Where the wildest flowers wander
To and fro adorns the breeze
And the quietest fields of daisies mourn
The bodies of those once scorned
Safe away on endless tether
Awaits the region of the nether
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Over any township shire
Away, away all you once scorned
Hear the distant beckoning lyre
Away, away awaits the dawn
No more hands to lead astray
No more eyes to judge away
No more petty, petty scorn
No more single-visioned minds
Come along, away, where acres
Judge thou not, and undertakers
Lead you and return in kind
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Way out past your lowest dreary
Lower than you’ve been before
Blissful drifting solemn weary
Resting there forever more
Ask not they pity, ask not they mourn
Ask not remembrance of those once scorned
Safe away on endless tether
Awaits the region of the nether
In your body, in your mind
Within those fields and in those behind
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
Past the Darling plateau, down yonder
Through the docile jarrah trees
Sprawls the land of those once scorned
Where the wildest flowers never squander
Never judge to be appeased
And the quietest fields of daisies mourn
The bodies of those once scorned
Out there they’ll take you by the hand
Led through fields of peaceful land
You for they and they for you
So come along, your time is through
As I lay in meadows green outstreched on the grass
Ignorance comes blinding as the fleeting day goes past. Blissfull blindness leaves ignorance to the fading light.
Approach the dark let all of day demise into the night.
Shivers tingle through the spine and leaves the body cold. Memories come flooding of the tales that mom once told. Uttering her cautioned warnings of terror and fright.
Reasons why the human race cannot enter the night.
Creatures cloaked in darkness through the secrets they keep. The crime as helpless victims laugh to death in their sleep.
Ruthlessly playing. You are the toy.
Create illusions of hapiness to feed off your joy.
But their time had come arising for me it was to late.
Dear God dont leave me broken to a trembling mournful fate.
Im crying out in loudened silence someone hear my cries.
Thoughts erupting all in voilence harbouring their lies.
For sins I birthed and raised all I ask is more exemption.
One last shot to make it right. One chance at redemption.
Creatures stare right through the soul with x-ray visioned eyes.
Yearning for the monsters that abide in me to rise.
Voices whisper tauntingly to reach for what they long.
Fear engulfing melody, darkness ridden song. The silence becomes deafening. Themselves the voices raise.
Lead me down a dusty road unto an early grave.
Let mountains split beckoning the birth of the sunrise.
Let darkness shatter its radiance consuming all the skies.
Lift the veil called blindness as the noisy silence breaks.
Grant me passage, bring me life, forgive all my mistakes
Form:
I rose with purpose in my stride,
A banner bold across my chest.
With every word, I spoke with pride,
And gave the race my very best.
I shaped my dreams in visioned flame,
Each meeting held, each hand I shook.
A chapter built around my name—
And every step, the world I took.
The ballots passed from hand to hand,
Like whispers moving through a crowd.
I waited, heart in reprimand,
While silence wrapped me in a shroud.
Then came the still, the final toll—
The gavel’s echo not for me.
A hollow settled in my soul,
Where once had burned tenacity.
I smiled, as honor would require,
Yet felt the frost behind my grin.
For all my zeal and inner fire,
Could not ensure a destined win.
But in that hour, stripped and bare,
I touched a truth I’d never known—
That losing, too, can shape a prayer,
And leave no heart to fight alone.
They saw the loss; I felt the cost—
The late-night hopes, the crafted speech.
Yet dignity is never lost
When grace is still within your reach.
I stood, though not with laurel crowned,
My voice intact, my soul upright.
For though my dream was battle-bound,
My worth was not in vote or might.
The gavel passed, but not my will;
Another’s name rose through the air.
Yet something in me stood up still—
The man who learned, the one who cared.
So let the record show, I tried—
With fervent hands and earnest plea.
And though the gavel passed me by,
It did not take the best of me.
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: May 14, 2025
Inspiration: Analyzing defeat and disappointment
Sitting alone in the dark room, so much potential with no opportunity to bloom
Love and happiness is what I've been seeking, time and time again I realize too late my emergency light has been blinking
She's gone...
Each time I wonder why, is it me? Beauty im surrounded by....so it's me I'm starting to believe
Countless hours spent on my own, too many dark rooms no communication all alone
My world as I knew it has been taken from me, is it the lies, the sex and the countless woman I've allowed to believe in me?
Harmless as a butterfly but manipulative as a thief,
The curse of indecisiveness, allowing lust to intervene like a disease
Mentally and spiritually I've been trapped in this reality, this person who I've become is not the man I've visioned to be.
Each woman that's been in my life has only wanted my commitment, bad decisions and immaturity leading to their resentment.
As the moon changes the hurt turns cold, what once was beautiful thoughts have turned into unavoidable mold.
Where is she as I rest my head, hoping she's thinking of me too while lying in her bed.
The possibility of love is what ignites me, lovers loving love is what you'll get believe me.
Allow your walls to crash down and we build a stronger foundation for you now are my family
Each memorable moment will fulfill more than just sexual fantasies.
I'll give you my world, my touch, my heart, my all
I hope my willingness doesn't intimidate you into wanting to stall
Loving with no limits is what I strongly believe, my beautiful queen I hope you can trust your heart with me.