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you never told my other mother anything
id be looking
for the real thing
you never told my other brother
we would be confused by reality
and the fairytailes
would lead us
to a destiny
unwinding the hands of tick tick ticking hands
hello time bomb
whats happening
did they notice the words i never held in my head
the sorry of the cold heart
you blew away
no substitute
for the gold
in the afterlife
you keep hunting after
substutute for the immortality
sickness of immotality
humbled pie actually
mutually gratified
and i thought
i thought
thought we were in love
thought we were in love
thought we were in love
everything you said
was nothing to the darkness insidfe the light
i held to the hollow
the hollow pitying myself
consequnce of the substitute
for the pleasure you recieved
see subsection fourteen
paragraph four
nevermind what it was you saw in the movies
that was a master of illusions
there will be more left for you
stand behind me satan
theres a real disaster
coming for me
real propoganda
real destitute
endless tears
endless prayers
no fears of their bottomless
you never told my other father id ever catch on
to the drama
of what he was
the charde of all that stuff
the solitude of never enough
never thought id ever give up
but i did
i did
i sold myself out
cashed in
bought myself a wild card
to hide from you
a starshine
a patronising shiner
something to fall into
but you wouldnt ever stop
begging your neighbor
i wanted it for me
you should be happy
its your sow
all yours
the greed of what i would have kept for myself
you have for you
the nothing it is
the worthlessnes
of pointlesness
i couldnt sell it
and now neither can you
waste your time too
wwaste your time too
string you along to come unglued
fool by fool
never twice shy
just once to be true
you never told me
the cops were never going to be on the look out for
the missing children
when they grew up
and went looking for their resal parents
even if they had memories of their other mother
their other father
couldnt get away
couldnt get away
locked in my room all day
\soory for the dirty laundry mom and dad
scream and cry all day
the police just told me no one would be looking for me
you got away with it
the perfect crime
no ones looking for me
im a lost boy
Your Pain will be temporary but eternal glory awaits
You will rise to the top through heavens pearly white gates
You will tell the whole world how low for you life became
And just like a phoenix how you rose from the flame
you have been chosen to lead one of god’s special tribes
so trust in whats happening and in the words that you scribe
your tribulations and trials you bravely took on yourself
so when your army descended they’d always have a good health
you’ll feel every emotion from fear love hate and elation
these are your most precious gifts for you to share with the nation
I will bless your loving family with a strength from up high
To hear truth in your voices and see trust in your eyes
A special blessing i’ll bestow upon each one of you
So precious and powerful trusted in just a few
My dear brother Andrew live your life to this rule
A foolish man rides a stallion but the learned a mule
So tell me how much worse it gets so I can be prepared
My worry is i’ll go to far and that’s what makes me scared
Difficulty seeing who’s a friend or a foe
Letting intrigue beat sense which hardly leads to a no
I feel crowded in an empty room and deafened by no sound
My brain is playing hide and seek but logic can’t be found
Im tired each and every day from building my defence
To shield the world from what I feel
inside that’s so intense
Stop and listen to my voice that I shall send to thee
If then I feel your true desire my presence you will see
A promise made upon thy name and never will be broken
The time when peace resides within your ears will hear what’s spoken
You plan your life around a clock that only has one hand
use guess work in the times in life to run or when to stand
As efforts are misplaced and focused in the wrong direction
Your children are in desperate need of there dads protection
This will last for a moment but a vital part of your lifes plan
So cast your eyes far and wide and take in all that you can
Your mind shall repair and your strength be restored
Your words shall be heard as if a lion has roared
Forgiveness be given and never spoke of again
Your joy will be felt 10 fold more than your pain
So trust in all of what prompts in your heart
That is the journey towards a fresh start
My carribbean summer love
Was Morning sun in the sand
On the sweet Jamaican island
Home of my mothers birth, land.
As I got off the plane,
I knew I was home.
Warm winds blowing on my face.
So, Gentle was the breeze
"Lord have mercy",
whats happening to me?
I went, to my destination
I walked, Down to the sea.
The heart was filled with such glee,
As sunshine, beamed down on me.
My breakfast was filled,
With fresh vegitation.
Ground provisions of every kind.
Fruits from every tropical tree,
It was simply, devine.
The sweetest fruit, I tasted.
Wasn't a apple, plum or pear.
It was a delicious mango,
that even Adams, girlfriend,
Eve would, not share.
I had such, great meditation.
It wasn't, on material things
It was just the lovely feel of nature,
blessing, my surroundings.
The oceans mesmerizing,
Blue Crystal skys, as clear as Can be.
It was so magnificent & amazing,
pure tranquility.
My eyes could not believe.
Lush green landscape,
The sway, of coconut trees.
Vibrant colours, red, yellow and green ,
flowers decorated, my scenery.
The smell of the oceans breeze,
just captivating
I had to stop and ask GOD, is this heaven?
As I continued, on my journey.
The next stop was Dunns River falls,
Streaming, from the river, into the ocean floor.
I climbed each rock carefully,
just in awe of this raw, natural beauty.
Raindrops trinkling, the air so fresh & clean.
I felt so free & alive, thought I was daydreaming
Didnt need a watch, Roosters crowing
Hourly, Tic toc, on the dot, as time briefly stopped.
To marvel, at this creation.
No scientist on earth, could ever top!!
Later that evening, the moon lit my way,
to where, I could hear Sweet Reggae music play.
Everyone was dancing from soca, pop, to R&B.
The rhythmic sounds all around, At a big beach party.
I had jerk chicken, on the beach as fried fish was cooking near
Deliciousness, filled the air
Love was the atmosphere.
Simple living, smiles always giving. No worries or cares,
My Caribbean summer love
true, Happiness, being there!!
Contest. Summer Day
Posted 6/17/13
#Sacrifice_puked_upon
There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so not to hear and listen but my inner being abducts me into it.
Broken, mothers special mug, I see the broken pieces scattering also in her eyes, her body taking badly the shot of the sound the mug makes when hitting the floor. I realize indeed, such was a special mug, her womb fruit. A child mushrooming amorphously, out and wild of her mothers hands and side.
There she remain numb and demented, only tears speaking on her behalf, through falling, on the very floor the mug has fallen. In those tears, its not only pain coated but hope and her only wishes to this world and life.
This is a taking moment, the least and last of what was left of this mother. If life is not choked out of her body, this moment, Heaven clock must had not clocked upon her soul.
I see her reconnecting back with her strength, trying to sit herself down, with her hand on her mouth, words not audible breathed out from the uncovered part of her mouth.
Like any parent, she never imagined that one day her womb fruit, would too grow thorns and start preakling her. Her mistake was saying "not my child" forgetting that on this temporary world, no one live without discovering for themelves the true meaning of "never say never" proverb.
In her mind, all her starving days, her efforts, sacrifices and investment in this lad, pilling into stacks of pain, she wanna shout and burst her pain out but her voice dries out, for the pain having spread like venom upon her body, all she can and left with, are tears that run so trespassing upon her every pore of her eyes,
she realize to herself that these are her sacrifices puked upon, I pray this to be not the last she could realize and take as her last discovery to her creator. Parenting gone south, like a lab experiment unconvincing its scientists, while children turning opposite to what every parent wishes, parents sacrifice puked upon
#Poetic_Ink
The Hidden Truth
As I look into the mirror I dont even see myself
I see a coward at her BEST hiding from life its self
As I look into the mirror I dont even have a clue
Of the big lie I've become everything is untrue
As I look into the mirror the only thing I see
Is friends and family smiling at me
Because they think im happy oh NO they dont know that girl
They dont know I hate living in this currupted world!
I walk with my head up high on the inside feeling low
No one knows around me because it doesnt seem to show
They see a pretty friendly girl always "dressed so nice"
Not knowing when I go home I lay and cry at night
In a cloud of depression and stressed out from life
The pain in my wounded heart sharper than a knife
And I cant seem to find the true real me
Trust me I am not who I appear to be
People call me stuck up, funny acting, and "mean"
Not knowing things in my life arent really as they seem
So "amusing" out in the open smiling and laughing
But on the inside feeling like my world is crashing
WHATS HAPPENING?! OH YES! THE HIDDEN TRUTH!
Im dieng inside and nobody even has a clue!
Dieng to tell all the b itches calling them selves "friends"
That when it comes to them and "real" they dont even stand a chance
All my friends who were "popular" when I was in school
Looking down on other people calling them "un-cool"
Feeling bad knowing I was one of them chicks too
Now im taking a look into reality and oh guess who?..
ME! I was a phony and yes a bi tch too!
The one dorks always hated whispering "what a rich fool"
Im tired of hiding feeling like this a long while
If I could take it ALL back I'd walk around with a big smile
In the mean while I guess I'll sit back and wait
Maybe they'll figure out on their own that everything isn't great
Tired of hanging around people that are nothing but fake
Maybe they'll soon too realize what in life is at stake
Oh How long will I hide this hidden truth
No one will ever find out because their hidden too...
Form:
We say we love each other,but can't stand to look at each others face.
I look at the man who once truly loved me,and gave me comfort with his embrace.
All I do is hurt,cry,and wonder what has happened throughout the years,
Because now,every day,I drown in my own tears.
We once truly loved each other,and happiness was all around us,No one could
stop us,We were unseperable,...Unstoppable.
I think whats happening is we are growing Older,wiser,Stronger,
Maybe thats why your love is no longer!
Do you know how bad I hurt?? Do you now how much I care??
Do you know how much I need you?? Do you even know I'm there??
We say we hate each other.But hate is such a strong word.
Should we really say that to each other?
What was it that you really heard?
Did you hear songs of joy , when those words were spoken? Where you hurt by
what I said?
I guess I'll never know or understand how you feel,Or what exactly is going
through your head.
The sad thing about this is...All the hurtful things we say out of anger ,all the
hurtful words that are said,
Have made me come to realize,That I might just be better of dead!
Who does the one I married,and love,Insist on hurting me?? Am I that bad of a
woman??
Is my hair too short,Is my body that bad??
I'll never know I guess,Ill just continue hating myself,and staying sad.
Why can't you trust me? Are things from the past haunting you,..and you think all
women are whores,all the same??
No matter what you think or say,I love you,And I love saying your name,
See your my husband ,and saying that ,I have no shame!!
Let go of the past ,our lives are too short,and going by so fast.Why treat the one
you love so bad???
I guess just looking at me,and the smell of my skin,and the sway in my walk,all
just make you mad.
I guess all I have left to do ,Is show you.
Show you how much I love you,
Show you that we were meant to be ,
Because without you baby,There would be no me!!!
Things Have Changed
By Robert (Bob) Moore
When I was young, the doctor, came around if I got sick
gave me a pill, or needle, and that would do the trick
but thing have changed, and now we ring, his receptionist
who tells us, “you can come next week. I’ll put you on the list”
So you go round, the next week, sit in a little room
full of germs and sick folk, the air so full of gloom
yes he says, you’ve had the flu, his hand upon my brow
just stay home, don’t catch a chill, he says this to me now.
And then there was the milkman, came round every day
you can catch up next week missus, if you couldn’t pay
leave money on the doorstep, the empty bottles too
nobody would touch it, ‘cause everybody knew
Everyone was battling, just to make ends meet
nobody was richer, than the others in the street
we’d try to help each other, in any way we could
we may not have had very much, but life was pretty good
The breadman was the next to go, now he delivered to the shops
you had to go and buy your bread, with your bacon and your chops
that’s if you could afford to, things were getting very dear
you tried to keep your chin up, things could be better by next year
Then there was the paperboy, on street corners he would stand
yelling out the headlines, didn’t need no big brass band
“GET YOUR PAPER HERE” he’d cry “WHATS HAPPENING TODAY”
but I hardly even read the news, now he has gone away
or the boy who had the barrow, on a Sunday he would go
up and down the streets, and his whistle he would blow
he knew you might still be in bed, but he would wait outside
knowing as a regular, there’d be a bob or two on the side
Then there was the mailman, he would whistle too,
especially, if he had left, important mail for you
the internet, and social media, have dealt him a deadly blow
and that is why I’m pretty sure, he will be the next to go
where am i?
what am i?
who am i?
who are you?
what are you?
where are you?
are you there?
why am i scared?
why are we here?
what are we doing?
will you hurt me?
why am i so petrified?
i never feel this way, so why now?
why is the room spinning so wildly?
i cant see straight, whats happening?
all this pain, why is it in me?
why does my heart burn so?
it feels like its burning to a crisp, falling, why is that?
what is that?
is that what you call a flower?
funny, i just dont recognize it, whats wrong with me?
what is that?
why, is that really a cat?
what is that?
a kangaroo?
my, what a funny sight... am i right?
what is the name of this?
thats grass?
why such an odd name?
and that bright, scary thing, what is that?
the sun?!?
what a pretty name, did you name it?
why is that a stupid question?
what language are we speaking?
english?
oh really?
i couldent tell, is that normal?
why is it so odd?
where are you takeing me?
what is a holocaust?
is it bad?
will it hurt?
will there be good things?
what about cupcakes, will those be there?
oh boy, why is there so much of this red stuff?
what is that?
blood?
why, the name is such a depresing name, why is that?
why is blood so depressing?
why does it signify death?
because it is what you drop when you die here?
hmmm..... very interesting, oooohhh, what is that?!
that is so scary! why am i scared again?
what is fear?
what is happiness?
im so confused, can you help me?
no?
why not?
because you are going to kill me?!
why is that?
what did i do wrong?
oh, thats right...... im not normal, im different, but must i really be barred?
should i really be persecuted?
or killed?
even tortured?
why does that make sense?
why are you hurting m
e
?
Grieving?
What do you do when you lose someone for who you feel you cannot mourn?
Gone from your life and world, but still alive as the day they were born.
Well I sadly lost my brother and though he did not die
I'm forever asking myself an unanswerable why?
Was it really something I did to get the coldest of your shoulders,
I thought of you as my rock, thought of us as each others boulders.
I think back when we were kids and each others best friends,
I wasn't quite prepared for how that all came to an end.
I have a guilt within the sadness cause most would say its not the same,
comparing it to losing you to death has always seemed a little lame.
The few times I have seen you, it was like seeing a ghost,
A man I no longer know, a familiar shell with a very unfamiliar host,
Completely ignoring my voice calling out to say:
"I hope you figure out whats happening so our kids can meet and play...someday"
I think I'm owed an explanation at least a simple breakdown of why
I lost the best friend knew and I can't understand as much as i might try,
Cause you're the only friend with whom I've lived, laughed and lied, gave up and cried, told and was told, let that slide.
I don't know really what happened or at least the part that I had played
in losing my older brother, hope we meet again one day,
and it might not be the same, it might awkward at the start,
but to have my older brother back would be good for my heart
If you see this message, just give this a deep thought.
remember all we went through and the fights we both fought.
I had your back then and I have your back now
I just need to know why and i need to know how?
Sharp eyes dimmed ,a last spark of life
Looking puzzle and questioning
Into my soul went his silent plea,
As if to say whats happening to me.
Breathing laboured gasping for air
Left this life alone and afraid
Peace came after breath had gone
No more to hear mothers song.
Leaving like ripping my heart in two,
A hole exists that none can fill
How long will this pain fill my soul
Without us with him will he come home.
Never again will he welcome us in,
His prescence here yes perhaps it is,
But no physical touch will we feel,
Gone forever now into dust.
Tears still form falling salt filled and bitter,
Looking into his eyes forever frozen in mind
Or at a picture on a card remembering his memory,
Wishing for him back screams my broken heart.
His beautiful form seen by few,
Gentle as spring mountain dew,
Suffered his pain without complaint,
Now it is ours borne without taint.
They say there is a better place where spirits dwell,
Beyond the rainbows beguiling curve,
Promising peace for eternities flow,
Once gone where ever we go.
Why is this pain inflicted on those left behind,
A cruel joke delivered as truth appeasing our fear,
All we see are constellations of sparkling light,
Crushing our hopes and cursing our mind.
Andrew.p.mcintyre 15/12/19
In memory of our beloved Jess born feb 2006-passed 29/11/2019.
We will never forget you our little man who loved us as we loved him.