She is ok in a small dose
Other wise its a living hell
Try to be the perfect hoast
She reverts back to her shell
Never is she though one to boast
But thoigh always kiss and tell
At times pushed pillow to post
"Oh yeah er ok ,oh yeah oh well"
Still she is quite unlike most
Love,maddness,trouble -
she dose spell!
At times like living with a ghost
Never in the here and now,
Idea crom conversation back in 2014 bits taken fom here and now now and then writes,written 2022
Strange it probably sounds
But never one is she too dis
When lonliness doing the rounds
If l'm ok, never going on premise
When maddness overwhelms
Never leaving me to go a miss
When l'm in leaps and bounds
Making any atmosphere bliss
Through the ups and the downs
She has always been there my sis
The only one who never frowns
All l can do is thank her for this
At little tribute two sisters dawn and donna written june july 2023
In the end we said our farwells
Felt like what we had just died
Though our own personal hells
And the fact that l always tried
It was like walking on egg shells
Always tip-toing around her pride
When l think of her kiss and tells
Her true feelings she would hide
Though unlike the marrage vouls
Were my feelings ever justified
I think loVe maddness it spells
An emotional roller coaster ride
Again an old wriite idea from 2014
Couple of lines taken from poem calked loVe 2014 and some words were used in poems slip and slide 2020 and hearts retreat again abab and again about oast relationship
Her essence succumbed
to faded sadness
Uncertaining held deceit
Demons would drive
her to maddness
Before she ever felt complete
Beguiled then trapped left
alone and destitute
Adrift in a mystifying way
Once so confident, her mind
was absolute
Now her thoughts are in decay
Confused what happened
what went wrong
Her world turn upside down
Now seemed life tasted of
a bittersweet song
Needed saved so not to drown
She didn't want to make a splash
All she only wanted was
to create waves
SPIT THAT
He says to spit about it
But that nigga cant even b real about his
All his game playin His lame ways
Its all old Cold
What i dont understand
Is how he could just do me like this
I aint no weak
No dumb ass meek
Im a sweet , A you should eat !
Ive gave u chances after chances u just keep wit the maddness
Is it the curcumstsnces that made this happen
Or your bad intentions
Ur phony ambitions
i aint the one that needs a lesson
i deserve.some blessings
Some embracing some love making .
ive only had good intentions
all im asking is for you to listen
But your face expressions show that you dont want to even give me attention
Ur blameless as you say this nigga
your shameless
its all the same
am i just a name
in this game that you play
but nigga i aint a toy and your not no boy
so stop all this playin and lets get on the same page
u act like you dont want me so say.it
and own it we both grown !
im done with the cryin the whining
i want to start Spitting about some New !
“Give up trying to do anything.
nothing works works.”
From a note written by Scott Allen Ostrem
If only you came to buy
another cell phone, a pen and
note card, some crayons &
paper. Anything. Anything
that would give you a voice.
If only you bought the
fixings for a satisfying supper,
or a gift for a lost lover.
Anything. Anything to help
you express your distress.
Anything to free your
words from the prison of
your maddness, anything
to thaw your frozen tongue,
anything to return your
manhood, other than that gun!
Anything. Anything. If only . . .
By: Evelyn Augusto
For GUNS DON'T SAVE PEOPLE POETS DO 2017
People laugh at me,
\Do you know why?
\People stare at me,
\Do you know why?
\People are mean to me,
\Do you know why?
\People look dead to me,
\I know why.
\These voice's in my head tell me to kill from time to time,
\I know why.
\The maddness doesn't stop,
\I know why.
\Do you know why?
\Don't worry about it,
\Cause I always gets mine.
Life here and it is now
written my me
life here and it is now
it tells us if we are happy
life tells us if we are blue
life here and it is now
it make us sick with sadness
it controlls are minds with maddness
life here and it is now
it make us comfort others
it makes us into a mother
life here and it is now
it lets us know if we are good dads
if not it make our childern all sad
life here and it is and now
it give us the choice to choose God
it make us think
about sin ,big or little
life is here and it is now
life feels better with a hug
because it dosent feel as great
when we are being muged
life is here and it is now
it show us greed and over spending
it not the way to go
it better to be giving out and lending
life it here and it isnow
the moon and sun seems closer
some how
we get a rush when we look up and say wow
life is here and it is now
so why not write a poem
and tell ME about your life
and how its here and its now
Imperfection.
That's my true definition.
Hidden within the prison of
Saddness and Konfusion
And kaged and shackled by
Maddness, and Delusion.
A psychotic subconscious,
With no place or worth.
Alone, embraced by fear.
This is my home.
Built from stones of insecurity,
Barred by steel of konformity.
No place for light,
Light...
Such an alien koncept.
Icey black prison of darkness
Wardened by Lucifer himself.
What irony, his name,
Lucifer.
I had a visitor.
Unexpected but appreciated.
Her presence emitting through
The thickness of darkness.
I kan see.
She spoke, and i felt again.
She accepted my imperfections.
She understood.
She was imprisoned herself.
Our bond grew strong,
We no longer were alone.
The prison began to krumble,
The stones fell, the bars opened,
The shackles broken.
Light shined through.
We were finally free.
She freed me.
And in her words, i freed her.
But we were released by Love.
Love is freedom.
Freedom is Love.
She is my everything.
There's nothing left to keep,
Memories of love,joy or pain,
I knew I loved you,
Not ever now nor anymore,
Nothing really matters,
Anger infuse maddness,
Tainted love poison my soul,
Succumb tendon muscles are frozen,
Untouchable demons,
Unforgetable Moments,
Get out of my sight,
It's not as easy as that,
Good night Miss misery,
Good bye so long wicked lady.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++
Black Eyed
Susan
Contest
Grief
It comes on so fast like a torid rain
These feelings of weakness and unforgiving pain
To keep them at bay, what can one do
Someone give me an answer, or just a clue
Sit and stare, and just stay out of the way
Too many questions, the familiar:are you okay?
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that nobody will care
Breathe in and breathe out, it appears okay
It's night time now, made it through the day
Sleep comes hard, the thoughts are way too much
Racing and streaming the mind seems out of touch
Inside, my heart continues to tear
The constant reminder that few will care
Waking up for another great morning
Not being able to hide, there's little warning
The flood of feelings pour from within
When will this end, so my life can begin
A life of no pain, or just no saddness
Who can help to stop the maddness
Inside, my heart continues to tear
Surely there's someone who'll care
Let us escape our space and time
Let mine go forward and yours unwind
And let us meet on even plain
Just for a day each others claim
Before the dawn we both awake
Aware we only have this date
To you I give what I promised death
From earthly being all I have left
The last act of love given this breath
A gift for your existence and poetrys depth
The sweet magic you spent
in shed tears
When your eyes were filled
with starlight
Found ther was no room
for surprise
As we harnessed the hours
in delight
Take me through the wind
swept storm
In the maddness that romance
entrance
In your arms so deliciously warm
Is where love hysterically dances
I'll come to you man of the maze
Through the night hours hiding
the sun
when the sunset wraps up
your days
We'll be wasted and wild
but we'll be one
And love counts no more
the years
(Collaboration between Elizibeth Wesley and John Loving III)
Once again the sandman visited late last night,
I held my arms open wide greeting him.
As the dust settles on my eyes I slip,
I fall down a hole, slipping into a new world.
A world where everything is what it isn't,
And everything it shouldn't be, it is.
I sit all day in the sun listening,
As the flowers sing me a lullaby.
The rabbit races around the clock,
Making my new world spin.
Faster and faster soon I'm sipping tea,
With a hatter whose awefully mad.
Twinkle twinkle little bat,
Goes the sleepy mouse in the tea pot.
Look out silly mouse here comes a cat,
A smile is all that shows of Sir Chesire.
This world is so strange but beautiful,
It's absolute maddness around here.
But alas it's time to go back to reality,
So I disappear into the catapillers smoke.
As I open my eyes the sun greets me warmly,
Smiling as tho it knows my secret.
That I, Alice, have been to Wonderland.
protect me from the maddness
from the problems of life
i need my poems
i need them to keep me
he was gone when it
happened
he was gone when it
came
his gift was not found
until it was too late
he has given me
the ability to write
helped me through
the darkness
in the skies
try not to judge me
for i am not gone
feel no problems
from the lost luck
here i am
given this gift
of blessings
that makes me
me...
We find ourselves in the fires
That burn away all the lies
We told to one another
Just to feel alive
To claim that we love each other
Smoke has risen and clouded the air
Which we deeply inhale
Sucking it into our lungs
As they fill up with ash
Turning black inside us
An dying flame inside
Both of our souls
Pulled us together close
Enough to see the glow
In each others eyes
From the depth of our wills
We couldn't turn away
Being beside each other
Causes sparks to cut deep inside
And it was only a matter of time
Before all the pain
That was inflicted on each other
Grows to hot,even for our flames
These days have brought about
A wave of chaotic irrationalizations
And maddness of the mind
Most of us walk around
With blinders on
Choosing to deny
Our intoxicated downfall
Our flaws and imperfections
We just blame on someone else
You can almost watch it spread
This sickness infecting our thoughts
Can't we see we're making no sense
Rhyme, or reason
Change has come
We are slowly spinning
Out of control
Losing our morals,values
And dignity of self worth
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