Abject behemoths, conniving destructive existence... Fomenting
grave hazardous intent.. Jeopardising... Knowingly... Loathsome
manipulative numbing objectionable practices... Questionably
raising substantial theoretical unsustainable visions...Weird
xenobots yielding zootoxins
Real friends are exceptional guardian angels
Like devoted and trustworthy brothers and sisters
Like T58 heavy tanks assuming defensive roles
And like invincible armors - formidable defenders.
True friends turn neither allies nor rivals into vile devils
Real friends always protect one another’s interests
True friends don’t behave like manipulative pests
And real friends act humanely, on all conceivable levels.
Beware of all fake, faulty, fallible, frail and faux friends
Choose your friends meticulously, wisely, and carefully
Our world abounds with futile, tawdry despots with tainted hands.
Friends don’t create troubles for nobody even for the foes
Our world teems with vermin eager to devour babies’ toes
Be fully aware of the surrounding waters and the slumbering sea.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
stairs
probability
invisible
flight
aloft
faltering
ingrained
sculpture
of
mental
monolith
surreptitious
&
past
pinned
in
existential
root
while
extant
present
manipulative
momentum
&
intent
futuristic
circumscribed
eternal
sanguinity
in
time
continuum
lure
of
nowhere
infinite
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound
Alone, not really, but that's how it seems constricted and breathless is how I’d describe me.
My shoulders sag, but not because I'm weak, but because I have been carrying this weight for so long that it's imprinted into me all the while I'm flashing this smile that could've fooled Even me.
My laughter echoes throughout the room because I'm trying so hard not to reveal the real me manipulative right ? but if I didn't do it, who would be there to care from me to dry my eyes hold my hand and comfort me I've been imprisoned in my own mind for so long that I don't want anyone to try to free me.
What's the world beyond here?
Have to give me ?… I don't know.
And I couldn't dare wander out and go see because what good is this world if the reflection of the strong girl I've been seeing turns out to not really be me?
No Matter What.
Have You Got That?
You Are ManIpYuLayTive
Manipulative, All The Time.
All OF The TIME!
So What?
My Misery Isn’t
Your Goal...
Not To Me
It's Not.
Why Would It Be?
Cause And Effect
May Be Choices
That Are Made
But All Of Them
Certainly Weren't
Mine....................
If You Ask Anyone If
It's Normal To
Be Odd Like I
Like That I Am...
They'll Agree Somehow.
To Be Sure.
So There's Your Ammo.
I'm Not Normal.
To Be Perfectly Clear.
-Gray Squirrel
10-04-2025
I remembered what you did to me in the past
You caused me to shatter like glass
I lost myself trying to stay freinds with you
I played the wrong cards now I've got permanent scars
You want me to forgive you for what you did
You took everything to far with no regards
I put you first so many times
Everytime you said you cared for me that was nothing but staright lies
You made me feel worth less then a dime
You made me want to give up time after time
You aplogize like that will make everything right
Sorry but not tonight
I fell for your tricks to many times
I kept on trying to please you losing myslef to pure manipulative evil
Took advantage of my heart left me suffering in the dark falling apart
The past still haunts me at night flash backs of what you've done
I've moved on hun, got better with my life
Now your trying to come back after all that time
I wont let you in and break what i've mend
This is goodbye no more give me one more time or im sorry
You've cross the line
This time I warned you so to you a goodbye
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound.
"Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure." ~ Jalaluddin Rumi
The moon wept over withered stars
mirroring the heartbeats of mourning blues,
oblivious to the warmth of dusky truth,
while I bite my lips to suppress the storm,
there, in the soul of the butterfly skyline,
I’ve hand-stitched chronicles of the ache
that dreams like midnight orchids,
cradling confused crevices~
like stone breeze drifting in coldness,
questioning the need to breathe love,
when all I’ve written is marked as myth~
a manipulative vine of twisted nightshade.
But remember, I’ll be the eucalyptus elixir,
the sighs of supernova, soaring to speak~
metaphors beyond the skin of blue comets, forevermore…
Manipulative
and arrogant
Simply because
someone wants and can
- only their own interests
in this world
Strong need to impress
and be admired by others
- Avoids side views,
horses blinders
A court-ordered fist full of responsibility.
An anonymous man, unraveling beneath the weight of his own faulty circuitry.
Infidelity sparked a chain of conformity—one so unfortunate, it defied precedent.
His kin, stripped of their once-rooted masculinity, wandered into an unfulfilling life.
When faced with strange anger, they clung to a mask—gleaming with false superiority.
Only a fool’s bargain could birth such a belief:
That fatherhood was never his choice,
But a manipulative ploy by a siren
Intent on masking her own deceit.
Though her intentions seemed dubious,
He clung to his delusions.
He chose alliance with a malicious visage—
A portrait of discontent and whispered wishes.
He refused to relent.
But in doing so,
He became consumed.
Exhausted by the very aftermath
Of the rattled child
He once claimed to care for.
From life, when all else passes away
True love will stay and never ever decay
Defying all impediments, it will survive
Leaving sweet memories, it will thrive.
Cementing hearts, it will make life jubilant.
It is never manipulative or fraudulent
Love is a flame burning bright and true
A light house in the sea for mariners to view.
In ill health and poverty, it will never subside
In rain and heat, it will prosper and never fade.
It is staying together through highs and lows,
Even when years pass and life painfully slows.
It is not just a fleeting passion but a commitment.
A bond that will brave every predicament.
It is one of mutual loyalty, trust and care
A connection that is strong and rare.
Everything else is secondary, so hold it tight,
For it ‘s a beacon in the darkest night.
Black/white
Which is might?
What’s to fight?
No color less
or more right!
Politics!~ clans of self-serving,
manipulative Pricks --
Lunatics!~ our woke
Generation – point it out
to me…Please!~
show me the missed
good, in ego-bloated, soulless,
delusional
Hollywood!
The Democrat party
exposed, snobbish -- upturned
nose -- sipping from Satan’s
rancid cup -- lurid piss,
moral-less drink --
ignoring the wallow of their
own~ Sulphuryl, ruthless stink.
She was a vampire; we hung together for a while.
Not a drop of my blood dripped from her lips,
and yet, gradually my soul,
(that wise infant who has taken up
temporary residences in the hovel of my ego),
was sucked like a hapless Mayfly
under her brooding wings.
Little by little
she drained my youthful spirit away
with her 'pity me' hungers,
(a vicious need to bring everyone down
to her own level of misery).
Until
exhausted by her constant tales of woe
I drove a silver lining deep into her heart.
O how she screamed, as a ray of sunny daylight
shattered her sulky sucky-ness.
I left her there
dangling from those manipulative spiderwebs
of her self-loathing,
and fled
with my soulful man-child still intact.
Half man half beast
Unpredictable so to speak
Quiet boy in the back, thinking, content
Studying everyone
Gathering information for the Beast in me
For he is the manipulative one within
The man you see is a good man
However, He too has to pay for the Beast's crimes
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