Somehow, she appears from nowhere
to dominate the darkest sky,
her glow, suspended in the air,
will mystically bring on a sigh.
Her magnetic vibes are wondrous:
the shifting of each ocean's tide,
and also, somehow moving us-
she steers how minds and feelings ride.
Manipulator is our Moon.
Our months, divided each by stage,
are how her phases stay in tune
to regulate how hearts will gauge.
Full moon and love are tied as one-
Romance and moonlight, hand in hand
maneuver closeness that is spun
as Cupid seals what she has planned.
A force of nature, to be sure!
For ages, she's been on a throne
with mystic strength that does allure-
to mysteries still unbeknown.
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
~ Words are a manipulator's most powerful weapon - tactical game ~
How fragile we all are
Words break our souls
Until we have nothing to endure
Still we come back, asking for more, " Use, me, want me, because that makes me feel needed."
Who do you think you are, taking my feelings for granted?
You twist and turn until I become unhinged.
I am only good now, never when I am in need.
I now know people like you, and I avoid you.
You steal whatever bight light once shone through me.
You eat people like me for breakfast.
Shame on you and shame on me for trusting you...
I will never be hurt again, my mind has totally opened.
a raised voice of arrogance
manipulating the verses of heresy
blunt ironic poems
flowering sugar-coated promises
throughout ages
slander mongering
in every burst of man’s sweat
no blood ever spurt off
Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
The fear of not being in charge by all means,
destroys all good attention in short coming’s not seen.
Hidden fragile uncertainties covered by shallow believe,
creating painful structures with no relief.
Destinies beatitude pointed towards all direction,
chained to the source of this infection.
The perjuries towards the illusion of freedom,
is the constant rising of another millennium.
The catastrophic ripple effect towards the relative,
by poor judgments sensed has competitive.
Megalomania is the belief of power abilities regardless,
shallow emotional intellect performed by ruthless charges.
Powerful and admirable pictures are usually the point,
questioning others towards responsibilities being a ‘disappoint’.
The dragon of false illusion has many heads,
taken others credit and values as alphabet.
Mystic pseudonyms is the fire in the oxygen,
riding the beast of burden to the melancholic dungeon.
Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
The fear of not being in charge by all means,
destroys all good attention in short coming’s not seen.
Hidden fragile uncertainties covered by shallow believe,
creating painful structures with no relief.
Destinies beatitude pointed towards all direction,
chained to the source of this infection.
The perjuries towards the illusion of freedom,
is the constant rising of another millennium.
The catastrophic ripple effect towards the relative,
by poor judgments sensed has competitive.
Megalomania is the belief of power abilities regardless,
shallow emotional intellect performed by ruthless charges.
Powerful and admirable pictures are usually the point,
questioning others towards responsibilities being a ‘disappoint’.
The dragon of false illusion has many heads,
taken others credit and values as alphabet.
Mystic pseudonyms is the fire in the oxygen,
riding the beast of burden to the melancholic dungeon.
riding artificial waves – he exploits her alternating moods
For Monoku Contest sponsored by Silent One.
Placed 2nd
Try to do good
Smile. Be nice
When asked for a favor
Don't have to think twice
I 'm charitable, generous
Believe that kindness is key
Trust good karma is cyclical
It'll come back to me
But disillusion and pain
Is all I get in return
Lies and backstabbing
Somehow tables get turned
I'm portrayed as a villain
That I am to blame
For all your misfortune
It's part of your game
You play on my sympathies
Take advantage of me
Then twist and manipulate
Rewrite history
You are the reason I can't trust a soul
Why I hide in the darkness
I'm always alone
I'm tired with hurting
Done being played
Lost faith in everyone
Always feeling betrayed
But you are the farmer
You watered this seed
No good deed goes unpunished
You did this to me
Your strings are tied around my wrist
ankles, chest, stomach, lips, and cheeks
But for now they dangle.
A short time where my movement is mine.
Until you decided to tighten your grip
Making it hard to breathe
Sometimes hard to eat
My hands are no longer mine
My feet have lost feeling
My facial expressions only reflect you
My eyes I think are mine, but somehow you took those too.
You put this lens over them
And it’s beautiful
Colors are brighter-
But I’ve lost sight of what’s real
Emotion
The master manipulator
You are
When understood
incredible
But when you dictate you are disruptive
Taking the m e out and put u in
sometimes that’s good
you create some remarkable memories
other times you craft such pain from such a small thing
Maybe it’s time we sit down and have a chat
So we can balance this out
You want to keep me
by your side to be
used like a dirty rag.
Is that all I'm worth,
I am more.
You couldn't love me,
yet you desire me,
but your heart belongs
to another one.
Any time I leave,
you cry as if you
lost your heart,
just to lure me back,
but you never tried
to change your
manipulative ways.
Your tears meant nothing
to me now,
No,not anymore.
My heart is dead to your tears.
You are nothing to me now.
Can't go back to the place
where my heart ran from.
No one is allowed to clean
their dirty feet on my back.
I moved on now with my dignity,
for that's all I have,
my dignity.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
This whimsical notion he's not in the wrong,
He uses pity to manipulate and control all along,
Once he plays on your heart strings, he draws you in,
And if things don't go his way your at fault for his sins,
Apologetic, yet right after, he must throw back in your face,
All of your problems, all your mistakes,
All of your reactions to his ignorance and meaness,
His control happy ways while lying to himself in the process,
So glued to his ego, his own lies become truth,
This man is far from humble and completely self consumed,
When he says I love you, it will go unheard,
Because his character speaks louder than anything of his words,
All he knows is manipulation, and yet blames it on his x,
When he is the one who created his own mess,
His self seeking behavior, poor me, Pity me,
His pride eventually kills any love that could be.
Bye Felicia!!!!!!! ..
Waterfall splashes
falling through eyelashes,
Crocodile, maybe real
not sure how to feel,
Neurotic or an actress
I'm mildly in distress,
Witnessing this sight
I could almost take the bite
from emotional fishhooks
I avoid and trust my gut,
Her streaming salty tears
won't make me swerve my steer,
Sticking firm to my beliefs
I ignore this principle thief.
You always try to manipulate me and make me feel bad
But I always fall victim to your charm and that makes me mad
Your good looks are all you have got
You are a jerk, you're lucky you're hot
I am a good person with a very big heart
And you took advantage from the very start
Because of you my self esteem is small
Why do I even give my all?
The attitude you possess always makes me cry
You have taken everything, I want to die
I love you but my love is not returned
When I'm with you I always get burned
Losing you is my biggest fear
For some reason I want you near
Why do I do this to myself? I must be insane
What the hell is wrong with my brain?
My thinking is warped, there's no end in sight
I can't seem to do anything right
A breathing habit.
Undeniable addiction.
Pin pricks of the frontal cortex,
Social acupuncture..
Easy subjects.
Standing before your face,
Or alone in my own meditation.
I can't stop myself,
To break apart your mental station.
Surgically navigating the words.
Is like numbing one's brain.
Pinpointing thoughts with them,
Is controlling what they say.
Why can't I loose.
My failure is my win.
"Patience is a virtue" they say.
I say, "patience is a sin."
But behind the curtain,
A man stands behind your shame.
Madly laughing at what is certain,
Because that's what he calls play.
He bows to leave...
But stops and says, "My work is never done.
I am a manipulator... And I bend the reality of things."
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