I need a glass of hard drink to brush the teeth,
A jug of wine to complement a wheat bread,
An alcohol to bath all day long,.....
I'm a vagrant...in my mansion street,
No wife to cook for me,sons and daughters to make me a father cared,
Wardrobe full of dresses,but one has become as tempered silicon to my wrong,
Having an agreement with the bathhouse,"will be here when I'm hungry for its need",
I know I walk straight in focus,
but the picturing of the society throw wars,
I walk on snow with barefoot,
A skeleton in the cupboard,
Family can't handle if mocked,
Crowned best in breaking bonds of secrets,
Situations undercover......I just can't hold unto,
World prospective figure,...gone worst,
Can be a spell,influence or addiction,..will drink till I'm filled,
Freaky wild tongue,counterparts waits for my presence at the wine bar,
Arrayed in the cloth of a whale,
Killing me slow pal,
An elephant impaled,
Advice ain't gonna metamorphose me,....really need to be intervened for,
Let there be a transformation by his mind renewal,
That's what the Lord assure,
Will destroy the container for a mourn,
Change my name,...I'm a new born!
I’m kept hidden in the cupboard,
always under lock and key;
dare not come into the open
how disgraceful it would be!
I sit cramped, my bones are aching,
a dark secret in the dark;
I can’t even take a breather
for a scandal it could spark.
I’m condemned to live forever
out of sight from prying eyes
while my master’s troubled conscience
covers up for endless lies.
How I wish for change of fortune
so the truth will all come out.
It would give me back my freedom
then with joy I’ll jump and shout!
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Contest: Whitsun Premier
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placed: 5th
© 22nd May 2017
We can recall
Joyous moments in our lives
With great enthusiasm;
But the tears
We've neglected to wipe
From the eyes of our fellow man
Will never leave us
deep inside (back behind the eyes &
down within the depths of the body,
distant & buried out in the darkness
of the fullness of the heart---not drained
or soaked yet with the energies
needed for an extended human life),
a
lack
of
genuine
honesty
with
the
self
occurs---
knowing this accidental
collision of sperm & egg
now makes up the lifespan
of this hollow shell walking on
two legs, it is a near
impossible task for
many, so the
way to deal is to develop
stories that one tells themselves
in order to keep calm
in order to keep from sawing off
one’s own
head &
these stories are piled
one on top of the next,
whilst they have been spun throughout
ages, passed on down &
passed on down,
so as to create the greatest pool of
cowardice & lies
cowardice & lies
cowardice & lies,
because within whatever the
“truest” part of the self
is the knowledge that
not one iota of it all
means a thing &
no matter how many lies
one develops to convince
themselves otherwise
will keep it all from
ceasing.
~*~
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" this disguise is my final revenge for myself ... "
Mimicry of visage
Authentic effigy?
Superb tangible facade?
Kaleidoscope icon ?
Contrived through lofty scrupulous gilt scraps of aesthetic means
Overlaid with fragments of embellishments given birth by fervency
Nestled wholly with comely stokes and chromes depicting secrecy
Camouflaged behind this handmade MASK
Every single " skeleton in the cupboard " still the same - incognito
Ample emotions,heartstrings - not converted...not seen by the eyes
Living - existing in this alluring visor
Secret - this is my " FALSE FACE ", my revenge ... my FINAL ace ~~~
Mimicry of my own image
Entity discrepant from my genuine ME...
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