A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker
Had christened his yappy pup Harker
Neighbours caused a riot
Cos it’s never was quiet
With hindsight it's name should be Barker
The
light of
yonder sun
shines upon all,
bestowing its boons
without any judgment,
regardless of our beliefs,
just as Mother Earth too nurtures
all life forms which borrow elements
so why then does religion divide man?
What is religion but a thought construct,
conditioned belief that gives us hope,
whilst also shrouding us in fear,
speaking of sin and of hell,
whereas the plain truth is
that God’s agape love,
is like the sun,
equal for
all of
us.
You asked for no strings attached
So I pull at my lose threads
I feel as though I am about vomit
I don’t recognize who I am anymore and neither do you
But I keep pulling because
You asked for no stings attached
Each imperfection is another lose end for me to pull
…
I am smaller now I have shrunk down to half my size
Because you asked for no strings attached
Would you put me in your pocket and carry me around or would you put me in a box where I could never be found
Passing thoughts so I can ingore reality
The world moves on as I wind down as I pull the last thread I hear no sound
I see no light
I feel no joy
No pain no sorrow
Nothing but a shimmering light
I emerge from a tunnel with all new strings
Bound together by all that is me
I look inside the tunnel that I had left I see you pacing around what is left
A pile of thread that is no longer
Because you asked for no strings attached
make me real the puppet ragged its master ~ no i hate wind up toys
By
David Kavanagh
An overwhelming sorrow,
no escape, not even in sleep,
only undying pain,
only overwhelming endurance.
Hot tears fall easily,
but I must exist;
it is your dictate,
it is your wish,
I cannot but obey
and bear the sacrifice.
No insanity for me,
no easy escape
I scream at night
in love and pain
for you know well
the art of sex.
I love and grieve,
yet it is clear,
your vision of me:
no strings attached.
Love,
It can be your best friend
Sneak up on you and surprise you
Please you
Misguide you
Confide and deny you
Live and lie to you
Wherever you go
Tease you and please you
Make a slave of you
Turn you inside out
Never make you doubt
Love can destroy you
in the best of ways
Bring you to the highest peaks
Or sink you low
Beneath its blue green waves
Tragic and romantic
The love you sew
Will be the love you reap
Love can curl your toes
Or break them and make you weep
Love is best
When nurtured and grown
It can’t be forced or faked
The best kind of love is freely given
No strings attached
When you send love into the world
And that love comes back.
In many bakeries today
A cake is gently placed
Within a box that’s crisp and white,
A sign of class and taste.
But lately tape is used to shut
The top and keep it closed
So to the outside elements
No icing is exposed.
Still, some old-fashioned relics
Wouldn’t let you leave the shop
Without red and white swirled bakery string
Tied in a bow on top.
The string is on a roll the salesgirl
Wraps around the box.
If need be you could grab that string
And carry it for blocks.
And when you get it home your family
Knows that you did bring
Something really special they can try
With one snip of that string!
I never thought I'd be the one to cry
Over all the stupid lies
Streaming from your hollow eyes
Into shady alibis
Thinking I must be a fool
You took for a thoughtless tool
Who only sits & drools
Over wealth & priceless jewels
I'm more than you thought you knew
I'm more than the picture you drew
When I love, I love intentionally
My love is unconditional.
a gaze felt softly
pulling on wistful heartstrings…
your puppeteer eyes
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
Down by those tracks,
You silly astronaut.
Its an Odyssey,
I'll admit
That I ever survived.
Fluids, moans
and Cries thereafter
Were undoubtedly
Where this
Masochist was
Born.
I promised to
Prevail, but
Salt in the wound
Sent me down an
Unending Spiral
Your love comes with strings attached
Each dainty string has a message
Only I can see
Each one reveals
How I must behave
What I must feel
How I must look
What I must think
Strings….
You’ve made them pretty
Colorful
Enticing
But they are strings nonetheless
The gift of your love has strings
I’m afraid to open it
Afraid to get entangled
In the strings of your
Demands
Wants
Needs
Expectations
And so………..
I take out the scissors of truth
Snip, snip, snip
Clip, clip, clip
Rip, rip, rip
Ah…..here…a free gift of love
I accept it!
I ACCEPT IT!
My darling,
Didn’t you know
That my little heart
Comes…………..
With no strings attached?
Before i loved you
I broke the strings
I love you, yes!
No strings attached
The songs you sing
A melody so sweet
Can it e'er be heard?
The strings broke
Love like i do
Love with no strings attached
For the people you love
May not love you back
What you so care about
Might fade out
love not becouse you're loved
love without reason
love with care,
love dosen't scare
He'd always been struggling,
All through his life
Had been looking for love,
But in the right places, hard to find
His mother had left him,
His father was an addict
The girl whom he loved,
Kept shattering his heart, with full impact
You might think he was cool,
For he was a rebel
But it was a cry for attention,
But it only attracted the devil
Misread, broken, and misunderstood
Is what his they had created him to be
Trying to hold it together, with the last strings attached
But the lord never heard his plea
Hated by the right, Loved by the wrong
The strings are breaking off into laces
Can never change, the dreadful story is always the same,
But just with many different faces
In my mind I see you.
Your handsome bronze body.
Your eyes reflect your honesty.
I want to hold you near me.
No strings attached.
In my dreams I see you.
Your stong arms outstretched.
Your long fingers reaching out.
I want to lie with you.
In my eyes I see you,
your face so handsome.
Your looking at me.
I want to kiss your lips.
No strings attached.
The dreams are now gone,
and I'm left with the one.
whose eyes now need
jam jar glasses,
to gaze at the lasses.
Reality at last.
that body went fast,
as all travelled South,
through him stuffing his mouth.
with enough to feed an army.
The arms crack and grate,
as I patiently wait,
whilst he finds his specks.
to give me goodnight pecks.
Before he creaks into bed.
The snores he emits,
have frightened the kids
and keep our neighbours awake,
till I give him a shake.
Then he starts again within minutes.
What a difference takes place.
It's a bloomin disgrace.
when I have to compete with Viagra.
But inspite of all that
I wont change him, for my dream man.
Cause now those Strings are attached!
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