I hate having bad dreams,
They can taunt you and torture you,
Scare you and male you scream,
There are many more things they can also do,
Like hurt you, harm you,
Make you cry out in pain,
You can do things in them you would never do,
Like murdering people and constantly being left with a blood stain,
Bad dreams aren’t just bad dreams, they’re nightmares.
Try taunt me with love,
But I'm not as dove,
Being gentle, not my strength,
Better not to knock,
My heart's like a rock,
Better keep me at arm's length.
Few opened my soul,
But love not their goal,
Fine friendship they instead sought;
That, a lot, I'll give,
As long as I live,
Since true love can't just be bought.
It is a wonder the things we don't know,
The mysteries we’ve yet to solve,
Both within our mind and within our world.
Many try to tackle it.
The blurry line between insanity and genius,
It's almost a taunt.
To test the unknown,
It could lead to any possibility.
We have yet to see how dark it can get.
The people who try to find the universe,
Are most considered crazy,
But is that true?
The audience,
The majority,
They think they can find the line,
Almost as if they could sort easily,
The ones who search.
We still have yet to know everything,
That might never come,
Answers only leading to more questions,
Confusing swirls of knowledge and farses,
Maybe it could really drive some insane.
It's almost like mystery is a taunting jester,
Filling our heads with riddles,
Never running out,
And never going away.
Who knows,
This might just be another riddle.
You can probably hear the laughing in the distance.
Thundering downstairs, my sister charged me with theft;
wondering, Dad questioned the source of her inquiry.
Blundering like a buffoon, at last I confessed,
plundering her coffers, I had filched her diary.
Deft hands suddenly snatched the book in question.
Bereft of my fun, I pulled a downplay,
“Theft is taking and KEEPing something not yours.”
Left with nothing to speak of, I just stole away.
bounty braces grumbled
humming hoisted hurdle
sassy syllables strained
cremating crumbling crane
rusty rebirth bewitched
rumbling reincarnation enriched
callous colour bruised
blueish orange blooms
dark dual drool
mystic moaning etched'n
punctured pruning crest
smiting succulent breast
voluptuous ordeals vying
taunt smothered smooches.
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Note: Of nocturnal nature. Inspired by a picture of the cloud I took this evening.
After Xmas many people part
The bills appear, the credit card is maxed
Divorce appeals to those with strangled hearts
Is such action foolish,will it smart?
Do you really want your true love axed?
After Xmas many people part
The ghosts of Xmas past may seem to taunt
As if from some old wardrobe they’re unpacked
Divorce may leave us all with mangled hearts
Crude hate with its afflictions hits the charts
Can’t we focus more on love than lack?
After Feasts too many people part
Unlike the worms so humble in the dirt
We have faces angry and alert
Divorce may leave the hasty with sad hearts
Forgive but if you can’t, can you forget?
We expect so much of Xmas that it hurts
After Xmas many people part
Divorce appeals, oh, cheer your strangled hearts
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Black Holiday Taunt
By Valerie Odom
December 24, 2016
Another year’s gone by,
Another holiday look how time flies
Another lie programmed into my brain
But this year I’m awake
Tryna break off the chain
They just want you either for your money,
For your history, or for your vote
The government tries to control and divide us,
Diced up like peppers, ready to kill us and bribe us
I ain’t celebrating no holidays
What’s President’s Day got to do with me?
Thank you for the days off though
But I ain’t with all that negativity
It’s another year marked of lies today
And things just aren’t going your way
Look at me crazy but kill me if you want
Get used to our power because this is our Black Holiday Taunt.
Can you see her?
She cries those invisible tears
Can you hear her?
Her heart screams of fears
Why taunt her?
Tear her soul in two
of hers
and yours.
In illusions
senseless disorder
illogical reasoning
embeds reality.
A lonesome
improbability drapes
inner struggles,suggesting loss.
Holding on to you.
the taunting tinkle of her laughter
pokes fun at the hushed silence
and drowsy darknesss of the night
as though intended to mock
a long expected, but unrespected,
jealous eavesdropper behind the door
but something in her defiance
soothes and assures him that,
there's no need to worry, it's alright.