We feel the future though we might not realize it. We make it and then we live it. Then we get what
we want, or we might get something else that, you don't know if you'll like it, or get something you know you won't like. Then you just leave it up to providence. To walk through the park of life or get thrown to the wolves, (like me), either way you become who you were meant to be, someone who can be free and happy to be alive and loving and being loved across this grand world...like the many who already have and who have just passed to you... the baton rouge of life!
The deed is done, much needed ___a changed mind
___aid Will come
Treason shall take its toll ___crime? need not come undone.
__refugees, children of war
Listen to their screams and let them feast!
Thrown to the wolves, I listen __Copperhead
__Doughface __God like
__God size
__snakes eye’s!
Women 'dying' to have a baby ___SOS
Results whatever they may be
Speaker of the house ___lackluster
__it’s Judgement Day!
If I can just change one mind.
Throw me to the wolves
Can't you see, they are ravenous!
Appease their hungry-eyed stare
With another hasty, careless devour
Don't wait for them to salivate
Nor stalk with pensive-like approach
Just let them pounce
And wield their familiar, ferocious snarl
My weakness is insatiable
A mere morsel for their gluttony
I fall prey time and time again
And defenseless, I succumb
January 12, 2022
Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
How many feathers, say you?
Plucked and counted from a gaping chest,
Still nursing its wounds, hoping
For a flicker of blood, close to the heart
We once swallowed with pride,
Gone to our heads, off we go
In search of absurd rendition,
When the stage has tumbled, its cast
Thrown to the wolves, with a bellow and curse,
Refusing to sing in a vapor of blood,
Dying the days interspersed between nights,
Dying a life that pours to the exits, with pride
We once swallowed, joy that we killed,
Choking anew with coughs, sighs, and gasps,
Till Life leaves cross and barks out an order
To outrageous Death, biding its time at the wings.
So, how many feathers?
I'm staring at you through the windows.
Watching you move in place.
A target to miss within the shadows.
We fantasize about the future we face.
With little more than a spike to the forehead.
Mythologies die and another's replaced.
A mass delusion begins to follow.
With little to no effort and then it's spoon fed.
People go headless and begin to swallow.
Violence breaks out then reason is dead.
Once reason is thrown to the wolves.
Logic stops and faith takes hold.
Your ways of logic are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. A weaker metamorphosis can never survive. Alone with us, you’ll never make it out alive. Your ways of belief are fu*ked, gutted, and thrown to the wolves. Useless thoughts are now obsolete. Your only purpose is to be stripped of your meat. You’ll pray. Beg for death. This pain never ceases unless by my hand. Hatred flows through this human form like sinew,…yet as I watch you die…I feel nothing. We’ll slit the throats of the neigh Sayers and witness the approaching dawn. With the morning dew collecting on glossy dead eyes, hand in hand we feel nothing.
~YOU'LL NEVER KNOW THE ONE GIRL THAT LOVES YOU SO~
When I see you,
My eye's can't look the other way,
When I see you,
Theres so much to say yet I say nothing,
When I hear your name,
My heart gives a jump,
Plunging to fall hard,
Yet i pick this old Heart back up,
My soul crys to kiss you one last time,
But I am Only rejected,
And pushed away,
My inside's turn purple,
While my outs to blue,
My breath is taking away,
From just one star at you,
For one touch,
I long to feel,
But nothing i get from you,
Only this cold and lonely chill,
When push comes to shove,
I'm shoved so hard,
I'm thrown to the wolves,
Who eat me alive,
They take every part,
and rip with pride,
When I become dead,
You'll never know,
You'll never remember,
The girl that Loves You SO..
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