The Enoch who wants to treasures Loot
Hasn’t ever dared to cock and shoot
Nor owns for Tough Doors A Tougher Boot
Nor a thing tried to hit at its root:
Enoch The Large-Eyed doing a hoot;
An impatient car with its odd toot…
Not all ideas should we simply moot,
Sighting not first its succulent fruit.
Whoever must take the Risky Route
Shall have to be some Sort of Brute...
More than Delicious Dreams of A loot.
Verse 1:
I was brought up
to think like a soldier,
to guard every emotion
in a tight metal cage
I learned how to shut down
and suck it all in
but no one ever taught me
how to live with my rage
Chorus:
I once thought
I was tougher than nails
and my heart was as hard
as heat hardened steel rails
but now I've been hammered by life
I can see
nails are tougher,
nails are tougher than me.
Verse 2:
It's taken so long
to accept that I'm human;
to feel what I'm feelin',
and not act like a clown.
Back then I was broken
now I'm broken open;
when our daughter came to us
my heart melted down
Bridge:
Indifference isn't a virtue,
choose coldness and it's you who will lose,
I learned this lesson the hard way
now it's yours to use or misuse.
Repeat Chorus:
Link to the recorded song: https://drooble.com/song/1742092
Between Caren K and her Muse
I can't tell who's tougher
Yet if one the other abused
I think that both would suffer
(Not for 'Tease' Contest)
Come with me now; don't you wonder sometimes
what lights up my face when I glance your way,
what leaps from my heartbeats into my rhymes,
what makes me uncertain quite what to say?
I know you can see, though pride makes me sly,
and you understand, too, my armor is weak.
Your sparkling mirth keeps me dreadfully shy,
aware you are certain you'll find what you seek.
So, yes, you are victor; be careful, my dear!
My hopes and my dreams are at your mercy.
It's up to you now whether to stay clear,
of paths you've unveiled to bless or to curse me.
I hearken to summons much older than time.
We're at the foot of a mountain; do you wish to climb?
Written 7/13/2017
The vermin roam the hallways looking for a taste;
They’re moaning to an eerie song as if they’re giving grace.
The vultures listen carefully atop a pile of bones;
The insect’s searches anything they’ll even eat their own.
The brimstone burns with fire fuelled by spent desires;
through the holes that once were eyes blows the cold of practiced liars.
The ladies with the magic touch will turn your heart to stone;
While the flesh is falling off of you exposing withered bone.
Torment rides a dragon as old as sin its self;
Cloaked in clouds of fiery red and known as khan the twelfth.
And when you open up your eyes and think you have escaped;
It’s just another magic trick from the waving of a cape.
Often I wish I had a tougher heart
One built like a hardened missile site.
A heart impervious to passion’s piercing;
Armored steel and Kevlar strong.
A vaulted core where not grief or pain
Nor, sorrow could find entry
Not this tender, worthless, lump of flesh
Which tears and rips and shreds and scars,
Yet, goes on hoping.
There’d be no sadness, soreness or trepidation
In my heart of adamant and, I’d never feel like crying.
But I know. If it were constructed so ,
My battered heart would never have loved
And its every beat would be in vain.
I'm woman with fists;
a raspy voice heard,
steel eyes, cold and fierce
yet with soft skin,
so warm when held...
I'm a tougher woman you see.
People see me small-
a child inside-
weaker than a crispy leaf
of fall that dangles from
a tree...
But people not know, till
they make me defensive-
that I'm tougher than brick,
stronger than concrete-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
So don't haunt me, other ladies-
So don't leer me, other men-
I've got too much crap to take
when I've got work to be a lady.
There's trash that overfills the bucket,
and one dish too many in the sink.
I raise myself and its kind of hard-
I'm a tougher woman you see.