Showered in Love Bombs, a fleeting grace,
- The vulnerable, a pawn in this cruel race.:
Charm and Sincerity, a carefully crafted guise,
Gain is the motive, hidden in disguise.
"Good Morning, beautiful," a sweet, deceptive art,
"Good Night, babe," a role he plays by heart.
No shame in his game, a predator's delight,
Trust and belief, consumed by the fading light.
"No wife, no girlfriend," a bitter, lonely plea,
"All them whitch’ s," a venomous decree.
Late night talks, a mirror to your soul,
Reeling you in, taking full control.
Validation, admiration, fuel for his fire,
Unforgettable, Irreplaceable, his burning desire.
Highly successful, a Combat vet's acclaim,
Disrespect? Unthinkable, a twisted game.
Crying and wondering, a constant, aching pain,
Why did it end? A soul-crushing refrain.
"I text you," he'd say, with a venomous sting,
"You forced me into everything."
Silent Treatment, a weapon of control,
No response, a story left untold.
"It's all your fault," the final, cruel blow,
"Just killing time," that's all you ever know.
I have been wondering a bit of late
Am I indeed in fact funny
Or
Am I really actually just a clown
Big shoes to fill
Either way
The joke is on me
If I don't
Or
I can't make them laugh
All here, the windows opened, our prayers said
Uncertain and unsure, hoping our dog old and quiet
On the sofa -- days now sunny and gray
Wondering if the heavens are aware or care
Praying and wondering a desire for goodness?
Without it there is nothing only useless emptiness
Attempting to fill more and more empty space
Food, wine, love, prayer and care -- not so expensive
Not too much I think enough for all if only
To utilise the space between
To go beyond a secret dream
When wondering a hidden track
We awaken when we’re back.
~ 'Bite Size Poem no.37' Comp, Sponsored by Line Gauthier
A call to my own voice I call echo
The grasping of choice I call my own
Wondering a next approach
To catch my fall
Upward and onward
To be expected
Anticipate when a heart does race
Stepping in the right direction
A path set to follow
Guided by echo to no longer feel hollow
MY ONE AND ONLY
You are my one and only love,
My heart is filled with joy whenever I think of what I have
One in a million, not a price for love is priceless
Dwelling in my heart, you gave me your heart
Unconditionally I just feel the heat
You came into my life with one mission
The mission of love drove you to make changes
Changes in my heart and life that touched me so dearly
And then you will give me that glance
A glance with a smile, first gift of life
At first when you arrived I was afraid,
I was thinking a lot about me
Wondering a lot, why me
Nothing of mine I have to give
Not even superpowers to take her to the moon I have,
But you surprised me
You marked me wrong
You become my one and only
Only came in for the inner me
The one to discover the treasures hidden in me
You are the who deserve to be called my one and only love..
Author Neo Charisma Masetlane
Space-Poet
Inserting an image; hands caressing a back, lips resting on a chest
Devouring hair upon a neck, with ears subservient to a heartbeat
Often, eyes command exposure, to bid a view of this others skin
Nose nestled close; to breath this scent; all in
'Cause, every sense must be reviewed:
Touch, smell, sight, taste, hear; sin
Knotted limbs; the feeling though a swim
Nothing phases in this bed
Overwhelming: never said
Wasting time: a foolish spread
Wondering; a child of Loki
Has a way to feed a fear
All these moments shared so well
Tick's a clock; no hands to gear
Then a strength is shredded off
Ominous thoughts begin to mosh
Stay away!
Advent of my love is felt
Yet...for the words...I cannot help
Fell down off my horse today,
broke a tooth, falling down I felt
pretty alone.
It was pastel, I picked up my hat,
light green, got to wondering a
yes I was wandering, rubbing off
my shirt, knees... pants,
She's over there grazing
must have been hungry,
Perfect timing we were
just starting to gallop... .
Full belly of oats you
know man my mouth
hurts pretty good, but
that's my Betsy; I'm-
still-wondering why... though... !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0AcHR_0PzU
Countless days and countless nights,
Bus rides, train rides, as each day goes by,
I'd be right there by my mother's bedside,
It brought sleepless nights, and wondering days,
Wondering when wills this nightmare be over,
When will I wake out of this dream?
When will I rid myself of this misery?
I feel trapped in another world where there's no way out,
A lost soul wondering, a lost soul seeking,
What is left here for me to do?
From what hasn't been felt, what hasn't been seen,
What hasn't been heard, what hasn't been told,
So I as fall deeper and deeper,
I am wishing that it will all come to an end,
Some day, some day soon, so I sit and I pray,
I am on my way to better days.