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Christopher Carter Poem
GUESS WHO?
I’m a spit this like a thesis
No one speak everyone just listen
The question put forth is not what but who
How and why
People in this cynical insensitive reality please only one need
Want only one thing, what it is
Is not what it seems
Greed is the topic yet ya’ll like to drop it
Drop it like rotten fruit from an un-healthy tree hidden behind
And disguised by a mountain of lies
Hide! Why? because greed is gluttony a sin
That you commit, that you can’t stand to admit
Admit to yourselves, to your seeds that you plant in this reality in which you create and
always seem to manipulate
Wait, let me guess is this becoming stress
Do you not want to hear the rest?
I guess what they say is true
The truth hurts
But guess what really hurts
The cadaverous countries that fall like that fruit on that hidden tree
That deserves nothing more nothing less then prosperity
Those countries where in reality helped you with your greed your need
Your strive to succeed
Bewildered by the thought of karma
Y’all bring nothing but drama
Nothing but profound profuse and open faced lies
And still you try to deny, hide and multiply
Increasing the number of enemies
You guide them so blindly, yet so knowingly
Your greed, your ruthlessness, the irony
It all will catch up, it will come from behind
Will it be too late?
Time can only tell, time stops for no one
To bad, cause soon you gonna wish you could rewind the time
Undo the brutal and unjust progressions,
Just merely digressions of a high powered manipulating hypocritical giant
Known no better than the U. S. of A.
Go figure.
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My stomach hurts filled with pain
overwhelmed with unresolved emotions.
What is this? Missed signs that no one can read
or just misery that I can only claim?
Crying out for you to see for this to be
something other than a catastrophe.
Where is it that I may go to find release?
A new horizon would be surprising,
underwhelming to the truth of this torn and wretched soul
in exchange for a hint of joy would I lay my heart to be destroyed
if not already, it may be late, but still I morn to have the love that I never knew.
Ignorant to the truth of love, is it happiness that I yearn or am I just infatuated
with every turn and every indescribable search upon this earth.
Will I find what I know should have always been mine?
Bound to torment or eternal bliss?
So many questions, so little answers
Do I look inward to this wretched soul that knows no light or happiness
trapped in darkness grown so cold becoming old and tarnished with such distain.
My wretched soul knows no answers to these, earth quaking discerning questions
my heart extrudes through the pours of my torn down fragile body existing only to
exist. One day I still believe the light will shine and bliss will be mine.
My wretched soul will then be no more and I can finally be free to truly see me.
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When does one know when they found their soul?
Does it just come to them or do they unknowingly find
What will always be true, safe and always forgiving; this soul?
Never did it cross my mind; never did it ever occur that I had a soul out there.
Somewhere in this world I actually had a soul that I found or that was waiting for me to
discover.
I once was told everyone has someone special, someone that will always be there for them,
did I believe that? Not once.
This soul that I found that I cherish so damn much is the only thing keeping me from the
Torment of the harsh realities of this capitalist world of unjust laws that govern my simple
life.
The word love is used so loosely these days with no true meaning behind or in front of it.
Love is not a word I use; not a word to be just said, not a word to define my relationship.
But this time I have to say I love my soul; I love my soul with all intentions of never
forgetting; never stop believing; never letting go. Always keeping in mind that this soul is
mine and I’m not letting it go for nothing not even if it is taken away.
I would fight to the ends of the earth before I let that happen.
I know forever is a long time but that’s exactly how I’m going to love my soul, forever.
Whether my soul is with me or far away it will always be in my heart and forever again I
WILL say.
Since I found my soul we’ve been through so much discovery of one another its sometimes
scary but yet feels so naturally inviting like being home.
The feeling of being home is what my soul gives me is what I long for. It is the most
comfortable and warmest feeling. It completes me.
My soul is not what your thinking it is; not a what at all, but a who. My soul is my best friend,
my heart, and my love. My soul is Patricia Favara. And forever will we be soul mates.
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I hate to call it hypocritical but when I get right down to the point it’s really critical
I sit back and take heed of your wise and thoughtful words
To see the advice you give me turn around to fit your need
How could a person of such grace and beauty see nothing but emptiness
Darkness and gloom
The loneliness is killing a kind and angelic soul
A soul I want to reach out to, take by the hand and set it free
Happiness is just around that corner up that hill and through those gates of everlasting
pleasure
No one said it would be easy fast or sure but when you reach it, it will be more than you
could have ever imagined
A friend indeed is what you are but most of all you are love you are the thing that people
wish they could be
Blindness is a downfall to most people’s insight to what this world is truly about
That blindness has nothing on you; for you are true, you are you.
And forever know ill always love your insight your beauty your angelic presence but most of
all ill love you for you.
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I'd kiss your lips to your neck
lick behind your ear make you quiver never fear
down i go to your chest, one nipple at a time
a little lower cause i dare, ill make you feel like your on air
just a little lower almost there, you cant wait cause its getting late
here i go that special place, lips so wet below the waste
back and fourth, up and down, mmmm feels so good
just a taste below the waste i grab that long delicious stick
cant wait to make it fit, you know where
are you ready to go there?
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The feeling of loneliness starts to become emptiness never filters into the mainstream but
stays within. The soul un develops everything it knew; now becoming blank with affection
disillusion and dismay. The heart cries out never being heard turned away by your deviant
ways. Insecure notions of a happiness that never was yet should be. Unfortunate ties to
another that binds the very being of humanity turned into tears and nurtured by fear. All the
while masked with a smile, the laughter and joy was just a ploy not to be the thing u turned
me into, my worst fears….Loveless avoiding the jeers onset by the inside being out, out for
all to see…..This is what you made ME.
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