Genre: Love, Romantic
Yes, I do!
Peals of laughter
Squeals of delight
Roar of approval
Love was in the air!
In bounded a knight
Clutching something tight
Surprised there were many
As he went down on one knee!
Eternity passed before she said yes
Then the skies rained confetti
They shared a kiss
A sight not to miss!
Smiles were exchanged
Champagne freely flowed
Asked “Do you know what you will do?”
They chorused “Yes, I do; Yes, I do” !
Genre: Life
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Muse, dear muse
Faintly, I still hear you
crying, now laughing
with Charon
You are gone, yes
You’ve let me go
Now you can breathe freely
Dear muse
Do our dreams go on endlessly ?
Could you not have shown me one kindness
and taken from me these memories ?
Which, unbidden,
remind me of what was, once ?
The cruelty isn’t that you’re gone
It is that I remember.
“I saw truth flick a cigarette at those guys”
“Truth don’t even smoke,” somebody else said
Another witness remarked, “Truth didn’t do anything, the guys in the car just shot for no reason”
Three people said truth started saying stuff, stuff nobody wanted to hear and that some people told truth to shut up, but truth kept jawing at every body
An elderly woman said truth was in the wrong neighborhood; had no reason to be there, especially at that hour
Somebody said truth needed to get its head on straight, needed some correction, one person, who refused to reveal her identity said all the witnesses were liars
Every body is coming from a different angle here
Every cusp of a cause is claiming their truth is the real truth
It was discovered truth had been shot in the back
Apparently, truth tried to walk away from the scene that night, wasn’t looking for a fight, it was suggested that maybe truth was a victim of mistaken identity, that perhaps the guys in the car thought truth was truth’s half-brother, half-truth, that happens a lot
Five suspects alleged to be in the car that night were brought in for questioning
Nobody admitted to anything and no one who was at the crime scene was willing to go to the lineup and identify anyone
You can’t blame them
If they can kill truth, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill friends of the truth too
You should have seen truth’s funeral
People from every race, neighborhood, income, political affiliation, religion, showed up
Who knew truth had touched so many lives?
Many testified how truth had always tried to make a difference, wasn’t afraid of being unpopular and how truth repaired their marriages and enabled others to face their conflicts and addictions
One person even claimed truth helped them give up fried calamari
It was very moving
At the cemetery, with the lowering of the coffin into the ground (You may not believe this, but I was there and saw it happen)
Truth opened the casket lid and got out, looked at everyone and said, “I’m not dead; you can’t kill me, I’m still here”
Then truth just walked off the cemetery grounds, still in grave clothes, crossed the street and went into this nondescript Chinese take out place and five minutes later got on a bus with what looked a carton of chicken fried rice
Some people were upset, “Where did truth get money for bus fare and food?” said one. Others blamed the media for hyping truth’s death in the first place to further their agendas
Truth, it’s been reported, was seen the following week at a police interrogation in Damascus, a divorce court in Akron, a perjury hearing in Allentown, Pennsylvania, a confessional booth in Holland and at a high school audition for “Cats” in Branson, Missouri
Truth, I just found out, was recently stabbed in a domestic dispute in Richmond, Virginia, but survived
Truth, it seems, gets around a lot
But maybe not as much as some folks get around the truth.
If the future has been frozen
cause you’re present in the past,
It may seem the life you’ve chosen
has been moving fairly fast.
For the memories have blended
to a smoothie of events,
and the seconds were suspended,
when you spent them making sense –
Of the short and sterile seasons,
That would quickly pass you by,
Never giving any reasons,
To assume that time would fly.
Always dwelling on the former,
Never thinking in the now,
Til’ your days are getting warmer,
And you know exactly how –
How the world keeps on spinning,
Even if your days have gone,
Even when your time is thinning,
it’ll just keep moving on.
The daffodils are blooming, their scent it fills the air, the bees are busy buzzing around, the sound is a fanfare.
The dragonflies are darting, dynamic blue and green, all across this part of earth it truly sets a scene.
I gaze towards the woodland, a sight that’s to behold, amazing carpets of purpley blue, cover every mound and fold.
The bluebells are amazing, imagine their delicate ring, the fairies are rejoicing, and I can hear them sing.
Somewhere in the distance, I can vaguely hear, the chuckling of children, and then….walks by a deer.
It’s time for procreation, for animals around, the birds are flirtily singing, oh what a heavenly sound.
I move on to the ocean with sun rays shining down, it looks as if a thousand stars, last night had fallen down.
The children I did mention, but a short time before, are innocently blowing bubbles, on a rock beside the shore.
I see some feisty mermaids, on the horizon in a haze, but what I witness next, puts me into a daze.
Half a dozen bubbles float across my path, and from one of these bubbles, I’m sure I heard a laugh.
And then right there before me, just like a crystal ball, a bubble popped quite suddenly, and out from it did fall.
Two rainbow fairies who then, spread their fairy wings, as they flew back quite flighty, to toadstool fairy rings.
Oh Nature’s so amazing, if you just open your eyes, from unicorns and dragons, to castles in the skies.
With open heart, you can see all this, just lighten up and look, it’s oh so real, not fairytales that you read in a book.
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Genres: fairytale, spirituality, nature, hope, happiness
Run away with me,
To a place where the things we worry about don’t matter,
Where the sun melts into the sky,
And the birds sing so beautifully we forget the sun never sets.
Stay here with me in the paradise of our own making,
Dancing and play in the sunflower field,
And we can laugh without worrying about the wrinkles around our eyes,
Blinded by the magnificent blooms.
The sun never sets,
So we never have to worry about the night and her stars,
Or wonder if the moon misses the sky,
Wonder is the stars truly do light up the sky,
Where are you stars…
Did the moon take you…?
She can’t. The sun never sets,
Eclipses anything, everything else,
Here we are, trapped in the paradises of a never-ending sun,
Dancing and spinning and laughing until we cry,
Never noticing the stars were hidden behind our eyes this whole time.
i write this in a drunken state with a sober mind and clear conscious
my distaste in the lie of Political Correctness feeds me lies in my dreams as cringe at every sound through my walls
so here i sit, with nothing but utter disgust at everything around me
and yet this thought of this letter sweetens my discord with all
And so
To you, you degenerate and low life
You who feeds on her undying capacity to love and forgive
You who feed her sweet nothings and rotten somethings covered in fragrances
You are nothing but a piece of filth
You are lower than filth
Preying on her naivety, of your false exterior of goodness
You are not a people – you are lower than the worms that crawl inside rats
The mere fact that you are unable to look within and see the disgust that i see is enough proof that you are what you are, sub human
Death would be to good for you, for this life you live is more than anything hell can conceive
No devil has ever been more debased and vile than you
You look at that innocent face and see nothing but your own desires being fulfilled
Your words are a poison no one should ever be subjected to but subject them you do
Spreading this disease you call reality when in truth it is but a mere perception of what you were subjected to in your own youth
Like a rape victim who denies what has happened to them your psyche has been morphed and tormented into the very thing you hate, a predator
Why do i even bother to say this you wonder, i say what i say so that you know who it is who will hunt and stalk you
Who it is that will watch you and follow you, prey on you as you prey on sheep
For as you i was subjected to the tyranny of madness but now my eyes washed clean and for the first time i truly see
In life you will torment them, so i will torment you
In death you will find no rest for i will follow you through to the ends of time
I am no hero and no heroine
I am the vengeance of innocence, arisen from the depths of a broken heart
My word shall be the last you will hear in the morning and first you will hear in the night
I shall be the demon in your shadow reminding you for all eternity of the evil you have done
Here I am Here I am
Dark as night insides saintly snow white
The blight the blight
Shake the innards this Wizard of Oz and said cause
Tearing eyes dangling jaws
A tiger strikes feel the claws
Puppies fright kitten paws
It gnaws it gnaws
Empty the precious Lambs
My eyes the fire my words the saw
The Law the Law
Insideous these aches tremors and quakes
This lake it takes a fire douses evil desires
Mired Mired
Tempted the empty in darkness he kept me
How long must this go on..?
This frightened night this sinners dawn
Cheats repeat and seek a pawn
He is gone He is gone
Confess to messing
The invisible invincible goes on and on
He knows your weakness your desires to defeat the meekest
So Wrong so Wrong
Tigers eyes now chastise the ignorant non wise
Then turns black these skies
The Truth the Truth
The jackal is dancing the goat and hoof
A cloven one has stolen one
The mildest of the violent in creeps the silence
Mightiest of men now run riot
I am I am
A ray of light day turns to night
Luminous this human has fallen from greatest of heights
Now delivered as the Lamb stands quivered
Lips spit violence as violins play silent
Here I am here I am
The tempted now redempted blasphemous now emptied
You know who I am You know who I am
Cries said by the Silence of the Lambs
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You are the anatomical wonder !
More velvety than the petals of a rose .
Churner of the charm , you enigmatic flower !
You are the way in and way out of life –
In the form of sperm and fetus .
You kindle the lamp of life , source of human birth .
You are the confluence of all sin and vice , envy and revenge.
who first tasted the forbidden fruit – Adam or Eve ? I know not .
Earth’ s magnetic poles can’t meet each other , miles apart .
Human magnetic poles caress each other to continue the current of life and death!
You are worshipped as a living deity by your devotees – devilishly pious .
You are a black hole more malignant than a dead star !
Your moist tract – abysmal dark , murky hades incarnation !
There is a way in to your garden – an Eden on the Earth .
Who can ever wish to come out of a pleasant labyrinth ?
You are the bearded oyster – nurture pearls of shivering life .
An active volcano emitting lava of lust to torpedo – minds .
A dormant rivulet flowing eternally to rinse human filth .
You are elastic enough to allow a passage to fetus – great creator !
Penis protrudes – an encroaching during coitus , a snake to hibernation .
You are a valley of death , a gymnasium of life too ,
a contradictory juxtaposition !
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