wert, ddd dghgh [read me a book TXT] 📗
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I looked down on my body from afterlife,
broken and battered on the altar of sacrifice.
broken while trying to fix broken world.
watered the fields with sweat.
irrigated it with tears
whilst mine plagued with drought.
heart for food,
soul for wine.
Became enemy to self,
merchandised my soul for its love,
funeral of pity.
i died a fool.
LIFE
It's a misery
Slithering off like a sly snake,
sought coming to bite the ignorant.
Its terror.
inducing shudders imposed on mortals.
its pleasantness, served on a gold platter.
A bubbling sweetness.
Like a clear spring trickling over a bed of black rocks.
Capitulating at the gentle tug,
Reigning back in disgust.
indifferent to the undertow of the desperate.
Like a firewater pool.
its beauty and sweetness out of proportion.
A grim lover,
A pleasant reaper.
The least earned.
CHAINED THOUGHTS
It de-potentiates change while it deprives,
Yet shaming is the best policy but caters dolour,
Never say die for dolts whom are shallow,
Twofaced yet subliminal,
it rains cats and dogs.
The wish is father to the thought, by the skin of your teeth deceiving,
Though controversial,
once in a blue thoughts.
Blurring the credulity in one’s self, a perfect storm,
Like shallow tourniquet around the arteries.
Credulousness orientated mind,
let it breathe.
Rather than barking up the wrong tree,
While being creed, thus possessing a birds eye view.
looks before it leaps,
keep up with the joneses.
UNDETERREDSeven times around the wall
Many times around the hill
Seven times we may fall
But we go forward still
Helmet for my head
Breastplate for my chest
Shield against the darts
No plate for my back
He who runs from a fight
Runs from his life
The part of you that fights
Is the part of you that slaves
Seven times around the wall
Many times around the hill
Seven times we may fall
Not enough reason to leave the hall
CURSEI watched her prepare a gift,
She was working on the night shift.
I looked closely,
And realised it was you.
Of all things in the world it had to be you?
I curse you.
Curse its wings and tentacles.
I hate you,
Either you take your pills,
Or be drowned by your obstacles,
May your dreams and loved ones be crushed
THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOWWhere am i?
Dispatch where am i?
Shadows dance in a translucent haze,
There's something here with me!
Dispatch are you there?
shadows and phantoms,
Move so fast but, oh i see;
Long robed being of black smoke!
Dispatch i'm hearing voices!
Dispatch please!
Don't you hear that?
Listen!
Meat so fresh, plump red and hot
Blood so hot, so hot to lick and drink
Brain so soft, so sweet to suck and chew!
Dispatch get me out of here.
They're getting closer.
please!
SILENCE AND VOICES
Silence…
Our heads are lowered,
Fake societal signs of modesty.
Dried tears soak into the pores of our rosy,
Bushing cheeks.
Home cooked meals, clean house, no house help,
Worn and tired to the bone,
They say be content.
Mama didn’t raise a coward.
Yet, we cower.
Be not too strong,
Be not too weak either.
Fighting ourselves.
We are in a boat steered by society
We might drop, we might fall.
Yet, we aren’t alone
Voices…
Their heads are raised.
Fake bravado hiding cowardice,
Broken hearts and crumbling bones beneath layers of skin.
They should keep mute even in the face of adversity,
They’re the beast of burden,
Even their grunts are subdued.
He can’t be shy…he must make the first move,
They are rejected
Their sobs are quiet as against our cracking sobs,
Big boy don’t cry
We’re selfish
They’re selfish
Our view of each other is jaundiced.
Clouded by our own pain, we don’t see their hurt
Immersed in their agony, they are blind to ours.
Humans are selfish.
Gender is a curse
…a raised red flag separating humankind.
Everything’s eventual:
Seasons soon vex inexhaustibly,
And winter’s clobbering hands despise us
_perhaps intimacy was lost before these fading kisses.
Winter with a rubber breast.
Than timid under eyes.
Sweeter among as sherbets and paleness
Sky with diphtheria.
Everything’s eventual.
When time’s chisel take thy brows and jaws
Death twirls home w/ tragic minuteness
DEATHGive me a mansion
I will burn it down
Give me a car
I will get It wrecked.
Give me a vegetation
The plants will wither
Give me a job
The company will go bankrupt.
For karma served me
What I ordered
The sins of my past Were forgiven.
But I’m being haunted,
With the consequence
CURSEWhat is I? Tell me!
Or you I demand!
You who looks upon me with scorn!
For how low will you chastise me with your seeds and words?
Hoorah!
Tis time of joy,
Bittersweet it may be,
But in it I find release,
For I have made this choice,
It’s my bed of thorns, and as I lay,
I do say,
Your words make it soft,
Come morrows dawn,
I shall remain free.
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