It’s dark and creepy outside as graves open spacious
That deep sense of distress approaches
Images commence to flash before my eyes
Past midnight is when it comes and crawls into bed with me
It opens wide my mind to images of horror
Time sluggish to dawn, as I choke and struggle for my breath
The lighting strikes and my cries for help become faint
Am like an upset dog at midnight as I twist and turn
My deluxe bed at this instant a pool of lethal snakes
The darkness scares me to demise, as my lonely house revolve into a ghost mansion
Every space becomes haunted at night
Paranormal events begin to unfurl in my mind
A comfort zone utterly disturbed and my dreams a dungeon of nightmares
Is this the fool who showered you with praise and glory?
Brought you close to heaven on earth
Gave you a blast and sense of a smart lady ostrich
That appears in every photo shoot with the one leg up pose
Prepared you an imaginary castle
Fabricate you a house full of dreams and remarkable promises
Made you realize the difference between discounted wine and posh pink drinks
Told you that if you sit with ordinary citizens you grow sores
Protected you from crook boys as you scared them off with your brand new Lexus
Is he the same fool who left you in labor?
Alone with nothing but a junior examination certificate
A baby to breastfeed while you are HIV+
I am ashamed DAUGHTER!!!
A tongue of reason
It’s a mentality never in harmony but striving need to be whole.
A bullet of words penetrates through my skull,
Shattered are all living cells and veins.
My lips ears in disorder, words can’t explain any further
As lies, misinform a living soul.
I drag into disparity, as shame filled with disappointment lingers.
You deceive me and my ears a base of your chameleon tongue.
Your words draw near in silence, the assassin of my trust is swift and vital.
It’s not long ago your words were sweet fruits to my table.
I traded my weakness for your words.
I took myself into this, refuge of comfort.
All that dwells in mind, now a memory of good tales.
Sweet words turn into venom.
My ear rotten as your poisonous tongue leaks it dead.
Reason is what I fail to discover in your remarkable expressions
Your presence is now a complete defense to reality.
A commencing slide to excuses.
Heard it they
lost fortunes and battles
many settled upon the sea where they thought life lingered the very deep roots
We stand a ground of fortune and fame not knowing what it bares
Our forbidden desires we feed with out remorse of gods given commands.
We seek disparity yet our eyes view rolling flames of death.
We try to understand a subject without mastered topics,which many mumble upon in time given the floor.
Wicked is the way many now cherish it, hidden under smooth toned skins,flashing lights and red top roofs.
Hold such a subject recklessly and it will prove worth to be called the greatest destruction to mankind.
As we toil to believe in it and as we fail our minds never cease the opportunity to please it.
Make such a topic boil in fancy colors and luxuries wasted years it will seem worth the wait to the grave in site.
To a man like me what more can i give than endless apologies,yearning for another chance to make mistakes and accept protection and guidance like a poor man dying to believe in riches not poverty
Neither can an empty hand provide nor can speakable hearts forgive.
Alas to many who have failed for we will find a similar fate.
Lonely and cold my plea has found empty hands to dwell upon.
I have heard their funeral songs and they sang my life,although unheard of is your name.
As we try to escape a fate no man desires.
We feared a path like this before only the road was unclear and proved worth a drive.
I enjoy a long journey with an escort,hope you find this as an open letter.
To your heart i broke and as sins in my diary.
I see answers
To questions humanity and mankind consider literature.
How unkind is the tax man making a living?
In need to make you understand the unknown
Poetry is just a simple explanation of the inner essence
Defined as the inner man.
Theory has explanations
Destiny has reduction of time to a desired destination.
Time a measure of what we treasure and mourn.
Death a symbol of no power to creation
The rule of simplicity is mastered by our anger.
Judgment is what you hold!
Deep in your mind filled with questions unmanned
Judge me but before that let him seat on his wealthy throne.
If only life would be flipped
Imagine what it holds behind
Away from this suffering
Far from this faked life
There as we imagine
No tears, metal bombs nor flames
A tank of ammunition would be a tank of life
Every fired bullet would be a blessing of life
A world turning upside down
What can man do?
As they stare at the end of days approaching
But this is how it is on the other side
His angels ready to take over
We are just man staring in kindness
It’s sad poetry has been mysteriously reserved on the subject of after life
Just silent on the pages of the other side
Let’s flip on the other side!
Experience and fear.
Spin as usual gifts!
Courtship is for the royals
Beauty is their eyes
The death that we see inside,
Memories we deem presents.
Gifts we seek to find
Tears we shed with no reason to surprise
Exams we set as reasons to uphold intelligence
Spin as usual!
Without hate or disapproval.
Am lost like a child I need your hand
Lonely and buried in a season of torment
I yearn for the pleasures of heart,
Seek forth a day to be lost in translation
Clean in mind and body but not in soul
Fools clear thay path
For days treasured seem to have been spent without her
close to my chest.
Breaking into halves is the cloth we made with fabrics of embrace
Scared is thay melody, my chest broken into two
“Lament my dear ears, for discord is in the atmosphere”.
Chaos amongst my two,
As they disagree in sight.
Here is the time of confusion
The point of turn is now at hand
What more can I desire?
Did they realize the smile?
The hand of a clown
Laughter of a joker
Sounds of the circus
An evil smile of the mother
The joking manner the doctors possessed
As if the mother at hand was comedy
Did you see the father’s eyes?
Excitement knew its boundary for the eyes presented
no blink of emotion.
No tear drops like silence
They were just shocked not because they wanted it.
But the child was black in white