Right
I’m powerless to break the spell that holds me in a
spider’s web.
Who did it? You, me, Mother Nature? I don’t recall
bargaining away my love life for my writing; it seems it’s what happened in my
life of smoke and mirrors.
No one cares for my feelings so why do I care for yours?
Coz I do. Just try being me you won’t handle it even for a day.
Above
I know when I look up to the sky and a rain drop falls in
my eye,
that my eternal lover is up there and she misses me coz she is oh so
high up on a cirrus cloud, parted before our time.
As images collide in my head I ask myself, did she ever exist at all,
were we ever together?
She answers me with silence...
The Lie That Is Love
Who’s ever fallen for the lie that is
called LOVE? Been fucked over by gal who appears to like them, then pushes them
away like a piece of trash? Unwanted, used and feeling crap. Actions that are
the total opposite of love and the lie that it is. No worries, build walls
around yourself, let no-one in and only you have the key. If they want to
access your heart, say fuck off, it’s out of service.
Never mind the lie that is the
family. I was fucked over by a vicious ex who left me and never even told me to
my face. The day before she left me, we watched a film and all was fine. Her
sister asked her brother, “Are they ok?” It was obvious her fucking siblings
were in on the act. There’s much more to this but I’ll say evil devil words.
Stay single and use a condom. It’s all a lie to entrap you.
Hollywood makes shit stupid films
like Titanic with two dimensional characters, capitalizing on the fakeness of
romance and stupid self sacrifice. I’d be fuck you bitch; it’s my place in the
lifeboat. Stick with war films and sci-fi, better stories and some good
killing. Who needs limp dick films? Watch porn if you want a cheap thrill or
pay for no strings sex with a hooker.
My message here is avoid the perilous
dating game, where you spend hard earned cash on some bitch who wants a free
night out. She’ll pretend to like you and fleece you for everything you’ve got.
Don’t get married, after a year of fucking you its kaput. Half of what is
yours, it now hers. What a scheming, conniving cow you married. She took you to
the cleaners. Stay single.
Orbit
One million hearts speak as one; I
listen to the solitary one who cries out in eloquent despair. That single
wounded heart will claim me by her right and ensnare me and save me from me and
I’ll never break it. She’ll bring me happiness after years of sorrow. Her name
is?
Rockets are for the benefit of the
human race taking us to the stars or for the worst, blowing us to bits. My poem
book is heavy upon my back; I’ve been through so much shit in life. Who’s
innocent in this game of madness? You, me, him, her? No one is. Some people collect
issues like others do stamps.
Life was easier when I was young, no
clue on girls so I kept away. Who do I gain knowledge as I age? Shame I can’t
go back and use some of it in my younger days. We mustn’t play games with
peoples’ lives and they mustn’t reciprocate. I want to move a long way from
this town, like before. It’s my orbit.
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