Posts Tagged ‘ battle ’

Magnet ends

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Sometimes
I don’t want to be bothered.
And Sometimes
Thats all that I want.

I’m playing hide & go seek
With my feelings,
Except
I can’t hide from the taunt.

All by self
Feels natural.
Mixed with company
Feels odd.

Loneliness builds up
My monster of sadness,
The persistence of others
Keeps me in awe.

I push you away
With half strength
So you can,
leave me alone.

In hopes
That you
push against the grain,
Just so you
Can stay close.

Not to sure
where the edge of the cliff is,
I’m just thankful
Going over
I don’t.

Playing roulette
With my chances,
Is the closest control
I can hold.

The Demons We Know & Love

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We all fuss,
We all fight.
Sometimes in a rush,
Sometimes outta spite.
Usually because
entitled we recite.
Allowing the hurt we endure
Kept alive & just ripe.
The beast on its toes
We entice through the night.
Questioning the weakness
That is now
Only After
a swing & a bite.

Right under your nose

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There it was

As pretty as luck

would have it,

I was looking around

the room

And there it was

On top of the mattress,

How can I fasid

The mind of the bastard

Who’s opinion has often

Re mastered,

Beliefs of old

With current event

Trickle effecting daggers,

Drunk

With a stagger,

That is often confused

For some type of swagger,

But even with
encouragement

I can still
Hardly handle,

This panic attack

That more often
Times than not
wants to dismantle,

The ego

That gets

Even badder,

With every conquest

And every lasso,

Hoping

That someone will listen

And pray

To knock down the
My inner towers
Of babel,

Causing

This competition

Making
My heart tired
And Even sadder,

With Love

Farther

And
Further
Away

My soul

It battles,

But love
No matter
How mistreated
Bruised And battered,

Heals
On its own

With ignorance
For a clone

And other crazy
semantics!

Delilah’s Mama

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She
Listens like spring
And she talks
Like June,

There have been mad amounts
Of Text messages sent
However
They haven’t been Responded to,

Face to face
Has been
Acknowledgements
Only break through,

But even then
It was only
to Be
Used…

So what else
Does one do,
But wait,
Patiently….

Track records
Haven’t been too kind
But who Believes
in a repeating of history?

I seek
Good company
I’ve lost
All my friends,

She needs neither one
So she remains
On the throne,
Dominant…

Part of me
wants
To just show up
Unannounced,

The other part of me
Panics
And fuels the other side
With a burning doubt…

Should it be
Such a battle
To want to help
Someone else, out?…

The King
Must of met a Queen
And my God,
She is something else….

Oh Archie

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I fight my self
On the daily.

Some would say
That I’m a bit crazy.

Aren’t we all?
Just a Lil bit
Maybe?

Ah, those were the days
When I didn’t
But those memories
Are a bit foggy and hazy.

My arch nemesis
Is the ache in my heart
Because sometimes that dictates
My rhythm & patience.

In Life

If

we are

an image

 of our creator

why

 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age

technology

has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty

without

 some sort of filler…

some

are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…

some

are “blessed” with both

at the same time

confusing

the destination

of the

 fulfiller…

 is

 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

Devil In a New Dress…Tip toeing not so siliently…

she arrived in all white

simplicity…

stealing the room of all eyes

they would follow she…

who is questioned of being an attention whore

well possibly…

but in honesty

her modesty

was never ever a question

however when questioned

she would laugh it off

violently…

You can see the devil in her eyes

and quite frankly

iT

 frightened me…

because this wicked woman

can do whatever with whom ever she wants

and like the 8 ball in the close left corner pocket

she has gotten me…

with my guard and pants down

while on top of  my lap like a saddle she is riding me…

similar to flies to shit & bees to honey

hoes to money

with want & have

 there is no, stopping me…

 iT

would take the full strength of Christ

to push this bountiful beauty of flesh

up off of me…

Lord may your will be done

because my will is having fun

and right now my legs can not run

so please pardon me…

Heal me of my weakness

that sin has seemed to clog up like an artery…

I LovE YOU

I am more than just fond of thee,

but this little thing

that is fondling…

has a gorilla grip

damn that dress

& all other things

that has taken over me not so silently