Posts Tagged ‘ fait ’

Beardoe’s Rant

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Whatever keeps us
Away,
Is what keeps distracted us
At bay,
Most of the time
We think it’s okay,
This will eventually
Just Go away,
Saving all the hate
For another day,
Either believing or second guessing
what all them Have to Say,
Settling for
“that’s so cray”,
When theres soul much more
Left here At stake,
It all vanishes
With out a trace,
Speaking of implants
That’s are so fake,
We take our real
And figure out how they relate,
But since it’s different
We disregard it like its a Sunday,
Already complaining
About the week showing its face,
5 more days
Is our chant for chase,
Working for the weekend
Like its some race,
Not enjoying the opportunity
That comes with today.
Getting lost in sounds
That quickly hypnotize are brains,
Sure to unlock the doors
With secrets that feel like lace,
Designed to influence
What subconscious keeps safe,
Only growing stronger
In all the time that we waste,
Yet my legs still
Move not in haste,
Don’t let the enemy
Take you & keep you a slave.

Duo tone

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With eyes
Full of pride
And a heart
Full of ache,
Ears tired
Of the lies
And a tolerance
Sick of the pain,
That the wise
Think they hide
And the mannequins
Attempt to fake,
In her strength
She will ride
Every super natural
And cosmic wave,
No matter how wide
A yawn is still a sigh
Oh how close we resemble
The path that they’ve paved,
Issues put off to the side
Grow & tower like high tide
Increasing the volume in tremble
That no mere man is able to save,
The thought
Reaches my eyes
And I’m unable
To contain,
The tears
That reprise
My previous
Emotional state.
I want
What I consider mine
And hope that it becomes fait,
That breaks me out
Of what is shy
Rushes me into the needed
And finally takes me away.

Sit & Wait

I sit

and I wait,

fait

is sure to come.

I’ve noticed never when I want it

no matter how fast I run,

towards it

I absorb hits

still leaving me with none,

of the excitement

fear ignites with,

waiting

you’re no fun

shadow approaching

there’s no way

to get away

when the better part of the day

has gone ahead and been slayed

not by the means of the mean/but by the time and retreating sun rays

now all that remains

is a little corner with no shade

and although never wanting to be burned/ I’ve grown accustomed to what I’ve paved

and the memory of what once was/now quickly fades

so I stand where I stand/and for no reason/just…. wait….

The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

My Turn

everything

looks different

depending

on how you look at it,

coincidence

coincidently

matches

what it automatic,

what im trying not to do

 

what I aim to do

and my end result

seem to be

two different things,

what my heart wants

and my body gets

hardly ever falls

into the in between,

over the edge

way across

over the fence

it seems to lean,

scared of where

the ball will bounce

keeps me on call

scared to leave,

so like an addict

once I catch a whiff

my senses lock

and I tend to cling,

my heart goes blind

my mind rewinds

my body’s numb

and I feel not a thing,

so as if an option

I bob my head to opt in

an engagement

I have no way of controlling,

I go with the wind

slip streaming once momentum begins

not landing where I calculate

but getting where is needed

then the end