Posts Tagged ‘ good ’

Age ol’tale

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All I ever wanted
Was to find a love,

But as quickly as it was found
Was how fast it dove,

Into the Pitts
Of “mmm”
And
“Shouldn’t of”,

Echoing
The reminder
Of the side
I use
to be on,

Is it better
To have loved & lost
Than
Never to have loved at all?

Not if that
“Lost” wound
Opens wider
With every other
Slip & fall,

Beware
Of the happening
You have to
protect your heart,

Or like those used
And abused
It’ll come back
To the start.

Casper the…

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As I attempt
To find a difference,
I also search
For something more.

Seeking the traits
Of those, That are gone,
Like an habitual
Anxious chore.

I’m seeing
The same ol’ thing,
Further straining the eyes
That quickly sore…………..

Why do I
Miss you so,
Why do I
Find you in others?

Why do I hate iT
When I find iT
If at worst
We were lovers.

You caught the bug
Well before I
& by the time I
Caught it, it was over.

The memory of you
Is enhanced with strong drink,
Further pushing me off
Of sober………..

My eyes,
They play tricks,
Or you’re everywhere
That I AM.

You get prettier
Each time
Dragging me deeper
Into damn.

What unfinished business
Do I have,
I don’t
understand.

Lost is the ghost
That isn’t ready to leave,
The in-between of this
Slow dance /Forbidden land.

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!

Unfollow & friend

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When I speak
Of good,
It pushes
Those away…
But when I bring light
To that which is bad
All come, laugh
And play…
We’re ass
backwards
Glorifying
Full of hate…
Which only
Lets me know
We’re in
Our end of days…

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.

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

inspiration or creation

thoughts like random brain farts

normally float out

but im being hit with concepts

that are sly talking their mischievous way in,

suddenly and yet not fast enough

the ground is in the sky

im falling up

and I can’t tell where something ends and where it begins…

angles and theories

jokesters who seriously

don’t know if their delirious

or sane enough to know the difference from righteous,

 sitting on top of clouds

getting a tan from an eternal sunshine

 of a mind that at times

seems as packed as time square and then empty and spotless