Truth
Sow-thing that isn't a lie
Something someone knows for sure
Something no one mentions
when you are the room
Something you may not even tell
Your loved ones
Something you think you are
Only your'e the one who
Knows the truth.
Rubicon
No Return
No exit
No end
Can't make a left or a right
One way street
Does not add up
Correctly
Broken Trust
No love left in this house of abuse
Beer Celler
Fermented malt
Flavour with hops
A glass cold gushing
golden luquid
down my thoart you go
Beer and Skittles
Bus life
Puching and shoving
They load us in
Like sardines in a tin can
Cruising along your route
The bus hums along the street and
Takes sharp turns
The Driver beeps horn
At the idiot that
Almost killed a bus load of people
Rattle Snake
In my Presence you
Shake and rattle that tail of yours
back and forth
Your defense Mechism
But I am more afaird of you
Then you are of me
Do you know
I hate you
People hate what they fear
Does displease you?
You are the rattler
Rattle which ever way you can
Love unreturned
Lover of mine
You Called and said you loved me
But you walked away
When I needed you most
You never even called
After the incident
I wrote you ,but
you didn't write back
You flirted and fiddled with the stings of my heart
You manipulated me you forked tongue
Words I want to hear
Words I wish you would have never said.
They weren't true
And now with this unturned love
How do I go on?
Bliss( two neighbours fighting)
Estatic, enrapturned, Beatficic,
Bedazzle and bejeweled
but not Bedizen or decked out
gaudily, NIBIBY
Not in my backyary either
Bliss
Peace
obitury:Thursday, May 1, 2008: Cachunk(a sound you hear when something hits the ground)
I and You stand here on the roof top of this building
Fighting back and forth
You push me I push you
You start to fall
Cachunk! the sound of your body falling towards the ground
Yours not mine....
Wait it is mine
The sound of my body hitting the asphalt.
Beyond the Red Door
There yopu stand,
The red Door
Unopened and locked
I have your key
My breath quickens with
Every turn of the key
Sweaty plams turn your lever
I open the red door and walk into the unknown.
Recipe of 1997
Take on Glen Clark egg
and crack it
Separate the yolk from the White
and beat until whipped,
Beat in 2 cups of Lies
Toss in in one teaspoon of so else is new
Add in 40 religious nuts, only found Calforia(optional if allegric)
A pinch of Daivd Dachony
and a sprinlking of rain
Cream in to cups of fighting fisheries
One cup of Majuana or Mary Jane (also optional)
stir in one convictived abbotsford Killer
Add in one flash of few cameras at a stop light
A death on the train tracks
A nip of communism
A squeeze of kkk member
A drop of Mother Tersea
A tablespoon of Howard Strean
Blend in one Mantobia Flood
Whip in a Chris Farley speed ball
Don't mix
or you will die if consumed
Add a sprinkle of Christmas insanity
A dash of idle Specultion for 1997
And you have a recipe that's sure to set off the fire works of any New Year.
It burns bright no more; No more
The fire is long gone
cooled are its ashes
Her eyes are black like the fire's ashes
and they have lost all their spark
She is stone faced cold with hate.
Her cheeks are sunken in
and there are crows feet around her blue steely eyes
Her body no longer longs for his touch.
Too many years of abuse
Too long heart has grown cold
Her hands are frozen now as waits for the water to cover her head
and drown her
She is waiting the ice to thaw
And in the morning
He will find her dead.
Two forked road
Upon my walk one morning
I met you and I stumbled
Twisting my ankle
You helpede up
When you fall
I'll help you up
but for now walk this two forked road
Together, apart.
Which way?
In your presence I criinge
I remind myself to tread
Carefully; Cautionessly
For I know not where your land mines may lay
I love you
I dispise you
You avoid it
While I am afaid to understand
For I know what you are not
And I know what I shall find
I do not know which way to go.
Past
Past You are the door
That can never be locked
You are memories
Not forgottened
You are the one
Who reveals truths and discloses lies
And though you may
Contain Grim apects
we open your door to dislodge secrets our Future.
Cold Coffee
Cold, Freezing, Ice rain
Pelts against me as walk the streets
In a mini skit. The world around is
Snow draped with ice scrapers that reach towards the sky.
And Jack Frost freeze's drys my breath.
It is about forty below out;
I think I need some coffee.
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