What Did You See?
Inside a closet a shoe box full of wet dreams
No discretion or so it seems
Impulsive pleasures and carnal schemes
Causing a ripple of heartbroken screams,
Why were you so angry beyond even words?
Your brain stampeding like cattle herds
Hanging on until it became absurd
And yet I clung to your cruel words,
The love you needed so bad
Never came from the unloving parents you had
My youth I squandered as a young lad
I learned that no lover’s promise is iron clad,
Long after the warmth has left the sheets
Too far from each other’s heart beats
I fear that love has become obsolete
Fools never notice their lives are incomplete,
Won’t you tell me what did you see in me?
Now that I’m exiled on bended knee,
Although I’ve left behind that agony
Hoping God will hear my plea,
Like baby turtles heading for the shore
Snatched up by Sea Gulls by the score
I’m sure that I could have done a little more
But it wasn’t me that you adored,
When two hearts collide as one
Revolving around an empty son
Be assured there’s no place to run
Your position has been overrun.
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Charles Cox Indeed, an ode to the liberation from the matrix that betrays us all!
Thank you Sweetina!
The Demons Now Die;
a stab in the ubiquitous dark, shall I.
Groping for fear and ego fed life,
they gasp and choke and self created such strife,
an end of an epoch, the light grows near,
because we live in love and no longer in fear.
Take the wealth with, they certainly won't
they leave behind castles with even a moat,
because fortune, fame and money stacked high
are things left behind in the blink of an eye.
The echo will fade
they recieved an "F" grade.
And now we will be free
to live and just be.
The time is up for the vampiric elite
They were merely a ghost, just dressed in a sheet.
Welcome to the new world!!!!!
Consciousness will become a way of life again.
"Destroying the New World Order"
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