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 Dec 2015 Gareth
Flo
Simple Recipe
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Flo
1 teaspoon of fear
1 pint of hope
A dash of bitterness
2 cups of shame
12 ounces of insecurity
3 unspoken words

A simple recipe
Creating this awkward situation
Between the two of us
Her hands walk on my chest
She manipulates me the best
Her voice penetrates my mind
Her substance I cannot find
She kisses my skin
I want to give in
Her body wraps around mine
It feels like everything's fine
Her smell intoxicates me
Her gaze captivates me
I lay down next to her
She pleases me that's for sure
She touches me with a delicate finger
She makes temptation always linger
She knows what I want to hear
She is the reason that I fear
Her name is Lust
She thinks she's a must
However, she is not real
No matter what you may feel
She leaves scars and tears
She is the worst of my fears
She has broken many a home
And left many men all alone
She is fun at first
Yet an unquenchable thirst
I refuse to let her in
I will let Love win
Its dark outside
And earplugs are in
At the place where none can hide
Yet no one sees behind closed doors
I sit and decide it’s time to face myself
First is first I pick up my past from the bottom shelf

I see innocence like none I’ve ever seen
Soon to be taken at the price I never imagined
At the beginning I never thought I could be so mean
Life was always about me and I was in control
But now the struggle I face today started in grade 4
I never knew my innocence meant so much more

Most people just can’t believe me
That once I was a quiet boy
They assume who I am from what they see
Never knowing that the wall has many faces
“Oh what a clown so sweet and all is well’
Oh very sure I was quickly on my way to hell!

Do you smell the hypocrisy in the air?
I said I believed but I only knew
Never did I realize I was under God’s care
How many prayers did I pray to waste!
Grade 4 to 6 transition began to grow and grow
In grade 7, dominance was all I wanted to know

Never thought that a Baptist kid would retaliate
I was the greatest fool pushing people around
I guess I left Satan a wide open gate
He wreaked havoc in me for so many years
Yet I have barely even lived a life
But all my past has caused so much strife

The blame game made itself my safety boat
Every excuse and weakness that I could find
Anything – even my own mom – became a scape goat
I thought I was bigger and stronger than the world
Even though I was short and just a small part
I always fought never to give in it was all heart

Yet not even I believed my masked attempt to flee
I think that inside I tried to run far from myself
I hated the show and the inner monster that became me
I was the one that made the kids scared to come to school
I was a monster but no one could see it
The anger came from nowhere it seemed I just wanted something to hit

Over time the bullying seemed to stop
Well done they said but the problem was still there
I reckoned that I was nothing but a flop
You know the one you don’t get right the first time
Going through school was like going through the phases
But in reality I got nowhere in life’s mazes

Cheating and lying became my daily hobby
But busyness kept my conscience away
It was like my mind was always an empty lobby
Always thoughts flying through but progress always zero
I spent so much time being who I was not
That during the show the real me began to fade and rot

I even had a religious show going down on both my knees
Singing clapping but always inside I was dead
You know in truth all I was out to do was to please
Being religious was a trip it came just in time to graduate
But so quickly after the thrill had gone
I was back like a dog to his bone

Women were the first thing that I would use
They always warned me saying ******* was bad
I sank so low but thought I was high anything to amuse
I went through phases worse than the Lion King
Then I went for peace and the hippie train
Stealing and drinking were the only way to stay sane

I finished school then was on the run
From myself and the problems that I was causing
This is always first done in the name of fun
But the traps are out quicker than you can doubt
It was only when I left and just stopped for a moment
That I started to see that I wasted my life every moment

I mean even when I left I lied
But slowly and patiently God showed me my actions
And though I regret all I’ve done I never cried
It is almost as if my conscience is fried and burned
Now I wonder many times about the past
How could I have been so foolish to let my sin last

You know I hid everything I am so well
That it might take me a lifetime to relocate me
But I cannot help but feel like I was plucked from hell
My parents and my brother did not even know
All the lies and things that I stole
I never realized I damaged my soul

As for the present I find it hard to breathe
I find that restoring the lost is a journey
And that not even half the truth I struggle to perceive
I am just grateful that I am alive today
The Lord God Almighty has truly pulled me out
Out of hell’s fire and His reality I can never doubt

I guess what I mean to say is I am alive
Not for me anymore but for God alone
And I find that Jesus is the only reason I live
Because I still sin and ***** up bad
But I know that if I give 110 percent
God will make me decent

At the end of the day
I am just grateful
And so I say
Hallelujah
Lord God Almighty
You are my Daddy!
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Cedric McClester
By: Cedric McClester

***** **** ***
Terms that we all know
Which only goes to show
The depths to which men go
To shame women although
They have mothers who
Get categorized that way too
But they act like who knew

*****, ****, ***
It has a certain flow
On and on we go
Tryin’ to bring ‘em low
But it’s not fair and yo
We need to take it slow
Before those labels stick
Let’s change our rhetoric

*****, ****, ***
People that we know
Use it frequently although
It shouldn’t be that way but yo
Guess that’s just how it go
We use it for ammo
When we refuse to grow
Change sometimes is slow

***** **** ***
Are terms that havta go
Why hold ‘em in escrow
For the sake of puttin’ on a show
Of put downs that’s below
The ladies we bestow
Those names on even though
They’ve become status quo


















Cedric McClester. Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
 Dec 2015 Gareth
brandon nagley
i.

The governmental beast's
Plotteth right before thine sight;
As many art blinded
By the lies put in the night.

ii.

Making many believeth
Through their media puppet's;
Whilst big elite pulleth thy string's
Secret society member's push it.

iii.

Illuminati, Bilderberg's,
Skull and bones, some unknown;
Now spotlighted, being known
Martial law, to break thy home's.

iv.

All for greed, their new world order,
United Nations vehicles parked
In California; train's with guillotine's
Thirty-thousand that is,
Whilst the young protest
Ignorant bullsh....
Freedom's being taken
Before thy eye's,
It started by the taking
Of the natives land;
European suicide.
Blood shalt be spilt
In the land of the high
Because of the filth
Of rich men's ties;

v.

Rockefeller called it
Whilst Rothschild named it;
Henry Kissinger indugled it
Bush. Sr didst inflame it.
Training going on
Worldwide for this,
A complete takeover
An r.f.i.d chip.
A tracking device
For the forehead and hand;
Revelation thirteen dear poet, poetess, and man.
Revelation stated; (And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.) Didst thou readeth that? Didst not get enough fill? Also goeth this. Revelation,
16And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: 17And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. 18Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Readeth this again, no man may buyeth nor sell without the mark of this devil tempted man;
Already into act into Mr. Obama's healthcare law,
Bilderberg's saidst by the year two-thousand and seventeen they want their chip Into all,
Signs art showing, were coming to a close,
Awaketh to Christ's truth and his love Utmost.
Christ spoke: I am the way, truth and the life, no man
Cometh to the father but by ( me) Jesus that is the Lord and the king,whilst other's art found in tomb's- Christ hath holes in his hand's and his feet, millions of near death experiences- with only jesus didst they meet. Awaketh mine poet's, get out of slumber, An Antichrist is upon us, the demon's knoweth their day's art numbered. Taketh a look around: demonic influence. Satan's got a short time to killeth, And surely he wilt do it. A prominent Jewish Rabbi is telling his people in Israel he believed their Messiah is here, so art the Muslim leader's, what's wrong? Not clear? Them telling other's they believeth their Messiah soon shalt appear, just means the antichrist wilt show, and a Tribulation's near. Awaketh from slumber I telleth once again, these book's of Christ weren't a play or a myth for pretend. The heaven's art moaning, the earth tis in travail, prophecies hath come true as more art daily neath the veil. Many by the million's art having dream's of his return, please no comment needed if it's for making fun of or scorn, tis I want none to mourn but to open their sight's to truth. Be aware, payeth attention to that thing we calleth the news. Find Christ, if thou hath not, if so cometh back to him, I sayeth this as a warning. Poetess, poet's, beautiful friends...... For God is a loving God, waiting for thee and me to return, a new age of the slave, is waiting for it's turn.......




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
In the book of Romans in the bible is states
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord ( jesus) thou shall be saved... If not saved I suggest the sinner's prayer to Christ and to truly trust him.... And be saved in Christ... For he is loving and forgiving though will you choose him or the world and the things of the world where you will have no peace nor rest? Up to you poet....
 Dec 2015 Gareth
C. S. Lewis
Lead us, Evolution, lead us
Up the future's endless stair;
Chop us, change us, **** us, **** us.
For stagnation is despair:
Groping, guessing, yet progressing,
Lead us nobody knows where.

Wrong or justice, joy or sorrow,
In the present what are they
while there's always jam-tomorrow,
While we tread the onward way?
Never knowing where we're going,
We can never go astray.

To whatever variation
Our posterity may turn
Hairy, squashy, or crustacean,
Bulbous-eyed or square of stern,
Tusked or toothless, mild or ruthless,
Towards that unknown god we yearn.

Ask not if it's god or devil,
Brethren, lest your words imply
Static norms of good and evil
(As in Plato) throned on high;
Such scholastic, inelastic,
Abstract yardsticks we deny.

Far too long have sages vainly
Glossed great Nature's simple text;
He who runs can read it plainly,
'Goodness = what comes next.'
By evolving, Life is solving
All the questions we perplexed.

Oh then! Value means survival-
Value. If our progeny
Spreads and spawns and licks each rival,
That will prove its deity
(Far from pleasant, by our present,
Standards, though it may well be).
You will find me by your side when friends become emotionally expensive and stray ..
Forever recall my eyes cast in your direction from the moment you awake till the close of day ..
You will receive the warmth of the hearth on a cool Winters morn ..
The courtesy befitting a Queen , the respect duly accorded the Gods ..
Everlasting encouragement for all your hopes and dreams , a palette for your endearing artistic soul , the promise of infinite care and love , safe harbor from capricious storm .
A determined , audacious lantern to benefit the midnight hour ...
An island surrounded by churning waters , cradled by endearing receptive arms ..
Copyright December 1 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015 Gareth
Cassidy Mae
i'm trying
i'm trying
i'm not enough
i hurt without thought
i damage
i injure
i'm too much
i don't deserve anything
but the pain of
aloneness
rejection
i deserve that
the darkness that comes with
loneliness
why am i like this?
why am i
me?
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