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Noel Billiter Jul 2018
Resisting your surrender
Like a passionate pretender
Cursing your existence
So unruly cant even believe it
Rehearsing until morning
For a ending to your story
Searching for a reason
Why you’re always out of season
Still wearing those ***** clothes
And swearing at the Her ghost
Living in your furry
Just makes things more blurry
Some drunken thrills
Followed by some healing pills
Staring at the mirror
Thinking it will look clearer

Resisting your departure
And what seems like constant torture
Insisting on the weather
To lead you somewhere farther
Counting on tomorrow
To release you from your sorrow
Leads you to forgiveness
Repenting all your sins and
Starting a new chapter
In this new world that you are  after
Living in the moment
Gives you quick atonement
Walking from the ashes
The past and what it’s taken
Your soul now unbroken from this spell
That had you been under
Noel Billiter Jul 2018
This vacuous space between
The words and commas that you speak
Liquidate what’s left of me
Disingenuous insults hurled so
Perfectly aimed and cherry picked
Precise and sharp and aptly wit
Like razor blades they cut a slice
Targeted malice but at what price?
To redeem this man his suffered worth
Or his self indulgent sense of birth
This big tall man of men
This giant, titan king of them
Bruised sore loser maniac
Faulty wiring physopath
You think you fill up a room
With all your charm that you exhume
Mr. handsome know it all
Has all the answers can’t be wrong
Every hair precisely in place
Matches the cold stiff smile on your face
The premeditated answers that you give And mannequin like movements as you shift
The others start to **** their heads
And their disbelief begins to spread
All of your false and fake  pretenses  
Come crashing down around the fences
The walls you built to hide the truth
Crumble down and can’t save you
All this in vain as you creep out
The room you ruled now filled with doubt
Noel Billiter Jul 2018
I tricked you into being here
Practiced words that weren’t sincere
Concocted a truly deceitful tale
Crafted And worded not to fail
Wrapped you tightly with sharp barbwire
To keep you still and somewhat quiet
Patiently weaved a rusted web
So when you move it stings your skin
Squirm and fight this all you want
Resisting just makes this more fun
The belief in the goodness of mankind
Consider this a warning sign
Evil consists in a opposite form
The sweetest smile can do you harm
Noel Billiter Jun 2018
Click click click click
His shoes hit the ground with that sound
Walking
Thinking
Plotting
Sinking
Into his abyss he takes me
Shoved
Covered
Hiding
Seeking
On my Chest a heavy feeling
His full weight, my eyes hit the ceiling
As he grasps my throats, my soul steps out
Into my NEW world, I crawl slowly towards a door that is not there
Wake up! Wake up! My voice cracks
I am not asleep...
Locked
Blocked
Blood
****
Time ticks STOP! ******* clock
Run
Stash
Slash
Blast
Get out of here girl and fast
Placed
Cased
Traced
Erased
Never will I be the same
Noel Billiter Jun 2018
Should I define the explanation
I love a good cross examination
You interject so crudly I have to question
The reasoning for this strange expedition
a useless attempt on your part my dear
Maybe you’ll trip over the truth this year
A fruitless Journey, Mr District Attorney
A disarrayed and unbelievable story  
You weave a dark and deceitful tale
conceited hard headed unfortunate male
Misdirectting the jury cheap distraction
waiving a wand for a nice reaction
It will not change or alter the facts
The truth always finds its way back
Cleverly worded and with particular jabs
Aimed to destroy any chance you had
skillfully and with style and wit
Disassembled every lie you tried to get away with
determined and with direct intent
Eviscerated and attacked your defense
Easily directed and earned the  jurors trust
With the ease of a professional psychiatrist
But all of this is not in vain
A lesson here has been learned and gained
Noel Billiter Jun 2018
It was winter cold
fierce iciness against our skin
dawn was far away and ignored our disruption
I stood in front defending my friend
Then a violent ****** of his rage
My body thrown feet away
The ground now greets me with sharp pain
The still quiet dark, snow stinging my skin.
He stands above me laughing like sin
get up! Run! Stupid girl!
Frantically running panicked scared
I enter his house, is anyone there?
Room to room, locked a door
Holding it shut with all my strength
Pounding, kicking , yelling, Cursing
He crashes thru, a vase smashes near
run run stupid girl!
Away from his hands around my neck
Back outside to find my motionless friend
Get up! Get up! We have to go!
She doesn't move and now I know
He slowly walks down his driveway towards us
Paralyzed, alone  and unprepared
Table leg in his hand, I'm shaking in fear
I steel myself, ready to brave a beating
Inches from us, he stops...raises his arm
Out of the darkness
Police Cars lights and voices surround us
Saved saved from Anthony's rage!
A true story
Noel Billiter Jun 2018
Walking outside again, a breeze kisses your face and sways the trees you see along side of you. You notice the detailed gondola across the way, without a doubt as old as the church it's next to. Grand canals await peacefully in the warm sun, soaking up the stream of rays that shred the daylight, piercing your skin with soft radiance. At night thousands of lights are the water's eyes that greet you as you pass. The water looks like a door to heaven, as you peer at it with an amazed look. It is a seamlessly endless place with wonder and excitement crawling around each corner. In the streets a beautiful melody seeps though the darkness and your ears writhe to listen. A harmony of voices joins in to temp and arouse your senses. You follow as if in a trance to see the mystery, you are enveloped by the music, it overpowers you as you float down the sidewalk, aimlessly unaware of everything around you.  

You approach a library. Inside there are brilliantly light portraits lined on each wall, newly polished and cleaned but obviously old and delicate to the touch. You see tall shelves with withering books you swear will fall apart just by the gleam in your eyes. History and intrigue  drip from the ceiling, lashing out at your curious mind and fascinated movements as you stand in awe in the immense world you have just fell into. Dark hallways that whisper and scream the ancient rituals of yesterday, capture your thoughts and dreams as you walk away inspired.
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