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Noel Billiter Sep 2018
I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold
The universe returns to us in gold
That fairytales and nursery rhymes
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in
And karma it seems is a comedian
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other
As usual jumped in the shower
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene
Like laws of nature or earths gravity
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path
It seems to follow when it comes back
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek
You thought was funny as a sketch
Brought to life would pose a threat
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
Mr. handsome stranger
He’s coming after
Desperate like a last request
Frantic delusional lunatic
Unhinged fragile losing what’s left
Self serving sadomasochistic
Easy on the eyes but doesn’t quite fit in
Playing it cool in social situations
His intelligent banter he claims as his own
With somewhat smart comebacks he practiced at home

Trying so hard that the sweat beads down
Onto his stressed wrinkled furrowed brow
the stories he skillfully misdirected  
Carefully darting  unwanted questions
Mr. Indiscreet can’t blow his cover
Disarm the girl of his unrealistic dreams
How quite average and normal he can be

Mr. Stalker walks over to the Girl
works up the courage and talks to her
Strikes up a witty conversation
With his movie star smile and education
Using the words that he pre rehearsed
Says all the right things and compliments her
Looking past his rather peculiar behavior
And when politely asked gives up her number

He rings her up the very next day
With a romantic scenic picnic date
Under the shade of a lush green tree
Upon a blanket with wine and cheese
Playing the part of the handsome boyfriend
Gains her full trust and faith in him

Joking in a effort to make her laugh
To put her at ease and follow his plan
Jealous of her ex boyfriends
Knowing their names and full address
And when he drops her off at home
Tracks and follows her every move
Knows all her weekly kept routines
Threatens and blackmails all her friends
Studies everyday mundane errands
Unaware of his decent into madness
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
You’re screaming at me through the kitchen door
I’m not quite as pretty as the one before
Her ripped blue jeans keep staring at me
In trouble again for the way I clean

The neighbors complain every time we fight
And I’m not quite sure if I ever was right
He won’t throw away her **** blue jeans
Got the ghost of his ex in the house with me

You beg every time for another chance
Say you will change and be a better man
Can’t count the times that I’ve forgiven
Your endless lies and promises broken

Finally lit a match to those jeans of hers
Cracked a smile as I watched them burn
The flames turned a pretty shade of red
Almost the color of my favorite lipstick

Gathered my things and heard you shout
Mean angry words that I tuned out
Caught the first ride and waved goodbye
To those **** blue jeans and my old life
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
November cold
December snow
January is my least favorite
February deep regret
March is very sad and lonely
April I was still in mourning
May I always forgive myself
June I put him on a shelf
July is when I began to smile
August made it all worthwhile
September taught me to move on
October skies and long walks
November I felt like me again
December ended and I began
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
He may look like you or me
As he walks down your friendly street
Casually starts a conversation
Never knowing his evil motives

You will nod and strangely agree
to things you thought you didn’t believe
He will befriend you and ****** your mind
You’ll slowly change and compromise

One day he will knock upon your door
And  walk right in and he’ll ask for
a friendly wager if you’re interested
Your hearts desire anything you wish

Greed gently tempts with untold riches
He promises you your 3 wishes
How fortunate you think your fate
And what a deal you think you made

You take a breath and close your eyes
A billionaire a mansion and nice ride
He folds his arms and makes it appear
now it’s my turn you suddenly here

Greed and lies rules this Djinn
And his freedom he tricks you in
The magic fades and slowly rust
All your gold will turn to dust
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
Short sided half blinded
Slight of hand and I’m reminded
Tricks hidden up his sleeve
As well as the Ace of diamonds
always ready for the next  show
As it must go on as we all know
Well suited half cocked fully booted
Well dressed and nicely suited
mischievous clever handsome gent
More confidant than the president
Well worded heavy handed compilments
Flow like honey from his lips
Sparkling smile and sinister grin
witty banter and articulate speech
Each magic trick a selfish greed
To trip you up and slow your speed
Prepared illusions well practiced form
precisly metered and preformed
Perfected evil and aptly staged
To keep you fooled and entertained
Noel Billiter Sep 2018
In the back seat of my car
Strumming on a borrowed guitar
Then drive down to the bar
Drank some beers and smoked cigars
Pretended not to be
Ourselves just for a week
Had some fun at their expense
Sipped champagne and burned inscence
Talked for hours on my bed
Watch the sunrise  made breakfast
Cruised the streets of our hometown
Turned the radio up loud
Got lost on purpose in some crowd
Lost our phones lost track of time
Decided that was fine
Crashed out on someone’s couch
As we faded in and out
Woke up and saw that is was dark
So we headed out to see the stars
And as we planned our trip to mars
Daring to dream and fearless so far
Along the way made some friends
Crashed into a Mercedes Benz
Walked for miles came back home
Told no one of that night we owned
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