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Mar 2018 · 548
The crooner
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
When we parted,
it split my soul in two,
half of me was so in love,
the other half was through!
Sara~
Please. don’t talk about me when I’m gone,
Even if the things I said were wrong.
You know my heart was true and this love belonged to you,
So ~ please don’t talk about me when I’m gone.
When you’re feeling lonely, sad and blue,
You know this lonely heart belonged to you.
You know my heart was true and this love belonged to you,
So ~ Please don’t talk about me when I'm gone.
Dividing friends and acquaintances like property.
Mar 2018 · 294
Red Jake
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Summer *******, freedom song,
Lovely days how they have grown,
Sweet laughter, fishing song,
Ugly love is growing strong,
Red Jake my tale is long,
Love me honey, love me long,
Rubber shoes burn in the sun,
Hot mommas having fun
Clear blue skies with the summer breeze,
I hear the waves calling out to me,
Oh sweet blues by the sea,
Cool water lapping at my feet.
A montage made up of some of my previous poem titles
Mar 2018 · 6.0k
One in two
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
I’m unseen in the open,
I’m concealed in your town,
I’m veiled by your fears,
I’m hidden by your frown.
To change the way you view me,
You’ve got to see right through,
Recognise this soul is just another part of you;
One in two!
~
Recognise this soul,
Taste the poverty,
Feed my soul,
Set my spirits free.
Give me hope,
Compassion, dignity,
Hold me close,
Set my spirits free.

https://youtu.be/eNlBpXl7n84
Currently 51% of the world population is homeless!
https://youtu.be/eNlBpXl7n84
Mar 2018 · 176
The meaning of life.
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
We must tanscend the rules of our mathematical consciousness; for our perception of reality is incomplete.
By filling in the details with our minds eye, and expressing our souls, in search of a harmony and greater understanding, we become as one with our function in this seemingly infinite universe.
(No longer empty but replete)
Stop being fearful
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Two sleepy souls carried on the breeze, through lucid, epic, prophetic hopes and dreams; slowly drifting to the land of nod.
With pillow talk and our sheets for sails, we’ll storm the cotton midnight realms, and keep our simple craft afloat; with *** and love, and silly jokes;
before catching zZz’s with gods.


Dedicated to Pixie.
Laying in each others arms.
Mar 2018 · 685
Dead mans shoes
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Uncle Tom waltzed;
Dressed in a hat and tailcoat,
A cough and a sore throat,
He takes his coffee black.
A soothsayer that sings like a ***;
Bible in hand thumb strum, thump,
His soul hammers out ~
on a cheap plastic drum.

I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

Slow down Tom for the evenings long
And the sun an’t rising any time soon,
There’s not a dry eye in the house;
Just bells and bones and a waitress or two,
Whistling tunes that open doors;
I don’t want to be a wannabee !
but I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !

https://youtu.be/3ql04e9J_oI
Bought some old style shoes from a charity shop but they didn't fit my feet!, I walked a painful mile in them before dropping them off at another charity shop ! "Tom was written in black ink just inside the heals of the shoes.
Mar 2018 · 605
Rubber band
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
I feel funky,
I feel kooky,
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band.

It’s been spooky,
And at times a little kooky.
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band.

Sometimes boys will ask to play !
Sometimes girls will play away !
Funky !
Kooky !
Music with a rubber band!
Spooky !
Kooky !
Music with a rubber band!
I’ve been bold;
Making music with a rubber band !
Condoms, safe ***, poly-amorous precautions!
Song link below>>>
https://youtu.be/EOAoULyPM0I
Mar 2018 · 2.9k
The hot dog man
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
I’m the hot dog man!
x3
I put my sausage on your roll !
I put my sausage in your roll !
x2
Yeh!
I can go all night long;
Singing this crazy song,
Put my sausage on your roll,
I’ll put my sausage in your roll,
I’ll be your hot dog man,
You can be the hot dog stand,
I’ll put my onions on your roll,
Put my mustard in your hole.
Yeh!
I’ll be your jelly!
x3
I put my jelly on your roll !
I put my jelly in your roll !
x2
Yeh!
I can go all night long;
Singing this crazy song,
Put my jelly on your roll,
I’ll put my jelly in your roll,
I’ll be your jelly,
You can be my sweet confection Jenny,
I’ll put my sugar on your roll,
Put my cream in your hole.

I’m the hot dog man !
I’ll be your jelly !
I’m the hot dog man !
I’ll be your jelly !
Jenny !
Mucky food !
Mar 2018 · 4.6k
Palms of my hands
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Our worlds keep spinning; around and around!
Constantly spinning around!

When I was a child, I’d open my mouth and bite the moon,
When I was a boy, I’d lay my head within the stars,
And when I grew old, there was no place like home,
When I died, flowers grew from the palms of my hands.

When I was a star I sailed for a boy with a dream,
When I was a moon a child bit a chunk out of me,
And when I grew old, there was no place like home,
When I died, flowers grew from the palms of my hands.

Still our worlds keep spinning; around and around!
Constantly spinning around!
The cycle of life!
Mar 2018 · 1.9k
Swinger
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Some folks pluck a cherry and some folks poke a peach.
I like to choose the far out fruit that others fail to reach!
for~
I’m a *******;
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******;
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.

We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song and swing along with me.

I’m a *******;
I like to swing from tree to tree,
I’m a *******;
Would you like to swing with me?
We could go out on a limb, tie up Sue and Jim,
If you want to swing then come and swing with me.

Yeh!
We can swing all night and could swing all day;
Till the birds and bees come out to play!
Just sing this song!
and swing along
with me!
X
A cheeky ******* song!
https://youtu.be/62Twaodb0gI
Mar 2018 · 422
Gypsy waters
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
We sailed on a sloop with whiskey & jazz;
When a whale called closing time.
She sank to the bottom on a Saturday night,
So we took to the running tide.

Deep in the belly of the ocean,
We did what we could to survive,
Drank sweet water from a swordfish,
As we sang to the blue valentine.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

With a little wind and a lonely sky,
Gulls crying for the gypsy’s  on the water,
We followed the clouds both day and night,
Till we finally reached the boarders.

Now everybody’s going to row hard,
Everybody’s going to do what they can,
Everybody’s going to pull real hard,
To get this boat to the Promised Land.

To get this boat to the Promised Land.
To get this boat to the Promised Land.


Song at:
https://youtu.be/Y8ERzShVxwY
Poem dedicated to the memory of Dougal Robertson and his friends/family ~  from Leek in Staffordshire.
They were shipwrecked in the Pacific ocean: 1971 sank by a pod of killer whales ~surviving 38 days in a small dingy no casualties all six passengers survive chasing rain clouds  before being picked up by a Japanese whaler!
Mar 2018 · 236
Love yourself!
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
There’s no point sitting at home with a long face,
Trying to work out why,
Life’s dealt you the *** deal,
For now you’ve got this second time.

Step on up with a smile on your face,
Try and work out why,
The worlds began to shine on you,
For now you’ve got this second time.

You’ve got to love yourself !
Before anyone else can do !
Before anyone else should do !

There’s no point sitting at home with a long face
Trying to work out why,
Life’s dealt you the short straw,
For now you’ve got this second time,

Step on up with a smile on your face,
Try and work out why,
The worlds began to shine on you,
For now you’ve got this second time.

You’ve got to love yourself !
Before anyone else can do !
Before anyone else should do !
Love yourself!

Song at:
https://youtu.be/r3LYtI1Z2is
Mar 2018 · 262
Summer love
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Angel’s laughter,
Poppy’s in the rain,
Sweet and fragrant,
Somers game,
We gaze at blue skies,
The world passes by,
Birds singing
Bees buzz by.

I tickle your fancy,
You tickle mine,
We’re making love;
For the first time,
Fields of flowers,
Wild in the grass,
Thistles & clover,
Our heart’s beating fast.

Summer love
It won’t last.
Summer love,
We’re living in the past.
The seasons changing,
A little too fast for love!
...
Yes the seasons changing,
A little too fast for love!
Sumner love
Mar 2018 · 1.1k
Brother Jake
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
He’s got natural rhythm, a girl in a red dress, a suit of clothes, a hat and a silk vest,
A set of brogues, a packet of cigarettes, a 20 dollar bill with no regrets.
He’s got a fast mouth, a slick deck of cards, chequered blues and a V8 ford;
He’s got jazz, gospel, and ragtime too: a carpet bag and a jug for *****.
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik!
He’s got it, he’s got Jake,
His feet will roam from town to town.  
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik, Sheik!
He’s the devil with a ******* snake,
Your feet may never leave this town; not alive anyway!
For he’s on the board walk,
She’s on the board walk,
We’re on the board walk now!

He’s got mojo, see him switch and walk, a winning smile, a stick of chalk,
He’s a hot shot, man about town, his skin is sweet and his eyes are brown,
He’ll strut that rooster, beat them gums, take cash or cheque before she comes.
He’s got jazz, gospel, ragtime too, a carpet bag and a jug for *****.
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik!
He’s got it, he’s got Jake,
His feet will roam from town to town,  
Sheba, Sheba, Sheik, Sheik!
He’s the devil and no mistake
Your feet may never leave this town; not alive anyway!
For he’s on the board walk,
She’s on the board walk,
We’re on the board walk now!


Song Link: https://youtu.be/l5papPgYaBc
During the 1930's prohibition era: many drinkers acquired their liquor or moonshine from bootleggers; "Jake" was a popular liqueur distilled from Jamaican ginger extract containing more than 75% percent alcohol.
It  was known to caused severe damage to the nervous system and paralysis to the limbs and a common characteristic among Jake drinkers was a clumsy shuffle walk known as "Jake leg"
Mar 2018 · 9.2k
Love & obsession
Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
Esther
You"re on my mind
every second,
every minute,
every hour, of every day.

The way you look,
The way you smile,
The way you touch,
The words you say;

Simply takes my breath away
Smittenn,yearning, love, desire your always on my mind.
Ieternaly waiting..
Feb 2018 · 6.2k
Freedome
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Set us free

Rise up and step across those borders,
For together we must stand as one,
Put aside those old traditions;
Let us sing a song or freedom!

Every woman, every man,
Everywhere, throughout the land,
Sing out loud, your heart’s desire,
All five senses are on fire!

One voice, one heart, one soul,
One world, One Love, One Goal,
Let us sing in harmony!
Brothers!
Sisters!
1
2
3
Love
love
love
will
set
us
free!
A song of freedom  I was inspired to write this song after spending three days in Berlin and going to see Nina Hargen
Song link below
https://youtu.be/P67iCpx1tkg
Feb 2018 · 5.0k
Easy on the eye
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
I’ll be sitting on the fence;
until the cows come home,
You can steal my thunder,
and you can break my bones.
Blood is thicker than water
and you’re the apple of my eye,
you may steal my thunder,
but you're a blessing in disguise,
Because honey!
You're just so easy on the eye,
It’s true I’m shallow;
but you're so easy on the eye.
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you move,
I like the way you groove,
I like the way you scream,
I like the way you shout,
I like the way you spit, (Swollow)
I like the way you pout!
Because honey
You're just so easy on the eye,
It's trues you're a monster;
but you're so easy on the eye!
conceited, self image,  narcissistic
Feb 2018 · 560
Ugly
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
My wife is ugly,
So very ugly,
My wife is ugly,
But she’s my honey bee!

Every time I settle down,
She goes down town.
She strikes a pose,
And barks out orders,
Sets a light to troubled waters,
She’s my honey;
My sweet valentine!

When the boats a rockin’,
Don’t you come a knocking!
Don’t you come a rapping at my door!
For we’ll be body poppin’,
And just like Mary Poppins;
You’ll hear my honey,
Crying out for more!

Rough, tough and ugly;
She’s my honey bee!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
She’s got hairs between her toes!

My wife is ugly,
oh so very ugly,
Pig  ugly~
~She’s got teeth where her eyes should be!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
~She’s got things swingin’ between her knees!

My wife is ugly,
Oh so very ugly,
My wife is ugly~
But she will always be my sweet honey bee!


Song link below
https://youtu.be/WlpqVSOVwTA
I was watching Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends
and there was an episode on prostitution and so I wrote this!
Feb 2018 · 2.5k
My love has gone
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
My love don’t live here anymore.
My love don’t live here no more,
The body it has gone,
but the soul it lingers on.
My love don’t live here no more!

I hear your whisper in my ear,
I hear your whisper in me ear,
Though the body; it has gone,
The words they linger on.
I hear your whisper in my ear!

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.

No more trouble; no more strife row your boat to the shaw;
my love,
Take my hart and leave these tears,
i'll meet you in a lifetime,
and kiss you in that place called paradise.

Let me go, let me go, don’t you cry!
You’ll meet me on the other side,
You promised me a song,
let it be a gentle one,
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Hold me in your arms for one last time.
Meet me in that place some other time!
Dedicated to Ray & Tarita Martin two people I love with all my heart!
Song link below:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=CIUo-K0IoWQ
Feb 2018 · 724
Sweet shop
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Toffee suckers, lollipops; lick my lively Lemon drops.
Exotic fruits to tempt your tongue, sweet sugar, honey all night long;

You can **** on a candy cane and chase those blues away.
Or you can stick it in your pocket; or a save it for a rainy day.

Yes I sell ~

Salty lovers, cherry lips, tooty fruity, barely twists, to fill the mouth and fill the legs with pink & candy apple red.

You can **** on a candy cane and chase those blues away.
Or you can stick it in your pocket; or a save it for a rainy day.
(0)


Song link
https://youtu.be/2_LOaqde0Ok
back street sweet shop
Song link
https://youtu.be/2_LOaqde0Ok
Feb 2018 · 150
Heroin
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
The vapors fill my lungs my tubes, cut; harass me, like the patterns on the floor.
Coloured coils that weave the coiled cord that strings together; tie his values and his legacy ~ a genius descending his coordination; losing his purpose; his time.
My ******, my sweet ******, my lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free; my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.

People barren fruit so lost abused and misused the lie denies me; uncoordinated me the passers by the public, bathed in boredom weaving comfortably the flame; the final flame well the flame that could be final; that flame that could be final!
My lady likes to walk with me, but she an’t free, my lady likes to walk with me, hand in hand.
I wrote this nearly 30 years back with my friend Paul Rogers!
Watching friends waste precious time with drugs!
Feb 2018 · 7.2k
Poem for Don G
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

A tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

Breath out your life, then breath it in expanding endlessly.

The mother of creation, the atomic act, the divine self, a metaphor for hunger.

A life filled with space gaps, dust, prophecies and jars.

A universal love that's born of dreams and fallen stars!

The proprio-ceptive tools that launched the ships to voyage within ourselves.

To seek out that illusive and wilful spark within our hearts and souls.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.

In that tranquil place where times stood still for more than one eternity.

Meet me at the place where the sunrise and sunset are joined by the prettiest clouds.

Stretch out your limbs with Lotus hands and play the spoons for me.
Don G
Don G
I found a kindred spirit, perhaps there is a kindred place, somewhere nice that we could meet.
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Lief is flul of all srots of imprefections;
Nnoe of which shuold hnider uor ovreall msesaeg;
knidnses, preseverance and unedrstanding is hte kye.
It's a mixed up world.
Feb 2018 · 10.4k
The little wooden boat
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
'Twas all so beautiful a sight,
A long summers night; The sacred stars were burning bright about our mother moon.

The wind filled the sails above the waves, that sped us through the sailors tales, and brought us to a deep lagoon.

We cast our nets out far and wide, then watched them sink below the tide, which rattled out a tune for me and you.

We hauled aboard the silver fish, to fill our bellies and our fists, then set off home with seagulls squawking tunes.

The wooden boat now tied about the quay,
its tattered sail and rusty cleat,
gently tug and tug the rope upon the swell.

come to sea!
A little well used boat tied about a key
Feb 2018 · 1.5k
Lovemaking goo
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
We talk about equality, honesty and candor,
dream of unity between *** and gender,
Though men can be *******, uncouth and crude.

It’s not just men that express lude desires,
Women too light their own fires.

A world full of wankers!
all love making goo.
I shouldn’t say it! Why?
It’s still a social taboo!
Equality, honesty and candour !
Feb 2018 · 1.1k
Drunk horn blues
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Like a star struck fool, I sway beneath the moon,
I got those weary blues, coming home with me.

Aint got nobody in this world, to sing loves sweet melody,
O’ blues; sweet melancholy blues, you’re coming home with me.

As I lay my head on my pillow and I close my eyes;
I dream there’s another lying by my side,
And I pray to the stars above, that the world will send me love sometime!

And I cry!
Oh blues sweet melancholy blues you’re all alone with me!
Song link below:
https://youtu.be/InG1yKINxqM
Feb 2018 · 9.8k
Key lime pie
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Have a little slice of key lime pie; get down on your knees and get real high,
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Spank step, toe hop, cramp-shuffle, paddle and roll;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie.

Dig deep, riff-walk, clunk-click, scuff those feet;
Mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!

Soft shoe or metal tap on the heel or toe, get your shoes on honey here we go!

Tastes so good, tastes so neat,
it’s a sweet and salty treat!
'cause mamma’s gone and cut you a slice of key lime pie!
The oral tap dance

Song link below:
https://youtu.be/XrX0vDShlko
Feb 2018 · 544
Lovely beer
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Amber nectar, barley hops, liquid bread at beer o’clock.
Brown sugar, roasted grain, something to wash my troubles away; Lovely beer? , I love my beer!

Wet your whistle, ***** clogs, liquid lunch, hair of a dog.
beer goggles to oil the ****, this morning I woke up with a dog. ~ (Woof! ... Woof! ... Woof! ... Woof! ...) Lovely beer!

Wet your whistle, ***** clogs, liquid lunch, hair of a dog.
beer goggles to oil the ****, this morning I woke up with a frog. ~ (BRiBbBBIT! … BRiBbBBIT!) Lovely beer.
Beer! GBBF
Song link: https://youtu.be/dDuixqeoiq0
Feb 2018 · 1.1k
Nine days
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
No sweeter flower could give such a vacant stair in the grass on the bank and it hurt in the sun, when everything had so much meaning to the world that we spoke.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but flying was lying for with his hands held aloft he fell to the floor like a stone.
Now should he have given his wide open arms and grasped so tightly these leaves, when the flowers were lost and the petals were dreams that were blown in the cool autumn winds.
Touching her skin thought the man how to fly to the girl with the beautiful arms, but wanting to escape he held up both hands and said I’ve both feet on the ground today sensibly.
Senselessly the birds and the bees, they sung their song on and on!
Wrote this over 30 years ago
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
7 Harsh truths
(Advice for my kids, and anyone who struggles to let go)

1/ Stop showing up, where you're not wanted and hoping to be needed by someone you really like.

2/ Be brave and let go of the people who are not ready to reciprocate your love, or show little interest in you or your company.
(If they didn't see you coming, then they didn't see you at all!)

3/ Stop struggling with people who are not yet ready to change, you have a yearning to be understood, don't invest your energy's into troubled souls, or be fooled by the appreciation of the sycophants.

4/ Don't be sorry to let people go! set them free, and in time they may find their own calling

5/ There are billions of opportunities in life without the need for modification;
"Like finds like" so be true; and just get on with being you.

6/ A good job well done is where the beauty lies, and there's plenty of work to be done.
Find something you really enjoy, and do it for the rest of your life; time is short, so get on with it, and have fun with the destiny you deserve.

7/  Be both bold and polite; be that guy.
Advice for my beautiful children.
Feb 2018 · 473
Soggy bottom dew
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
Hot Jazz, subsonic blasts!
My whoopee cushions deflating fast!
Rumble squeaks, the but kazoo,
cheeky flappers 2 by 2!
So toot your horns and raise a glass,
for trouser dancing's such a gas!
At the soggy bottom dew.

(   )*(   )

https://youtu.be/iSGzMaSgws4
Farting is deemed undesirable!
Jan 2018 · 23.0k
The fool!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
I see you!
You’re a chancer, an unusual impulsive, persuasive & promiscuous soul; unconcerned with remorse or guilt!
You’ve created a life & career through crazy schemes and dreams!
You have a certain glib, superficial charm and an impressive sense of self-worth and I liked that; but not the drama.
If only you’d had the gumption to formally introduce me to the genuine you, without fear of rejection; you ****** fool!
X
A stark reminder of just how far you penetrated my heart & mind!
I have to remind myself that your hearts as cold as ice.
Jan 2018 · 46.2k
My sociopathic mistress.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Initially she began contacting me over the course of a year or so and increasingly over the last few months she started visiting me, helping me, caring for me and occasionally employing me in different ways.

She’d just had a break up a few weeks before, explaining that things hadn’t been right in the relationship for some time!

She presents herself as respectful, thoughtful, gentle, kind and considerate and after what seemed to be a very short length of time; unexpectedly declared that she had feelings for me; regarding love, admiration, desire and some other adventures.

She then began to bombarded me with love talk; occupying around 70% of my time gaining my trust, I was swept off my feet; she took a great deal of interest in me, learning everything about me, what I liked, where I would go, always asking what I was thinking feeling, how she could help and I was flattered and she was charming, though a little awkward at times.

As our friendship grew she started sharing her back story, including some tragic life experiences; she vilified her past lovers, and ex-partners and branded them as crazy, or bitter liars and troubled souls; slowly gaining my sympathy, whilst securing my allegiance, and keeping me on side; keeping me close; drawing on my compassion loyalty & trust!

During intimate moments she would sometimes seem a little awkward, false, over enthusiastic or a little insincere, and I made allowances for this given my knowledge of her backstory.
Re: (tragic events & experiences)

She began to choose and buy me clothes; outfits, take me shopping, gradually altering my outward image and appearance.

She introduced me to her friends; but was careful to keep me and them at arms-length, I realise (((Now))) that she was building an alternative profile of me in their minds and that the people she introduced to me rarely exhibited the behaviors or characteristic that I was led to expect.

She soon started to embroil me in her own rituals and compulsive behavior's, explaining that tasks needed to be performing in very specific ways to prevent her getting distressed!

She made many promises : ‘The hook’ It was my expectation i.e. waiting for some of those promises to materialise, that kept me hanging on the hook; As this increased her control and I think exited her too.
(Next to none of her promises came to fruition!)

She gradually had a hand in almost every aspect of my life i.e. my home, my work, my friends, family, my finances, the way I dressed, the food I ate and many other things besides, much of which I didn’t realise until our relationship was finally over. and I was left empty.
(In every way)

She often took immense pleasure in duping, individuals or companies out of something through theft, shoplifting, or getting something for nothing, a profiteer, a chancer!

To question or challenge her authority would result in seeing her facade slip and watch her decline into meltdown. It's at that point, she would lose composure, and I would see her irrationality come to the fore; revealing the real person underneath; childish, contrived and very fragile; It’s as if control is the glue that holds her together, without it she just falls apart, during this time she can’t be consoled and it’s impossible to calm this escalating situation; in fact; at this point that she would attempt to regain control by ‘gas-lighting’ me, she would distort the truth; re: who said what; in an attempt to damage my self-esteem, to make me question my own mind, my words, my intention and any actions, apportioning blame, pointing fingers, making me feel guilty, use rejection, or using hurt, sorrow, tears, shame and even threaten liable or legal action, and then use *** to pacify or regain control over me and my actions.

These episodes would appear often; though irregular and without provocation, I would always be deemed at fault!
I found silent compliance was less stressful than engaging in discussion.    

She never took responsibility or made any apologies for her conduct.

She would set me tasks, and go out a lot, and lie or bend the truth, as to where she had been; I never once challenged this behaviour!

When the relationship was finally deemed over; I was both devastated and relieved.

I began to see my new position in the cycle; as she immediately begin to vilify me in order to give credence to her new backstory, I felt very confused, disorientated and emotionally fraught, shell shocked! questioning, how much of our relationship was true and how much was a lie? For everything I thought I knew was now knitted together with a very complex web of loyalties, lies and half-truths.

Her pattern of repetitive and controlling behaviors have seemingly remained unchanging throughout all her relationships;
(I was covertly contacted by many of her previous partners and various other casualties since leaving her, and they offered shared many familiar experiences.

Within two weeks of being apart (ostracised) she informed me that she had fallen in love (And that my replacement) some-one she admires, someone kept just within the circle, a mutual acquaintance and she even thanked me for bringing them together.

My assumption is that: The grooming of her new lover will have commenced some time ago; her M.O. (Her pattern of behaviors, her techniques have remained fixed.)

She’s incredibly self-conscious, her biggest fear is that other people will find out about her true demeanour, as her image and appearance is everything to her. She's afraid that people will shun her for being so very, very different.
She is a wolf, that’s not to say she is a malevolent creature par-say; she is awesome, beautiful and beguiling in many ways, but you don’t want to be pray.

Full circle:
I too have joined the ranks of the discredited; labelled a liar, troubled, bitter and crazy; she contacted members of my, family, friends and some fellow musicians; and a few folks shared some of these conversations accusations with me.)
I suspect that she may even attempt to vilify me with authorities or threaten some form of legal action; as she has to other lovers in the past.

Despite everything I'm still drawn to her charismatic boldness, her awkward ****** power, her intelligence, and so…I have blocked all means of contact to curtail my own almost pathological interest, for despite everything that’s transpired, her lies, her infidelity, her deceit and appalling behaviour, I'm still drawn, intrigued, bewitched, beguiled by the person hiding underneath the façade.

Now the dust has finally settled; I’ve somehow remained sound of mind.

I don’t feel guilty or loyalty anymore; I’m aware that I’ve been manipulated into thinking and acting in ways that don’t truly represent my character; and that I’m just one of many people seduced by a sociopath; (((another natural human variant)) a person devoid of empathy for others, an entity that’s developed a narrow set of skills and mirroring behaviors, that allows her to blend into mainstream society in order to feel safe, secure and in control.

She would have preferred to keep me hanging on, like many other dependents, adding me to the hareem; a bank of beguiled individuals that she occasionally calls upon to perform simple tasks, or perhaps to monitor and re-assess her clever handwork.

The last time we met she opened with nervous politeness and finished with pleasure and veiled cruelty.
I left feeling drained, uncomfortable and quite fazed.

I’ve written this diary account to help further understand what had transpired during this complicated relationship.
(I’ve published it here with no names, because I think it’s worth understanding, it’s not a warning or a vengeful act.

In any case, Her next lover will ignore any pre-warnings as just bitter ramblings, as most individuals are driven by the natural pursuit of love, which consists of caring intellectual loyalty, *** and romance rather than following advice of some seemingly bitter ex. ( And rightfully so)

Good kind or exciting people further enhance the image and status of a sociopath and they will orbit your small shiny star, tapping into your  valuable energy before  slingshotting into a larger, more attractive orbit of a lager star.
Sadly love, *** and desire is simply a tool for manipulation and gain, it's all about prestige.

I wish her well, like every creature.

Expect high drama.
She loves to watch you come unstuck
Jan 2018 · 155
Lumps!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Lumps!
I fear that my ***** are infected with a cancer that love can’t resolve!
Finding lumps!
Jan 2018 · 286
La passion S*r*
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Amour fou,
Une voix pleine de désir,
Comme l'appel d'une sirène,
Comme l’appel du vide;
l’appel du videis,
Je suis à vous.

Je t'embrasse doucement;
comme si j'embrassais ton sexe,
Je cherchez la femme,
Mon Ventre à terre,
Peau comme de la soie,
nos bouches pleines de passion
~ et de vin,
l’esprit de l’escalier!

Je taime !
Passion, crazy love, a voice full of desire, like the call of a siren; like the call of emptiness, the call of the void. I'm yours! I kiss you gently like I kiss your ***, I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine, the spirit of the stairs, I love you!
Jan 2018 · 136
The BIG 0
Jan 2018 · 15.2k
Accounting problems solved
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Acknowledge that we are each our own common denominator!
The sum of all our parts, brought to account !




The book stops with us!
Blame & passing the book!
Jan 2018 · 2.7k
Black dog
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Black dog Jan 2018
I spend all my hours crying and crouching in dark despair, consumed by self-pity; neither living nor dead, my mind poisoned by grief, ruined, undone, bitter and broken; my love wrenched from me.
My dream smashed into a billion pieces.
I'm finally ready to embrace the black dog with all its teeth and fury, fearless, numb, exhausted, done.
I'll gladly drink down the bitter pills to end this state of loss; to spread my flesh, to let the cold waters draw me down; with pockets full of stones, anything to stop this intolerable feeling!
I am nothing but empty!,
I’m sick and tired and at the end!
And for those that may remember just how retched a soul I had become; I pray and pray; that I am soon completely forgotten.
Confused, broken, desperate place, dark, suicidal
Jan 2018 · 292
The praying mantis S*r*
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Her outward appearance is everything, though inwardly self-conscious.

She thrives on compliancy and  agreeability, any challenge; any question is a criticism! and she will take it to heart!

Each and every word has specific meaning, so don't use them loosely, for every one will be accounted for!

There will be less pleasure in words, you will not dare to speak, and then you will begin to lie!

You will feel the need to prove your love, but you will not be worthy! and this is the price you must pay!

Lured to lose your head and *** to a sticky end, then abandoned as dead wood, or as a bad lot!
Love, Control,
Jan 2018 · 1.6k
Vanity
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
"Vanity It’s simply breath!”
Our earthly life with its simple pleasures,
May offer up some token treasures,
Lipstick, fever red, and not to subtly applied,
Hides the nature of your smile,
Simple wisdom eludes vanity,
Though both the wise and foolish end in death.
So why worry ?
Just be you!
Vanity
Vanity is an excessive self-regard, It's exaggerated pride, a mask, a means to self-publicizing, a synthetic life...
Some people choose makeup and others choose Facebook, but we all come to the same sticky end sooner or later.
I'd like to see you, just  you with all the layers taken off !
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Beware for the hooks that reel in small colourful delicate fish, are destined to cast them back out to sea; in the hope of attracting something a little more palatable.
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Relationship suddenly ended I'm instantly homeless, broken, abandoned, pennyless. ***?
It's often difficult for a tiny colourful soul to be valued in this sea of plenty.
Jan 2018 · 232
Love S*r*
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Together we would scheme and we'd, walk and we'd play.
We'd talk and we'd pack all life's troubles away
Then we would gaze at the stars and you'd say.
I love the bones of you
love.



A chorus for Sr

Song link:
https://youtu.be/gOovsOv7Yq0
Sometimes you're a real ****** S*r*, why gaslight me?
Just except that you can be loved for you!
Jan 2018 · 1.0k
A slave to freedom
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
'A slave to freedom'

We watched you sail; take to the sea in a rubber boat.
Take to troubled waters; and do your best to stay afloat.
So many lost souls, in the deep blue Aegean Sea.
The waters gently whisper, come and stay with me.

And as you slip below the waves; we wave goodbye;
It’s money verses conscience and so goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!
Then every eye watched you struggle to the shore,
We watched you knock, and knock, and knock, upon closed doors.

Another immigrant “a slave to freedom”
A nations money verses conscience; except on Sundays!
We may offer prays as an act of sympathetic generosity,
But won’t shoulder the burden like Simon!
So Back! Back! Let's not rock the boat!
I wrote the following poem, after watching thousands of terrified Syrian refugees, struggle to cross the Aegean Sea; rowing away from tyranny in rubber boats, only to find their neighbors pushing them back...

I believe the utopia we are all striving for will not be rooted in economics, but in solidarity, kindness and love.

During this time I spoke to a vicar who stated that there simply isn't enough money or room for these survivors in the UK.
(Where was her faith? when we needed it?)
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
From Alan Lomax to the commercial art and now the money machine.

At the turn of the century; when sound recording 1st became available to the masses, recording a song was an opportunity for folk to reach out; and tell the world something up front and personal.
It meant that people were able to put themselves on “The record” A way of leaving a permanent audio statement, an epitaph, an audio sound bite immortalising ~ life, mood, emotion captured and bottled for all eternity.
(A medium that conveyed messages from artists and storytellers of all kinds)

A recording was also a great addition to "The family album" something more tangible, a window to a real person, with a real life, a message and a point of view; a legacy, a blast from the past.
Few people expected sound prints to be re-designed, homogenised, formulated, copied, repackaged and that art and the message would be played over and over again by new artists in the form of "cover music" or that the style of the messages would become secularized, seperated into distinctive groups, or constrained by an elite clique or commercial genre.
Labelling and streamlining art & music mostly benefits the commercial art & music industry; and no longer the artists and creators.

I've no problem with good business, or the multi-billion pound industrys that have gained commercial success.

However the process of mass homogenisation, product synthesis, marketing, streamlining and then packaging fashion, sound and synthetic culture to sell a product, leaves very little room for creative people to just be creative.

A medium originally open to many for self expression, a historical record, an archive, a voice, a personal message;
Is now just a vehicle for advertising and perpetuating a genre of nonsense, so much so that there is now more white noise immortalised than messages.

To re-cap ~ I Think that creativity and expressionism; like story telling conveys moods and messages from the present and past!
Artists and musicians should have the opportunity to create and produce more information than they copy; thus creating a richer more colourful tapestry, whilst not devaluing the message of their predecessors!

Purcy Flaherty.
From Alan Lomax to the commercial music machine.
A culture of cover singers, blinkered snobbery and the hermetic music industry !
Jan 2018 · 475
The love in my lust.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
The cruelty of loves sting, penetrating the hearts of the deep and doubtful; longing to be whole both in love and in life.

You’re the gin in my tonic,
The taste in my mouth,
The fire in my belly,
The north in my south.

The wind in my sails,
The silk in my thread,
The tear in my eye,
The sheets on my bed.

You’re the sun in my day,
The days of the week,
The D in desire,
The tongue in my cheek.

The space on my page,
The gold in my dust,
You know who you are!
The love in my lust…

And together we would scheme and we'd, walk and we'd play.
We'd talk and we'd pack all life's troubles away.
Then we would gaze at the stars and you'd say.
I love the bones of you love.
I love the bones of you love.


Song link: https://youtu.be/gOovsOv7Yq0
And together we’d scheme and we’d walk and we’d play,
We’d talk and we’d pack all life’s troubles away,
And then we would gaze at the stars and you’d say,
I love the bones of you love.
Jan 2018 · 472
Hydron accelerator.
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Hydron accelerator

Dreamers harness air, water, earth and fire in search of more missing elements.
The gravity of the question; the small mater of the multiverse; will continue to reveal nothing solid.

So save your energy! and simply sit within the gas, the liquid and the plasma, for the answer to our universe has always echoed from within, it's just be kind to everything!
All the elements are here, The fifth element to the 55th
#42
Jul 2017 · 12.0k
In and out the closet.
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2017
I was just in the closet July 1988
Not a word was said; 'sept a couple of whispers and an obvious desire to ****!
Mop buckets, the heat, and the stink of her *****,
Petulant hands and harsh fingers as staggered breaths tell a tale;
knickers and pants half pulled down,
Hard truths pushing through,
I had to **** her from behind,
Very confined, quick, clumsy, ******, release.
We both staggered out;  her mate was much older and waiting outside, bold as brass, she looks me up and down all tough and barks assertively "i'm next!" and **** I was back in the closet 1988
Two brazen cleaners take turns with the new boy in the closet in 1988 extract from my diary.
Jul 2017 · 2.3k
S*r*
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2017
Your eyes sparkle,
Your lips smooth like silk,
Pink peaks,
Your body speaks,
Anticipation swells,
Delicate to the touch.

The pulse quickens,
You smell so good
Little sounds,
Our hearts pound
Fold me in your arms,
It’s not just a poem.

It’s love.
It’s not just a poem it's infatuation

— The End —