Bitter dreams - Hello Poetry

May 2014

Poetic T

A
Lie
Is
A
Truth
Wishing to be set free...

May 2014

Poetic T

I am the embodiment of all
things good and trustworthy,
I have a devilishly seductive
smile.

Come on you know you can
trust me, look in to my eyes,
there hypnotizing wouldn't
you say.

''yes I understand''

You know what to do, just sign
on the dotted line, repayment in
ten years then you owe what is mine.

'' I'll sign so it can be mine''

Sign in red on the dotted line,
as he smiles with a raised eyebrow
the deal nearly sealed, you can
trust me, as the black feather tip
scratches across the line.

I am the embodiment of all things
good and trustworthy, he says
and the deal is done, devilishly
he smiles, see you in ten years,
trust me ill back now the deal is done....

May 2014

Poetic T

Never Judge

Some times people read a
book by the cover, they judge
by what is on the outside.

Never taking time to open it
to read a page or two, and
then realize that the cover
has changed along with there
view.

Always read a little before
you judge, for to many judge
a book by the cover of
the book before opening
it up.

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Pride (Latin,Superbia, Greek, Hubris)

Pride, personified, Satan.
Lucifer's pride his desire to compete with God
his fall from Heaven, and his resultant transformation into Satan.

Pride personified, but what of us, the humans,not Angels
What pride are we guilty of?
The original and most deadly of the seven.

The original and most serious of the seven deadly sins,
the source of the others
Pride is sometimes viewed as excessive or as a vice.

Pride, Dante's definition was "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbour", but
Pride involves exhilarated pleasure and a feeling of accomplishment.

What accomplishment?
That one is better than others?
Our social and economic standing?

Our supercilious ego's?
A better house? The pride that comes with snobbery?
Our arrogance at believing in only ourselves?

Yet, through negativity,positivity can come of pride,
results from satisfaction with meeting personal goals;
Family, friends, education.

Amplified and multiplied, pride
takes a satisfied place in all our hearts.
A complex secondary emotion.

The first and strongest emotion being love
Love cannot be prideful
Yet, pride comes before a fall.

And we as humans fall in love

© JLB

One definition of pride in the first sense comes from St. Augustine: "the love of one's own excellence".In this sense, the opposite of pride is either humility or guilt.

#sin #pride #deadly

May 2014

Poetic T

To Take Along The Way

You are going on a journey,
one never to forget, but don't
fear you will not be alone.

You take with you friendship
and love, parts given freely
by everyone.

You have touched so many
with out knowing, you have
friends that will remember
you, when the clock stops
and you are gone.

You are never alone, please
know that, for when you decide
its time, when the time comes.
Know that you have not gone
alone.

You take with you a piece of
love and friendship from each
of us, to where ever your journey
takes you, know that you do not
go alone...

A friend is terminal less than one week, so I wrote this..

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Bloodlust

My body temperature rises like the moon.
Odd that the sun is the symbol of heat,
yet, most heat is felt at night.
Subtlest of sighs and I am undone.
Buttressed and encompassed by you.
I want to bite, nibble, peck at your neck
Like an artist with granite I want to carve into you
I crave you, I want to market our practiced need.
Subtle yet lulled, our lust will be boundless.
Founded on our need to keep our word.
We together are a force, a natural force.
Unreserved, unobserved, unconcerned
I allow you to flood into me.
Hazily, I am drawn to the figure on the floor,
we swore no more, but the thrill of the slow ****,
allows us to be enthralled, exhilarated, liberated.
The moon wanes, the body grows cold, we soar
as we clean the gore.
We swear 'nevermore' but are we just Poe's distraught
lovers, falling into madness?
The madness of the bloodlust, ******.

© JLB
Killer Couples: Love and lust are among the most powerful of emotions, but when a joint thirst for violence is thrown into the mix, it creates the ultimate lethal cocktail.

#lust #*** #madness #******

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Ira (Wrath)

Hate not blood course through my veins
I want to laugh in your face, when you feel the pain
My fury is my story not yours to tell
Mine to yell, demonstrate, remonstrate
Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that provokes feuds that go on for centuries.
Wrath persists long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. But, wrath is mine to feel, to touch, to taste.
Feelings of anger impatience, revenge, and lividity.
Wrath is allowing my revenge, call it self-destructive, call it
bad behaviour, my sin of wrath is directed internally toward me.
Suicide, deemed as the ultimate, albeit tragic, expression of hatred directed inwardly, a final rejection of God's gifts.
But,you made me angry so it's you I reject.
When cold tempered steel,
meets hot vengeful blood

© JLB
Dante described vengeance as "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite". In its original form, the sin of wrath also encompassed anger pointed internally as well as externally.

#sin #anger #rage

May 2014

Poetic T

Black Butterfly

They call me evil, but I am in you,
cocooned till I am released, the
trigger is in you. It just needs that
incident that something, to give
birth to me within you.

I am like a butterfly of darkness,
my wings are spreading releasing
the evil within. I couldn't do these
things with out you, but you are not
alone, everyday I am released to do
the unspeakable.

Some have regret with what was
done, while others soak it up and
use it as a strength within.

Those others do not understand
that I am evil within, for I may
sleep to the grave. But in most I
am in some ways released, and
the black butterfly will once again
spread its wings within.

#evil #darkneess

May 2014

Poetic T

Live Once

Never surrender never give
up, fight for it tooth and nail
for it is too precious to give up.

There are those that wish to
take it, but never let them get
to close, it can be lost in a heart
beat, then it stops.

One day it will be lost, but until
then live it like it needs to be, it
is a must, we only have a limited
time of existence, we only have
one life, use it well for one day we
are life, the next we are dust.

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Luxuria (Lust)

My hunger for you never wanes
your, smell, touch, look send me aflame
my lips bruised after being crushed by yours
my thirst quenched by drinking you in,
my need as robust as your thrusts,
my cravings, like a ****** in need of a fix.
Immersed in you, luxuriating in you,
knowing you, has starved and saved
my soul.
Amongst the smell of lust and lechery
Dante watches, he watches my soul.
Purgatorio, penitent I walk within flames to purge myself of lustful thoughts and feelings.
Dante's Inferno. Souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane winds, I feel the wind at my back. Howling.
A symbol of my own lack of self-control to my lustful passions
in this my earthly life.
Just be with me when we are judged, together we can prove our
Love

#love #sin #lust

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Sleep

I'm sleeping, dreaming, suffering sensory deprivation
Inhibited, relaxed, circadian rhythms coursing through
REM, renewing cells, awaiting the terror of the night.

I wake, here you come, slowly, announcing your presence
Until you stand over me
I cannot move, immobile

I cannot scream, mute
I cannot fight, struggle or defend
I feel you, looming above me

Thrashing will only alert you to my knowing of you
I calm my breathing, relax my posture, think of the coming sun
Advertising my lie that I know you are here.

You lean forward I smell your foul, fecund hot breath
Your infertile want of me by you, but I want him
You are not him

Slowly, you pull the sheet down
I remain still,knowing that you do not exist
A memory of long ago, of my helplessness

He, is asleep beside me unaware of you
Of your torment night after night
I want him to turn in his sleep

To face me, take me into a lover's knot
Show you my tormentor that you failed
Failed when I was 18, and will fail now I'm 39

But, he sleeps the sleep of the innocent
You keep trying, night after long night
And, I will keep eluding you.

#fear #horror