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ME
I look within and try to find a soft and caring place,  I feel so cold no feeling there deceit is on my face. there is no shock or sadness there, my heart it seems so bare , sympathy or tenderness I search it everywhere.  yet I outward will contradict with words i say and write, and utilize what others feel somehow it don’t seem right. What is it and who am I who hath no tears to cry, is my heart true made of ice and long since it has died??
there is no love but nor is hate within me does reside, an emptiness a vacuum, of life it is devoid. yet i function normally in fact exceptionally,  maybe just unwritten plans that i was meant to be. I’m not cruel nor am i soft, i’m somewhere in between, i can be cold but normally the nicest you have seen. am i ****** a bit deranged i really do not know, but sanity does normally abide inside of me. i do not worry nor be stressed when i do think of me, as  i am then what  i am is who, i will always  be
be
be self critical but don’t beat yourself up, be self confident just not too much. be compassionate know when’s enough, strict in control but never too tough. be understanding but do not be fooled, let each moment be the life school. be somebody’s shoulder they can lean on,be like the boulder support and stand strong. use the past as a guide to help you along,but you will get lost if you look back too long. do what you can and live for today, pay no mind to what others say, rumours will die they will go away, just work on yourself and you will be ok!
starting off minimal with syllables and nominal phenomenal optimal flow, decibels in treble
voice a growl i speak low!!
enticing exciting inviting poem writing, i’m a little devil a pen is my trident!
verbally undress you i possess in excess the finesse and prowess, impressed? i digress it’s a mess i confess, this syntax a test.
with a verse it gets worse i go first and i burst spitting out words.
a maniacal search overpower your church making your mind freeze then stutter and lurch.
not meaning you harm it’s all about charm, tickle your ear like a tongue it’s so warm.
i shall mesmerize double cross up your eyes sensual rhyme is like touching your thighs. these lines are like whips spew honey from lips getting attention like hands on your hips. here am i now you’re hearing me how weaving my crown breaks everything down, get ready to bow
on your knees low get ready to go i ain’t no charles dickens or ed allan poe.
prepare to be knighted mentally flipped and uprighted, who just upended you lefted and righted lift your eyes up here then you know  that i did!!
let’s try this again cause girl your my friend turn it around begin from  the end, get up and then stand then give me your hand you can now tell me that  i am the man


show me, what you can do please
dedicated to women who find the right one
i’m putting you on a pedestal on this special day
let me start off now as i have a lot to say.
this is all devoted to a mom who’s full of love
a gift as such was surely from the heavens up above
the gentle ever-caring one you are my snow white dove
tenderness forgiveness and compassion you are of.
here i am being self aware an adult on my own
because of you i made it here your care for me was shown
as i grew you were always near i never was alone
where you were is the place that always felt like home
i saw you smile and heard you laugh, i remember when you  cried
no matter what how hard it was you always, always  tried.
you worked so hard hand washed my clothes, and hung them out to dry
in winter froze you walked outside, took these cold clothes off the line.
there never was a holiday for you my dear loved one
keep the house clean and kids fed, the work was never done
you continued the tasks each day, while others had their fun
always taken for granted and this is every mom.
every person reading this would not be here today,  if not by birth the sacrifice was by all mothers made, so from the sweetest part of each heart we all humbly say....thank you mom for everything and a happy mother’s day
the garden of life is all the people, collector of crops, the grim reaper. each dawning day gets to twilight,  ready’s the sharp, razor-like scythe. he stands at ready for the next swath, following each in their own path. every moment and each hour, the glint of his blade show’s its power.day or night or summer and fall. you can crouch, or stand proud and tall, the grim reaper get’s us all!!
i bring disorder chaos is me, hurricane force a cyclonic tornado
the eruption is obvious, my words are volcanos.
hot like lava flowing outward,
tearing up your life like a jumbled crossword.
your peace i hate and is my nemesis, happiness and sadness what an antithesis.
i sow negative your mind is my garden, soft caring hearts i work to harden.
cancerous and rotten right to the core, you say stop it, i give you more.
my dedication to every nation to be consternation-irritation mass subjugation.
a lie to make truth be spit out sour, every single second 24 hours, destroy what’s right set fire to flowers!
divide what is peace and i prefer sooner...what am i you ask, i reply
“RUMOUR!!”
the slice

there’s a storm that rages, deep inside my  brain.
through my life’s ages, should i try again?
thoughts are spinning like a tornado, hurricane force, mind twisting i know!
contradiction i wear like a  coranado, no confusion nor doubt do i show!
standing sure looking so defiant, so many years without a confidant!
looking back sometime in the past, thinking that it will always last! time blew by us too **** fast, revealing youth as a temporary mask!!
sometimes old scars need to be revealed, only then they become properly healed!
take the knife which is truth and honesty, run the blade slowly and deeply across me!
i may truly own and desire propensity, to reopen old wounds that lay beneath me!
there is a story i want to hear, how things are good and  happiness works!
revelations i now invite near, do you live as unhappiness lurks?!
it wasn’t me, nor was it you, somewhere here, is hidden our truth! unwise choices speaking in voices loud in your psyche, causing confusion mentality shaky!
still your self-esteem suffers much old pains, there’s always a way to fix things again!!
take knife of truth cold as ice, here is my heart get ready to slice!!
sometimes we do need to look in the past
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