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Sometimes my best poems
Are better left unsaid,
Forgotten in my memory
For the rest of you
To read in me.
Everyone has the right to love
To be loved, and return that love
But, love can sleight and bite
It can destroy and toy
with affections.
Love can be seen as a parasite
squirming and worming
inside your heart.
Yet love has lied, and died
a thousand times before
no one closes the door on love.
Love excites ignites and
copyrights by candlelight
it's insidious need to feed.
It expedites appetites
It recites to you words wanted,
needed to be heard
Love leaves you flushed,contrite,
full of spite
Yet ready to ignite and incite
the next entwined pair of parasites.
© JLB
Love is in the air
Darkening as i smoke
Like the smog i breathe
When i choke...
Kicked in the head
Roses in a vase
Left out for dead
When i see her face...
When the sun is dark
And the hour is late,
Love will be your arc
Not bias, nor hate.
When everyone has gone
And turned is the back of fate,
Love lives on
Not bias, nor hate.
When God is dead
And life isnt straight,
Keep love in your heart, and your head
Not bias, nor hate
The great river is blue
Like the rain, God's tragic blue tears
The river is sorrow's slave
Blistering rage, and nihilist fears
Burning hate, and painful tears
I hang at dawn...
But does that undo any wrongs?
Tick tick tick, tick tock, tick tick, clock
Wicked mind you hold the hour
Does my mind have the power?
Clock tick tick tick
...where was i when god had shown
How to make a happy home...
Lie in bed no sleep will come,
Have some peace and then its gone...
Clock was a song originally performed by the American metal band coal chamber this poem also uses anorher coal chamber song called my frustration
This poem is just to spread their words and emotions tied in both songs
Funny thing about time is it isnt real,
There is no then or before
There's just now, like a wheel,
Now is constant but always moving,
And the funny thing about time,
There's always more
Because it's all now, over and over again
So no pressure, because time,
Won't ever end...
Everyone knows a poem must rhyme,
A common accepted fact,
No doubt about that,
Slant rhymes and word play is fine...
But i hate reading poems that dont,
End in a rhyme.
Oh how i hate school,
Played like a fool, society's tool,
Oh how i hate schools
With all the people and their stupid rules,
Oh how i hate school
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