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i am the miracle boy
i spoke the day i was born
and had a full set of teeth
i'm the one that the crocodiles fled
i tell you this but not in jest
i brought down a Boeing 747
with a single shot of my sling
the sun winked an apology for daring to be hot
i did  not fancy wiping a sweaty brow
with that fancy white handkerchief of mine
the symbol of a heart i broke under a moonlit sky
i'm the one whose wardrobe tailors die to fit out
i'm every woman's peculiar heartbreak
and every man's litany of sad tales of loss
i walked through fire and up a wall like an ant
i marched through a hail of bullets but none touched me
when i pass by all the girls rush to have a glimpse of me
this beautiful mother's boy with charm too much to fight
i have gone into bars and made patrons cry to buy me one
my list of spectacular feats  is endless and longer than eternity ....
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
Fearless
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
Too long I've rested upon my throne.
Ordained as ruler,
I wield a sceptre
imbued with old indoctrinated notions.
Bound in aged, tired traditions.
Obstinacy clasped tight within my fingers.

Living by the
foundations laid,
imposed by predecessors before.
I realise that I am but caged
within my self enforced confines.

I want what lays beyond...
But I am afraid...
And more...

I must embrace the unknown.
Be fearless...
And take to the darkness.

Because...

One can only fly free into greatness
if one is unafraid to take the leap
into changing winds.
To find the truth
Is a little messy
What I fear the most
Is I'm exactly that guy
Who passes the buck
Anger lashing out like waves hitting the shores within
Blinded by the fire, lacking where to begin
Breathlessly fighting for life yet holding my breath
Not believing that it's over,clinging to regret
Now that you're gone what's left is paper and pen
Without a difference between now and then
Except you being gone and never returning
And my mind burning and soul still yearning
Thoughts running east and then back to west
Searching for memories, a holy grail quest
Crumpling the papers as if they're responsible
For the beautiful poetry but finding no rhyme
Choosing to embrace loneliness and enjoy the crucible
Wishing by pushing back the clock I'd rewind time
Forgetting to draw back the curtains battling fright
Waking to horrors and creepers of the night
Trapped in the biting cold, hardly finding sleep
Wide eyed even after counting a million sheep
Searching for your fragrance in the sheets
Failing, like the recollection of how I you meets
Abandoning my bed and staggering in the darkness
Crushing over stuff searching for the switch
Wishing I still had the lamp you took with you by my bed
Or the phone I broke angered by your satirical tweet
It's like you were never here for your absent in my head
Hit as I turn on the blinding light by the current
Taking a **** and back to my PC to search for torrents
The movies I trashed when you left, songs I deleted
Now I treasure them as much as I had hated
Two three songs, I find memories lost in years
Only to start another war,battling back my tears
The scars are open and I bleed in love again
My passion for you is as fresh as the pain
Sadly I can't pelt the staring walls with my PC
She's an expensive and only source of my torturous peace
So my pillow takes her place and the potted flower
Funny I got strength for this but not will power
I need help but then will anyone understand?
Alone and accused on the boulevard of broken dreams
Jealous as the first ray of dawn kisses the sky
Onto the same staring walls I lean as I cry
Cursing where I've been, unsure of where
I'm going like lost fountains in a stream
I want to tell God to stop this crazy ride and I get off
And right there dizzy conjures my eyes and I sleep off
big red sinking sun
hangs low, and the
horizon is a canvas;
that silhouettes
dance eerily on
for night is coming
and the yellow moon
has a cold numb glow
the leaves whisper
a swishing melody
dreading the touch
of a cheerless moon
that paradoxically
makes  the girls swoon
on this nightmarish evening
wolf whistles slice the silence
with a sick aching desire
atop mythical wings
speak softly and hold me close
strange things can happen
on nights such as these
we never really forget the pain
since our hearts carry the stain
etched there by wanton partners
driven by unbridled debauchery
and a wild sense of adventure
so we never really forget the ills
and we never forgive the sins
of our lovers in a thousand years
so let your unseeing eyes weep
and your foolish heart bleed
till the bare truth is wrung out
of the chronicles of your malice
and i have the lovely satisfaction
of seeing you squirm unforgiven
as it dawns on your indolent mind
that you can never make amends
 Dec 2015 Rhianecdote
A Lopez
I'm a murderer
I've stabbed my own heart.
I'm a thief
I've stolen my own happiness.
I'm a liar
I've told myself how much better things would be.
I'm a slothful woman
I fell asleep.
I'm greedy
I've eaten my own pain.
I'm hungry
Just not for sin again.
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