Caution is wise.. try not to be so surprised Fiends disguised as followers, as companions The bitter taste of open treachery as the finale One working on the harsh words and the violent blow, the others standing by, silent as to leave no alibi Yet of course they are just as responsible Turning away with smiles after leaving the slash This was in the working for some time The naked truth when told will rip away loyalty at any expense One of the most important laws of life is to beware, for trust can be near fatal And these wrongdoers shall return to watch again and again, to laugh and to gossip Hoping, with eager ears and eyes that the slash is still fresh and ever present The secret but evident instigator dropping hints of utter despise without confrontation Well, I suppose it is only natural to wish upon ripping off the fingers and the tongues of each one of them To be the one who laughs last as the scar slowly fades with time While the snakes in the grass are left with nothing but bitter thoughts, unable to speak or type a single one Enlighten me, what could possibly be better than that?
you say, you are not a ****** you say, you come in peace but this does not put me at ease. because you are a man tall, dominant, strong. i am aware of your testosterone lingering in your blood stream like alcohol, in a drunken girl. unconscious, while he feeds on her drunken body like prey.
you say, you are not a ****** you say, you mean no harm but i am a woman, in a man's world and you are a man, in a ******'s world so i hear yours words and approach with caution.
You've taken a step into dangerous territory Unbeknownst to your wide, naïve eyes You're heading into a deep abyss Where only the lucky have survived Before you proceed any further I will give you this warning now I'm utterly and dangerously fragile And my patience is running out My warning signs are on full display For those who dare on this journey Caution is written everywhere So that I know you won't take this lightly I see the longing looks you're giving And I can tell you see me as a challenge Your cockiness will lead to your missteps A guarantee I experience irrevocable damage You think you will treat me different But I know you'll ignore the signs I carry There's no easy way to let my guard down When your intentions with me make me wary You continue to walk into dangerous territory Unbeknownst to your wide, naïve eyes Foolishly, you jumped into the deep abyss But you were not lucky enough to survive
What was that. A knock? Sssh! Listen. I heard something. Was it the wind, scratching across my pane? The pine tree branch thumps its fingers. Squirrels, racoons and mice scurry over my roof. My porch light is a beacon of revelation. The doors are locked against friend or others. I will wait. Fall asleep. Dream. A hut on an island in the blue, No ghostly memories.
Feel the fat rotation of the planet throwing a little spring our way to poke our amygdala and rattle our dormancy
and sure, we know at the back of minds a bare faced bait and switch is in play which means our twitching fingers will seek to put the big coats in the loft only with dismay to find the grey frost return to bite our ***** mid-March
but we can dream and show some ankle can’t we?
We hold out for this spring harder than a man who’s lost nine digits to frostbite so we can point to where it hurts, be heard, aware that we’re linked, a swarm of warmer hands that need to hold, to cling, to brace against this lingering, malingering pain
We’re ready to emerge, but only together and while inclement, duplicitous weather still rages we’re better, sadly, caved