Rid me of this burdensome curse
A power envied by many
Yet I have no desire for such
Let your eyes twinkle
Illuminating all that is beautiful and kind
With no influence from
The fright inducing hypnosis
Inside these piercing black eyes
in your chest
Like losing a
What they find
fall to your side
Your legs give out
You close your
Trying to erase
all you've seen
Don't want 'em
to know what
In a moment of weakness,
you let 'em check
under your hood
In a moment of weakness,
you plead with
You said too much
Now you better
And if you
Don't let it
Keep it straight
Say all the
Hope and pray
They can't see
Right through you
And what you
know you do
The other way
Keep it simple
Just a little persuasion.
Something happened to HP or maybe my laptop, but I couldn't post anything. Nothing would save and so I lost some of my work.
Anyway, when you want someone to believe anything but the truth.
Not really lying, just a little persuasion.
Glass after glass,
When you undress
involves a will
a facility not needed
when you have blind faith
in shock jocks who compellingly
save you the trouble
there is power in persuasion
a voice with sonorous conviction
that corrals you into what to think
burrows into a small mind
like a god-voiced ear wig
quelling the notion
you are not so sure?
Pauline has the courage
to say what
you are thinking
or the audacity
to fill an empty vessel
that had nothing
but a nascent fear
that blissful ignorance
was under attack
so gather with the herd
know you are not alone
the mediocrity shepherds
will reassure you
that you are all together
it’s them that are different
it’s them who are hatefully wrong
wrote on election day, Australia, while thinking of the diverse value of votes, and how they are influenced
Shadowboxing with a dead man as a massacre stills
Fingerdancing to smoke & mirror the masses
Whistling frantic in the gathering dark to steady the ranks
Faith trumps facts
A strong man acts
A flailing will can kick up sparks
Keep squeezing shills
Catch easy marks
Throw enough show & something will stick
she wears yellow when she’s sad in hopes that she’ll start to view herself the way the world sees her, happy
Please don't leave me.
All I want is to talk to you once more
All I want is to have one more day
Excuses are all I can make to persuade you
To make you think otherwise
All I want is to have one more hour
I will do anything to stop you from leaving
All I want is to have one more minute
I will remind you of the good times we had
As well as the bad.
But who wants to dwell on the past
When you have
Do you see it now?
Do you see us?
The ones holding hands by the bay
The ones watching the movie together
The ones with their heads leaning against each other
And their hands in each others
They look inseparable
I thought we were inseparable
I thought we had forever
But forever is about to leave
Don't leave me
All I want
Is to have
Step up to the mic and strike first with a smile of one liners, with observations or tales that beguile them.
For a smile will disable them while your lines slide in behind them, almost whispering, selecting the sharp-soft phrases that will best penetrate those guarded places. Looking with innocence into their faces, turning minds stage by stages, persuading with insights, with stories of real life, with familiar tales of familiar strife. Then when you follow through and strike with the punch line they have no defence and have no time to decline the good sense found in this food for thought, laughing to a sudden realised stop, looking again at their lives, with a furtive smile of dawning delight at the shed light on shared lives found in your soft amplified lines.
- Do it right when you step up to the mic and you just might change lives.
With thanks to Poetical Word, Hounslow London for open mic nights.
As the wandering eye did catch.
A glimpse of girl that she might fetch.
Charmed and wiled her way now,
And at her beauty willingly bowed.
Tempt her o'er a bottle of wine,
To see a flicker of wilder eye.
Reflected back across candlelight,
Then saw a shining gaze that night.
So now as I look back at you,
With sultry shaded eyes of dew.
Release yourself for our delight;
We could just forget this night.
Or remember wetly all the time,
Of caress and pleasure following ryhme.