#duplicity
Dear Chr✝s...
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Cr✝ss...
Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
How awful the world is!
How creepy the self is!
How weird she is !
SHE can no longer breeze
How savage humanity is!
Where she lives ,
She is not what she is!
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
The suicide bomber, seeing a little girl
Who was leaving the ill-fated church,
Patted her head with compassion
Then he placed himself
Among the Easter prayers
And pressed the button
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
Personality like two sides of a coin,
Duplicitous in nature...
Both the cause and the cure,
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time..
Serendipitous in it's naive essence,
Living for that fortunate happenstance ..
While the residue past transgressions,
Poisons future endeavors' chance...
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time..
Both sinner and saint in the same line,
Posing as the executioner and the accused all in one mind..
This is the infinite loop in my mind,
Minute to minute for all of my time...
So I tread on through life,
Happiness within reach with my own hand dragging me down...
Things will be different because of the people that surround,
They give me the strength and desire to deny my demons...
This is the infinite loop has been broken,
Which existed in my mind...
Minute to minute for all of my time
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
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*Raised on my extremes with these extremes woefully denied,
An oath silently affirmed yet mournfully defied.
Words not weighed or windowed by their sheer multitude,
Inwardly swallowed in rhyme, be they rusty and sometimes crude.
To some - truth has to be dashed with the salt within their own eyes,
Their own tears to confuse the foolishness and twist them into lies.
Do any loving words have an equaling folly to befall?
Or do you believe in nothing – yes - nothing at all?
The poets’ rites are here - to - for rarely embraced,
When what is needed is a muse, who could add flavor to the taste.
Such savoring delights I offer, to a soul in need of ritual food,
Served up hot all at once – then sinfully shared in the ****
But by force one cannot offer these to even the gods,
For only one in a million is worthy, all the rest are just at odds.
No fraud I offer you in this, my musing trade,
But writers are harder to conquer than they are to persuade.
They are busy scribes mingling within life’s refuse,
Raking around in the garbage looking for new verbiage to defuse.
Do you hear me – do my words sit on your lips?
Touch them now – gently - and let me take you away on a thousand trips.
My words on your lips – can they truly take you away?
Shhhh – my darling, close your eyes and taste them, and their gentile foreplay.
Oh this author swears it not but only you can know
How far these words can reach or where for art they may go.
If I fail you and for want I lose my common sense,
What love will come from this or be the consequence?
My words are like raging fevers boiling my own blood,
Be careful my muse, these words often float into a flood.
For love is like water always seeking the path of least resistance,
Quiet yet powerful and oft bubbling over in persistence.
Breathe my muse; take it all in as we flow into the decent
Working up the foam as we threaten to shoot the vent.
Who among are as witty as we are wise?
I watch as my words leave those lips and shine from within your eyes.
Those eyes like reflecting pools, one by two, my holly preference,
I think God must have given us two eyes so as to cross the reference.
Kiss me my muse; please kiss me until this fatal fury has gone,
Hold on tight as I write and drag you from your rightful throne.
These words raised in power amongst our fellowship.
Words, precious words, now on our hungry lips.
May we let them ooze – oh - please let them go,
Listen do you taste them now? Only you my muse -
Only you can ever know.*
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
I am who you long to see
Yet who you will never cease to be
I am what you envy most
But I am more dead than a ghost
I am little, small and weak
Yet I do more, much more than speak
In my eyes I hold the key
But to get it, you must first unsee
For days of cold when lights grow dim
I am yours- I am him.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
The conservative element in DC
Has something else as priority.
It sure is not you, nor is it me.
It’s a much more powerful constituency:
Those who pull strings do not care
Unless you are a multi-millionaire
And contribute to their greedy cause
Like some kind of Santa Claus.
They keep on doing what they’re doing
******** who they were ********
I would explain it all if I could
But sometimes words do no good.
Behind all the gobbledy ****
Someone is not playing by the book.
Winning with lies is what they are trying
To make the true facts look like lying.
They keep you so confused that you
You believe what they want you to,
So you won’t see behind their wiles
To bring their larcenous ***** to trial.
Dignifying public rumors of buggery
You look away from skullduggery.
A few insignificant happenstances
Eclipse treasonous circumstances.
You ***** about gays and abortion
While conservatives commit extortion
And persecution in Jesus’ name.
To them it’s all a ratings game.
If you don’t care what people feel
You lose all track of what is real.
You turn into a tool for deception;
A dupe of sleight-of-hand misdirection.
As long as things are as they are
We’ll get run over by the clown car
Which is the Congress currently seated.
And as long as they remain undefeated
The rules will leave the deck stacked.
Nobody in DC will have our backs.
Why should they care about our whim
When the way it is benefits them?
We need one item, one bill rules
Or we end up the same beaten fools.
We need campaign funding to be equal
Or each election becomes a sequel
To what happened with Gore and Bush
When backdoor politics bit us in the ****
The only way change will ever come around
Is to take the loopholes from these clowns.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Love your duplicity
(your unfolded closeness
makes me react
with uncertainty)
—you are my pain and my delight
(a delayed action)
—you are my cold passion
(a kind subtlety)
—you are my nice thorn
(a future unborn)
—you are the venture I fear
(a welcomed intensity)
You are Life, oh beloved,
in its purest form
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
When everything’s disguised
It becomes an arduous task
Defining reality through veneer
One does not know the reality
Which appearance to believe
Mirrored are the duplicity
One sees the fabricated image
Disguised we become to ourselves
Till it becomes a reality, we live with
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Small people aren't measured
By their height;
That's not right!
We dread
The small-minded;
The bigots,
The ones of two minds -
The one they share,
And one they hide behind.
One face we see,
The one to please.
One hand held out,
Unembossed,
The other unseen,
Fingers crossed.
They're high in stature,
But small,
In matters.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
You made me feel,
Like i was yours,
All vicious dreams,
That now are lost.
You're gone with them,
They're all with you,
And I am there,
(Still loving you)
And here untrue.
To all the souls,
Deceiving lies...
I'll run forever,
Until they die.
And throw down dirt,
Burying those thoughts,
No longer hurt...
No longer lost...
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
Bipartisanship, whatever
the key nowadays is
cooperative collaboration
I sell the rail
You buy the rail
Let’s call the whole thing off
Centre left centre right
sent her round the bend
Get with the program
Facebook Face Time whatever
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
*You left under the cloak of night, again.
To return with your excuse as to why you are late.
What once was harmless, is now unfair, unjust, heartless.
Not on me or you, but her, the one that truly loves you.
I'm the harlot, the iniquity in your life, wickedness personified.
I remove your garments, deal with your hardness and
send you back to her, the promise you made to her broken.
I listen to your moans and return you whole to her.
I'm a social worker, a lover, a comfort, a *****
You are a client, a bore, a job, a *****
Our consciousness of what we do is monstrous, yet we do it over again.
I don't love you, you don't love me.
I'm a night deposit banking facility.
You drop off a deposit, leave, and go home.
What lies do you tell her?
Does she believe you?
Is paying for me cheaper than a divorce?
We both are heartless under the cover of darkness*
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
The wine glasses stand sentinel,
to last night.
Candles burnt out,
wax cold pooled
on the dining table.
Remnants of the supper
testament to our hunger and
for each other, as lovers.
The house is cold now
like my anger.
Last night,
You told me we were over
You'd fallen for another
younger lover.
Last night my anger was red like the wine
in the sentinel glasses.
Now cold, daylight brings a clarity,
time to start the cleaning.
I'll sweep the table's items into the bin.
I'll keep nothing touched by him.
I'll then take a bath to recover and figure out
what to do with you.
You can't lie on the floor forever.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
In Your smile is born my very breath
I give you all i have to give
Your lies have brought about my death
For trust has no place left to live
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Times like these turn your mouth into a gullet
your frown into a scowl
your yawn into a howl
Times like these make drunks alcoholics
you scamper then you walk
you scream then you talk
These are glorious times, my dear
They turn our boredom
into your fear
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC