#enforcement
Pay attention to what lengths one will go to
And still find themselves incapable of making it through
No push or pull through, both options taken off the table on a path of glue
Acknowledge the mental blocks that are constantly fought 1v2
Never told, so never knew
Sold a bad bag of repackaged goods labeled NEW
But these missing brighter days have an expiration on the carton too
As well as an enforcement of a curfew
That's never been required to pursue,
Yet they still do
While most never notice the touch of darkness lurking in their happy places too
©2024
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
Here I am,
the purest of light
consuming all I can with me
filled with fight
and I rest.
Powerful am I,
that my sheer force can
decimate whole nations and lands
and lay waste even to the most carefully made plans.
I am that which through property brands
and humbles through force than
peace and love.
Yet for all
the power I contain
My presence is so fleeting.
To be me is to be vain,
and to
be here once
and then suddenly
be gone.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
The sheep are swimming in the Nile; they must be living in denial!
Denial is our best friend, the constitution we must amend!
Guns are our mortal enemies; their only use is to commit felonies
To stop these tragedies, we must impose harsher penalties!
There is no wolf, we will not die; there’s no need to put your life on the line
Sheepdogs are for the paranoid, those who live in a void
Remove the sheepdog and the enemy goes away, to happiness this is the true way
Ban the wolf with a no trespassing sign, surely we’ll be fine
Respect and common courtesy, the wolf will live in harmony
Close our eyes and he goes away, all we have to do is pray
Our herd used to be bigger; we don’t ask questions as long as our denial can deliver
Until our children are in the fire, then the sheepdog we require
But the sheepdog is out of practice, we fired him for “malpractice.”
Ruined by us, he looks no better than us – but he’s not like us
The sheepdog is weak; his sheep made him an antique
But his mind is strong and he’s eager to **** the evil and wrong
Wolves are predators, feeding on the weak; it’s denial they seek
The sheep will never fight, but pray the sheepdog is able to take up their plight
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
A web of terror would know quaintness
in their crêpe variety where a spider grew angrier
only silk woven blouse blest bats
why darts inside heads if their tough regimen were slime
and never really frittered away an hour at bay.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
I have no gifts worthy to be given.
I am but a simple man, only able to offer my God given skills.
They are not brilliant. They are not grand. But they are rare. And they are valuable.
They are my life and my livelihood.
They know know no limits nor bounds.
They are always ready.
And they are never ending.
My gift to you is my life. For it is the product of these skills.
My promise to willingly give it in place of yours so that you may live on and not suffer such pain.
I will be your light in the darkest of places. So that you can live without fear. Fear of the evil that lurks in the shadows.
I will never abandon you. I will never rest. I will always stand by your side ready to fight.
These skills are who I am.
They are all that I am.
They are meticulously refinded to the finest quality.
And I give them freely without hesitation or regret.
I am your Guardian. Sleep safe in my arms and know, harm will never come to you.
Rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. Feel my heart beat, for you are the reason it beats. Know that it will never stop beating until my dying breath.
And that too, will be in service to you.
You are my love. You are my life. And it is an honor to be your Guardian. Your knight.
Your Hero.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
I am indifferent to your pain
I cannot feel the hurt the rage or blame
The anger I don't handle well
Are you in hell? I cannot tell
I see you lie there on the ground
My only interest is the round, the caliber, or the speed of car that hit you. Its Vehicular. Was it mine? Approach and angle. Incident report. I am indifferent to thought outside of that that makes me who I am. I don't hate you. I'm the man
who said, " I love you" and "We're friends" and things that tore your mind to shreds
I only know you're mad as hell. I didn't know. I couldn't tell.
How could I know? I only said
those words to get you into bed.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC