"decisons" poems - Hello Poetry

I speak the language of the ambiguous man Two false tunnels leading to the paradise once existent Suffocating in the soul the heart pumps mysterious labyrinths Intricate twists, lively turns, dead ends, corrupt memories All leading to the same two doors Handles made from cherry blossom to conceal ****** wrists Misleading as barren rock behind the sodden waterfall And deceitful as the smiles of killers pending demise I like to fool the world with my duplicitous decisons Peeping through one door just to go through the other There lay two paths divided in a somber world The ambiguity of man prevails Only when a single door leads to the innocent simplicity But the truth about lies prevail When the man not knows what he does And navigates through his own mindful solitude I intrude in a broken world filled with people most pernicious Some call them deceivers while some call them philosophers Depends on how they see the truth of ambiguity Two parallel bridges to cross a sea most demoniac While only one bridge armed with the truthful support But the world feels much too simple without rails to grasp As there is nothing to hinder the peaceful descent Smoothly into that paradise once existent I'd fairly not speak about the truthful man But rather the lying hero For he has more knowledge with the concept of ambiguity But whom does the stray bullet in the revolver take? The truthful man or the lying hero? If the truthful man chooses not the rails out of pride And the lying hero slashes his wrists out of regret At first I settle with those who favor the liar But if I had two bullets I would see that the pride would also suffice As the ambiguous man shall die twice For ambiguity is anything but simplicity

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Jan 29, 2014

Jan 29, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

dr-o

Ambiguity

I speak the language of the ambiguous man Two false tunnels leading to the paradise once existent Suffocating in the soul the heart pumps mysterious labyrinths Intricate twists, lively turns, dead ends, corrupt memories All leading to the same two doors Handles made from cherry blossom to conceal ****** wrists Misleading as barren rock behind the sodden waterfall And deceitful as the smiles of killers pending demise I like to fool the world with my duplicitous decisons Peeping through one door just to go through the other There lay two paths divided in a somber world The ambiguity of man prevails Only when a single door leads to the innocent simplicity But the truth about lies prevail When the man not knows what he does And navigates through his own mindful solitude I intrude in a broken world filled with people most pernicious Some call them deceivers while some call them philosophers Depends on how they see the truth of ambiguity Two parallel bridges to cross a sea most demoniac While only one bridge armed with the truthful support But the world feels much too simple without rails to grasp As there is nothing to hinder the peaceful descent Smoothly into that paradise once existent I'd fairly not speak about the truthful man But rather the lying hero For he has more knowledge with the concept of ambiguity But whom does the stray bullet in the revolver take? The truthful man or the lying hero? If the truthful man chooses not the rails out of pride And the lying hero slashes his wrists out of regret At first I settle with those who favor the liar But if I had two bullets I would see that the pride would also suffice As the ambiguous man shall die twice For ambiguity is anything but simplicity

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Lunch was done, decisons made the table cleared, the bill was paid Final words were spoken And none more truer than.. Have your people call my people And we'll do this again. They went back to the office And they thought, hey he was right I'll have my people call his people And we'll hit the bar tonight Funny how a line like that Can set one's mindset soaring Sitting down and making plans It sure broke up the boring Afteroon ahead, that each of them could see But going out again that night Well, then they would be free Wives at home, while they were out Drinking, flirting...what the hey The ony question left now Was which of them would pay? But as one's folk called the others And the plans were carved in stone They would finish out their day And then they would head home They'd have "my people call your people" And plan a meeting late They would do it on the sly It would be their watergate But, people being people Their plans were overheard By a coniving young new intern And she wrote down every word Since she was one of the people She started making calls Phoning every number of every wife This woman sure had ***** She told them how "the people" planned to go out after work How their family type duties Each one had planned to shirk So these people called their people And made plans of their own They would keep it all a secret Until the men got home Men forget that wives have people And that their people kind of rule When the men all try to hide stuff By doing stuff that isn't cool The men, all smug and smiling Thinking of the fun to ahead Would walk on in their house And stay until the kids were all in bed Then their people would start calling Making sure the lie was told About that late night meeting At a bar where beer was cold But, that coniving young new intern Making calls to all the wives Had laid out every detail Had ruined all their lives As each man sat for dinner Thinking of what the night would bring At each house, just 5 minutes in Every phone would ring It was her people calling people Telling each wife where to meet They would have to leave the husbands And they would not be so discreet For their people all called people And the men's plans all were blown As the women went out drinking And left the men at home So next time when your people Call and plan things on the side Make sure your intern isn't there Or else your plans are fried I'll have my people phone your people And we'll get together soon But in order that we pull it off We'll have to leave at noon.

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May 1, 2012

May 1, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC

roger-turner

Have My People Call Your People

Lunch was done, decisons made the table cleared, the bill was paid Final words were spoken And none more truer than.. Have your people call my people And we'll do this again. They went back to the office And they thought, hey he was right I'll have my people call his people And we'll hit the bar tonight Funny how a line like that Can set one's mindset soaring Sitting down and making plans It sure broke up the boring Afteroon ahead, that each of them could see But going out again that night Well, then they would be free Wives at home, while they were out Drinking, flirting...what the hey The ony question left now Was which of them would pay? But as one's folk called the others And the plans were carved in stone They would finish out their day And then they would head home They'd have "my people call your people" And plan a meeting late They would do it on the sly It would be their watergate But, people being people Their plans were overheard By a coniving young new intern And she wrote down every word Since she was one of the people She started making calls Phoning every number of every wife This woman sure had ***** She told them how "the people" planned to go out after work How their family type duties Each one had planned to shirk So these people called their people And made plans of their own They would keep it all a secret Until the men got home Men forget that wives have people And that their people kind of rule When the men all try to hide stuff By doing stuff that isn't cool The men, all smug and smiling Thinking of the fun to ahead Would walk on in their house And stay until the kids were all in bed Then their people would start calling Making sure the lie was told About that late night meeting At a bar where beer was cold But, that coniving young new intern Making calls to all the wives Had laid out every detail Had ruined all their lives As each man sat for dinner Thinking of what the night would bring At each house, just 5 minutes in Every phone would ring It was her people calling people Telling each wife where to meet They would have to leave the husbands And they would not be so discreet For their people all called people And the men's plans all were blown As the women went out drinking And left the men at home So next time when your people Call and plan things on the side Make sure your intern isn't there Or else your plans are fried I'll have my people phone your people And we'll get together soon But in order that we pull it off We'll have to leave at noon.

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lately all ive been doing is ******* up, Burning Every thing, seems like with one Touch, soon as i get one person to stop being mad at me, Bam its like another 3 all ready have a Bone they want to pick with me, forever in my mind fighting conflictions of Decisons i never wanted to make, but this world i live in has no intentions of letting me out the Gate, Fate has no Remorse it stands still while you take your Course. we never know how its going to play out, we just happen to be there for it, Rather its bad or good, we there to take it with full stride, you standing there infront of a window thinking whats wrong With suicide, Till you Realize u can go out like that, Maybe its to much pride, Maybe i can get her to see the man i use to Be, Before the scars that time left, and Sheilds that remain Kept high, when you avoiding being loved, u get comfortable with Misery, u wait for bad things to Happen, Acting as if you aint Worried about it, Untill you Face a Sittuation where you can do noting but worry about it, your mind is the first to turn, the min your eyes close, your biggest Fears take over, Main Stage pain plays, and ya heart sings, before you know it, the words that leave your your lips stained, ill do what i can just dont take my Love away, one thing ive learned on this path i seem to walk, you can Avoid love all you want, But it has a funny way of keeping up, it will never show its self untill that unknowing feeling reveals the feeling that it is and turns out it was love its self, so the question becomes what is it i was running from, or was i just hurting my self?

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC

this-guy-combs

untittled ranting

lately all ive been doing is ******* up, Burning Every thing, seems like with one Touch, soon as i get one person to stop being mad at me, Bam its like another 3 all ready have a Bone they want to pick with me, forever in my mind fighting conflictions of Decisons i never wanted to make, but this world i live in has no intentions of letting me out the Gate, Fate has no Remorse it stands still while you take your Course. we never know how its going to play out, we just happen to be there for it, Rather its bad or good, we there to take it with full stride, you standing there infront of a window thinking whats wrong With suicide, Till you Realize u can go out like that, Maybe its to much pride, Maybe i can get her to see the man i use to Be, Before the scars that time left, and Sheilds that remain Kept high, when you avoiding being loved, u get comfortable with Misery, u wait for bad things to Happen, Acting as if you aint Worried about it, Untill you Face a Sittuation where you can do noting but worry about it, your mind is the first to turn, the min your eyes close, your biggest Fears take over, Main Stage pain plays, and ya heart sings, before you know it, the words that leave your your lips stained, ill do what i can just dont take my Love away, one thing ive learned on this path i seem to walk, you can Avoid love all you want, But it has a funny way of keeping up, it will never show its self untill that unknowing feeling reveals the feeling that it is and turns out it was love its self, so the question becomes what is it i was running from, or was i just hurting my self?

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where you left off will be continued again and then again you will say the same **** every time the same spiting the same lies ***** i held you down you let me down i cant believe it all became the nightmare i would run from my daddy would tell me it wont ever happen but i ran from the clutches the hugs the happiness and now im numb to everything down for anything i cant look at myself as teh same girl i ws im just some ******* ***** that i thought i would never become but i have no one ******* no one man i shoulda known this would happen here we go this **** again it never ends it never ends man it never ends impuse decisons life lessons embrace it disgrace it my name is soiled but that dont mean i dont know where i stand where i stand is on the water with the lord i havent been praying man god you still hear me you hear my thoughts ? take them away lord

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Oct 11, 2015

Oct 11, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC

aiden-1

Untitled

where you left off will be continued again and then again you will say the same **** every time the same spiting the same lies ***** i held you down you let me down i cant believe it all became the nightmare i would run from my daddy would tell me it wont ever happen but i ran from the clutches the hugs the happiness and now im numb to everything down for anything i cant look at myself as teh same girl i ws im just some ******* ***** that i thought i would never become but i have no one ******* no one man i shoulda known this would happen here we go this **** again it never ends it never ends man it never ends impuse decisons life lessons embrace it disgrace it my name is soiled but that dont mean i dont know where i stand where i stand is on the water with the lord i havent been praying man god you still hear me you hear my thoughts ? take them away lord

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The ultimate question here. Do I sleep my life away or Do I forgive myself for the things I can't change? Because they aren't losing sleep over my pain And you can never take back the things you did but it doesn't mean it's who you are anymore.

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Jun 29, 2017

Jun 29, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC

bluevelvet

Decisons

The ultimate question here. Do I sleep my life away or Do I forgive myself for the things I can't change? Because they aren't losing sleep over my pain And you can never take back the things you did but it doesn't mean it's who you are anymore.

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