"foresighted" poems
Not near-sighted; not far-sighted
Just blinded by stupidity
By rich inhumanity
Lack of love in society
Absence of insight; omission of outsight
Just censored curiosity
Loss of credibility
Condemned abnormality
Futures foresighted; actions unsighted
The past, no punctuality
Death by immortality
Buried from reality
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Oh no,
it was not of the ordinary kind.
It was not the ****** ****
to leave a puddle in the bath.
It was not reckless, it was not thoughtless.
It was a **** of no other kind.
Oh when I think of it
and when I hear the crows
hovering above in the sound of the bell.
That rusty bell, when the sun is gone,
together with the crows,
on time they all sing,
precise as the ****
Oh no,
it wasn't a bullet, shot in shake and fear,
it wasn't a sloppy slip, one fast and quick.
It was a **** foresighted and long before known.
It was silent, yet loud and felt.
A type of ******
when a queen murders a king.
A type of killer she was,
who put poison in the chunk of bread
in the sight of the murdered.
That food was sweeter than life,
when eaten from the fingertips of the sensational murderess.
It was swallowed with joy,
yet known it is poison.
Simple, when looked from far,
venom she whispered and sipped,
from the killer red dry lips,
that ate away the skin.
Not a spot when on the spotlight,
she is a predator of no other kind;
The killer, claws the prey,
with the most gentle of touch.
It was not a moment, a blink of some day,
it was over and over,
every gasp, every second of every day.
It was not a knife to the back,
it was clean and open - wound to the front;
Facing her gaze,
oh, she pierced it right in the heart.
It was the sharpest of blades, over and over again...
As they say,
there are few swords that cut so deep,
as the blade of unrequited love.
As I walk now in the sun's light of noon
and remember the days,
I still feel the warmth of air passing in my open heart;
I still taste the blood of my already fallen skin.
I writhe a little...
Then I softly grin,
from cheekbone to chin -
I think of the time when you murdered me.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
I remember it like yesterday,
my heart stopped dead,
.45 cal laser sighted Glock to my head,
She was a queen with the green,but the heart of Medusa,
ruler of the crew,I was the one to ****** her,
but a snake in the garden,a stone in her heart,
one fake Machiavelli tried to push us apart
Didn't realise the depths of the Celtic connections,
the Queen wasn't with the Skitz just for my ********
she was a foresighted,hard headed a back breakin ruler,
with a wicked last grin for the man who would fool her,
Tools she would use were an Inquisitors nightmare,
to be true to you my new crew,the Sandman was scared,
but prepared for Armageddon on the way-well prepared,
cause the Sandman's backup was a .50 cal long style,
it wasn't me who was facin' the Death Mask Smile
x2 hard rocks,tough guys-those who face death daily,
surround me,propound my senses never fail me,
never know whats comin'- watch your back big style ,
it could be you that faces the Death Mask Smile.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
Even though everything around me is falling down.
I'm moving forward with progress,
walking on solid ground.
Keeping my eye on the target;
no looking down.
Keeping a smaller circle;
only myself around,
waiting for things to turn around.
never too lost to see through the clouds.
these upset feelings; I fight them down
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC