"misplay" poems
*The story has gotten old,
A million times been told,
Just the journey of a broken heart,
From desperation to a new start,
The halo and the magical wings,
Seemed like an angel mending broken strings,
Counting the 'could nots' and 'coulds',
Finally got out of the dark woods,
There were trials, the loss, the misplay,
But in the end ,there was victory ,no despair*
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
I was your slave
to every end of your lust
I'd be punished if I were to misbehave
but this addiction to you was a must
you said it was forever
I was too naive to know that it's never true
I've been addicted to every part of you since November
and way beyond that, and you never had a clue
until that one fateful autumn day
when what you said started it all
and what I said, was no misplay
little did I know what I answered would result in my downfall.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Speak thou you’re so spoken of
Reek of truth so that all your love
Doubts you enough to call you a liar
So beautiful, this sound from above
That always reaches out
When the heavens drop wildfire.
Angels fall,
When they face the night sky,
And be that as it may, they call
For the one and only track
That will ever call them back,
And so did I.
Time was to no avail
And so you’ve spent yours
Watching these petty lives of ours
Laughing at our ending hours
While setting sail
On your path of imortal lore
Whenever you found our tendency
To misplay with the time we’re given,
To misjudge our own misery,
To mislead those who led us to wisdom
To mistreat those who care for our freedom
To mishear our life-ending song,
You found us, where you now belong.
Hear thou you’re so heard of
Reek of lies so that all your hate
Doubts you enough to call you truthful
So hateful, this sound from the ground
That never reaches out
And whether it's lower or higher
There will come a date
When the heavens drop wildfire.
H. Aleixo
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC