HYPOCRITIES!

 HYPOCRITIES!

 

 

 

   There are many forms of hypocrisies,

Flattery reflecting on the mirror of fantasy,

Je t adore on the wall of insanity,

Or simply licking bums on postpoems.com.

  

I long for honesty!

And all I see, if broken heart,

Savage souls, searching illusions,

Broken brain, an issue!

 

Please be the poet you pretend,

Live and let live,

Alone do you think one care?

If so you are the fool the king,

 

We all write all torments, joy and pains,

Hoping for those appraisals!

Don’t denied it,

Like any fragmented spirit, you long for too!

 

I have enough of hypocrisies and lies,

Come clean, I do,

I cherish the comments and the praise,

And as far as been bless by such,

 

But I realised this garden is full of decay,

Poets who look for love and surprises,

Don’t be so silly,

There are only corpses of your decomposed proses!

 

 

                   COPYRIGHT@H.NAUDET.2010.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

parfois cela fait du bien de lacher la vaqpeur!

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THE TRUE THIS POEM WAS NOT

THE TRUE THIS POEM WAS NOT DIRECTED TO NO-ONE  IN PARTICULAR, I HAVE BEEN HURT BY SOME1 2 DAYS AGO, AND I FOUND IT HARD TO DEAL WITH IT, SHE IS A LONG TIME FRIEND, WHICH I LOVE DEEPLY AND I GUESS I NEEDED TO BLAME SOMEBODY! OR SOMETHING?!

THE POSITIVE THING IS, AFTER I WROTE THIS, I RE-WRITED IT MY POEM CALL RAPE, AND WHILE I MISS MY FRIEND, THE ANGER HAS GONE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORTS, IT IS GREATLY APPRECIATED IT AND I KNOW ALSO, U MEANING IT TOO, BLESSINGS AND LIGHTS, HERVE DIT MARGOT.


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Just passing by and I noticed

Just passing by and I noticed you lost your temper...here it is I found it on the floor. Now feel free to cut me I won't look.

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The mind breaks or my mind is at breaking point?

and just to piss u off more with those words of your like:

The mind breaks

against  the hard edge

of the horizon.

The demarcation of

our own realities.

i could not find a reason to point the knive at u, 

if i am honest, i might hold the knive but it is not against u right now.

Best regards, i respect u writing, Herve


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.       

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thank

i am indeed holding the knives to cut the next pieces of words to post... poetry is not just about beauty, emotions, expressions but also FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION,. I ACTUALLY LIKE THE WAY U PUT MY LITTLE  manic crisis with u words,

it would be ridicult to think no-one has his demented momment and today, i felt like taking a life...

the problem is ....wellu guess.

Regards, Herve


Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.