manipulation

My Five Day Hallucination

It was Day 1 when it was scorching hot and we crossed paths.

I was looking for an oasis to drink from,

Though a hug from you was a thousand times better

Because afterwards, we went swimming in the lake and laughed at the gold diggers passing by.

Poor men were oblivious that they mined their last nugget in this desert.

 

It was Day 2 when we continued our journey.

You introduced me to your bitches when you brought me home.

One licked me silly while the second took a while to come around.

It was only trying to judge me to see if I would be a menace to your family.

I’ve always liked the playful, funny, and carefree breeds.

 

It was Day 3 when you showed me your larger-than-life garden.

You spoke of how your brother and mother had toiled day and night tending to it.

The garden was shaped like the number 5 and I couldn’t be happier.

You regaled me with stories of an ancient civilization that once existed in this land of the dead.

Every word from your tongue between breaths was like a missing page in a book lost in time.

 

It was Day 4 when I crawled on my knees after a beating from a two-faced sergeant

Looking for you so you could lift me back on my two feet and hold me close

But to add insult to injury, you held your scorn like you should’ve held my hands.

So I passed out on the floor and was left for dead out in the open.

How do indecisive weeds like you sleep at night?

 

It was Day 5 when I woke up expecting you’d be there, but your home was empty.

Your garden was withered and the magic was gone so it turns out that it was all a mirage.

You can rationalize your actions and demonize me any way you like,

But when you save your second thoughts for one minute before midnight,

It’s goodbye and good riddance to you weeds.

 

So I left. It was better for me to abandon you before you inevitably did the same.

The world is full of snakes and trojans as it is.

It’s best for me to give them a dose of their own venom as soon as I see right through them.

 

You should’ve told me earlier rather than at the last minute.

Or when I have fallen and can’t get up.

Then maybe we could’ve still been friends.

But now you’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

 

If you’re looking to post an ad requesting company in a moment of loneliness,

Think again before you shatter another heart or wager your sanity.

A weed ain’t cut out for love, let alone a friendship

If it can’t make up its mind and let its loneliness fog its judgment.

Poor guy should’ve inspected the thorns before he picked the rose.

 

Now it’s my turn to wager a few things,

I bet you don’t even miss me.

I bet you feigned regret that you added salt in the wound.

I bet that you’ll forget all about me after the weekend I disappeared.

I bet you’ll cower in the arms of the two bitches you value most in life.

I bet you’ll start looking for another soul that you’ll pray to Aphrodite you won’t screw over.

Whatever happens to you, I am grateful that I have kin to keep tight

And an adventure I continue to embark on in the desert with or without you there for me.

You’re just another silhouette that shears hearts like hedges.

Orchestrated Flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

Orchestrated Flowers

 

There are fake people

in terms of situations,

and the way they live








Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just another of my haiku practice poems that I've decided to compose one time.  The theme could be as clear as day & has an equally clear metaphor if not in your face, crystal clear allusion to social realities (or, at least, the conscious thought of it).  The simple goal was to enrich my poetic know-how in terms of understanding both the deep and surface aspects of language & meaning (in light of some of Chomsky's take on Linguistics vs other theories of language).  The English words could involve various elements/parts from my general use and those might include the semantic & semiotic relationships.  Simplistic and shallow as it may seem, with my learning objectives in mind, to capture the real essence of a haiku (while I'm on this undertaking) could be deemed worthwhile even though I pretty much have believed beforehand that I have not even gotten closer to my goals, as far as how the Japanese poets have done their haikus is concerned (the original Japanese approach to poetry).  The reason, I have always believed it to be, was about my turn of mind (as compared to theirs, the very Japanese people/poets/artists)..or other influential factors within one's own mental environment.  Thank you for looking on!


Manipulation

As nature manipulates human lives,


Her beauty influenced me a lot,


To fall in love with her,


I do cherish that thought!


 

She is the world to me,


More than this I reckon,


She is the universe and beyond,


She is the one to beckon.


 

I am a boat without the boatman,

 

She can save me alone, yes she can!

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Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

 

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

 

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

 

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

 

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

 

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

 

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

 

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.

Another Game of Manipulation

He tells you I'm sorry

Another game of manipulation

But sweetie, I bet you think he loves you.

 

He tells you that it will never happen again,

He'll change

Another game of manipulation

But sweetie, I bet you think he loves you.

 

You smell the alcohol on his breath,

Stand there while he lays his hands on you

But he told you that he changed

Another game of manipulation

But sweetie, I bet you think he loves you.

 

A lie to your friends and family
While he drinks away the money

And you tell yourself you love him

The poison that makes you stay

Another game of manipulation

But sweetie, I bet you think he loves you.

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My sister is in an abusive relationship, with her boyfriend of four years. A man who I never particularly liked to begin with, he's a high school drop out and before she made him get a job he was out of work for two years.

 

 She swears that he's changed, but I think that she's lying for him just like she did before everyone found anything out. I think that things only repeat themselves, and I pray for the day that she breaks his little heart.

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Lust

 

............

"L U S T"

OOOOhhhhhh, my goodness!

 

Just the word, the very sound of "lust",

Makes the young man's pant zipper feel it will bust!

Why is lust such a forbidden thought?

And causes the fear of God--is it what they were taught?

Lust is a word that is changing in meaning,

And some at the sound of it, sets their eyes gleaming,

They associate with sex, this word we use, "lust",

And right away, they picture a vagina, a penis, or a bust,

But truth really is, many things can be thought with its' use,

A lust for knowledge or power, can also be an abuse,

Some religions say that lust is any "wanting" we have,

Or a human who has sexual intercourse with a cat or a calve,

Other religions will tell you, that unless you have sex to impregnate,

It then becomes lusting, and your worthiness, it will complicate,

"Simple fornication" is to have sex for enjoyment,

Don't tell at heaven's gate, because hell will be your deployment,

Someone said, "Sex without love is just lust",

But there are many babies born from this, who I do declare are the cutest!!

A deep desire, is lust, that controls the emotion,

So masturbation is lust, yes, even if you use holy lotion,

I am thinking that every human being on earth lusts something,

Some lust for winning, and some lust for hunting,

Another lusts for cutting, and another for food,

We all lust, we're human, we're like animals, we're crude,

To live in moderation is the best we can do,

With balance we learn what lust is, different for me, than it is for you.

So to hell with these books, because. they all say a different thing,

Lust can even be loving too much--or giving too much if it's to that which you cling,

Any thought in excess, no matter how reverent you try,

Can turn quickly to lust, in the blink of an eye,

Just live in the moment, with the eyes of a child,

Don't ever seduce your spouse, or by you, they'll be beguiled?

Don't ever have fun, because that would be lusting,

To tell you the truth, I think this is all quite disgusting,

Maybe just crawl into a hole in a neat little ball,

Cause the way the species is going, lust will be the death of us all.

You have to figure it out for yourself, just listen with an open mind,

Don't go to either extreme, and you'll be just fine.

 

6:35 PM 8/5/2013  ©

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Do you think I covered all the bases without making it something it is not? LOL What is lust to you? That is what matters, if you ask me.

A Claw From A Cloud

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A Claw From A Cloud

 

The sins of her father soak her clothes,

Freeze her blood and crack her bones.

Vapid she sings and evil she grows, 

Cruel to a limit that nobody knows.

A claw from the sky reaches down to her bed,

Snatches her body and turns her head.

The shadows that face her grow darker still,

Brooding and snarling but waiting until,

She loses the need to stare at the clouds,

Teasing ideas that they cannot allow.

They wait, but the girl still grabs at the sky,

So they order the Sun to dazzle her blind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

© Lizzie Ayres, 2013

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skilled verbiage

 

 

..........

 

 

a beggar's 

 

poor choice

 

rolls him 

 

gently from 

 

curb to 

 

gutter

 

as the wealthy

 

roll over

 

in interest.

 

*

 

cutting words

 

spoken with 

 

compassion

 

like an ice pic,

 

hold the gentle,

 

subtle power,

 

to leave cracks 

 

like fault lines

 

in ignorance

 

left from

 

frigid,

 

ancestral

 

insights.

 

 

 

 

5:23 AM 8/4/2013 ©

 

 

 

 

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I hate you

 

I hate the way your so damn sweet, just to manipulate me.
 

I hate the lies you told me, just to get me not to leave.

 
I hate that you are always right, i fight you tooth and nail.
 
its just because I am afraid, I just dont want to fail.
 
I hate the way you lured me in, all with false pretense,
 
I hate the fact I fell for you, I should have had some sense.
 
The way you touch me makes me quiver, i wish you felt the same.
 
But you dont, its not your fault, I am the one to blame.
 
The goodness faded quickly, but the scars will never go,
 
I just hope next time I do not leap before I know.

 

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