Have You Met Yourself?!

I’d bet not,
By the way you glare,
My dear,
Misery engulfs you,
And I sense fear.

The way you smile into your mirror,
When it’s just you,
That’s the way you need to let loose,
When to others you become nearer.

It’s buried deep,
But you’re such a delight,
Why do you let those demons,
Force you to fight?

I’ve seen you be so charming,
That it’s disarming,
Too bad you follow it up,
With being so unworthy it’s harming.

The pain in your mind,
From the shackles that bind,
I command it loose you now,
By the only mighty matchless name,
To which demons must bow.

You’re withering away,
A little more every day,
Because you won’t unearth,
A little laughter and mirth.

Seriously,
Do you know you?
I guess not,
Oh how sad this is true!

Poking through is sunshine,
That’s bold and courageous,
I can see what you would be,
If you’d forget,
And let it become contagious.

Fight!
Fight for your life!
From the sidelines I can tell,
You’ve been felled,
By the hounds of hell.

Next time you smile into your mirror,
When it’s just you,
I hope you introduce yourself to you,
And the scales fall off,
So you see you,
From my view.

Words Don’t Die

More than mean,
Spat out in,
A savage scene,
Curses is what they are,
And so’s you know,
Long after you’ve forgotten,
They’re still raking in results,
That are rotten.

They don’t just drift out to sea,
Never to be seen again,
Effects are there,
Generationally to see,
All because loose lips,
Prophesied one’s agony.

Maybe or maybe not,
Purposely unpleasant,
But once it’s released,
Spirits to help it happen,
Are always unleashed.

Aimed in anger,
They’re the start,
Of immediate danger,
Someone spoke it,
Into existence,
And the receiving end,
Didn’t know,
To come at it,
With resistance.

Your life is not your own,
No one’s ever,
Really alone,
The declaring of a word,
Never goes unheard,
Imperceptible agents,
Are always around,
Watching you,
And listening to,
Everything you spew.

It doesn’t dissipate,
Into the atmosphere,
Once it’s cleared your ear,
But lives on forever,
Waiting to make or break your fate.

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That’s what’s up on tails,
Now let’s flip to heads,
It’s so much different over there,
Say good-bye,
To the fails,
And welcome in,
The wind in your sails.

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Forecast your future,
Make a big fuss,
Over everything that’s fabulous,
Predict those things will intensify,
No devil’s lies,
Have any part to play,
Make sure this wave of faith,
Takes up all your space.

Let communication,
Be your key,
Verbalize kindness,
Vocalize love,
And predict harmony,
Don’t give the unseen,
Any openings,
To kill your dreams.

Speak life every time,
Lest the enemy,
Overtake your mind,
If you say aloud,
Any melody,
That can be used,
For evil weaponry,
Expect the scales to tip,
And send you back toward tails.

Ha! Or Not!

Through and through,
It was solid,
You were certain,
Until things were revealed,
When up went the curtain.

Turns out underneath was tarnished,
And the gold was only varnish,
A coating so thin,
It could be cracked,
By just the prick of a pin.

Well it’s dreadfully degrading,
To an object’s rating,
When the cracked paint is peeling,
Being stripped away,
From floor to ceiling.

Ripped from it,
Faster and faster,
No stopping once it’s started,
Leaving it and all associated,
So very broken-hearted.

It’s been stripped bare,
There’s none left now,
But a stubborn speck,
Here or there.

Solid gold,
Was a facade,
A cover-up,
For something majorly flawed.

Black Ice

Hiding ,
An invisible danger,
It looks shiny and pretty,
Too late you see the light,
When you’ve already lost the fight.

Sure looks strong enough to hold,
But you’ll find it slippery,
And able to run you off course quickly,
Light fades to dark,
In the beat of a heart.

Once it’s grabbed all four wheels,
And taken full control,
This drive that started out serene,
Now it’s gonna get,
Nasty and mean.

It looked like nothing,
In the dead of night,
But little by little,
You comprehend that it’s chuckling,
While you it’s cutting.

Manipulation,
Thrilling to chilling,
In the blink of an eye,
Laughter’s changed to crying,
And living carefree’s been replaced,
With wishing for dying.

A glowing glare,
Fills your eyes,
So when you stare,
You’re rendered blind,
Free falling into the snare,
Without chance to react,
You become trapped.

It may melt,
On a sunny day,
But eventually,
Clouds always accumulate,
And therefore,
It’ll never regulate.

Glassy and slick,
Impossible to get a good grip,
You had it for a magnificent minute,
Until an unknown plight,
Caused it to take flight.

Super hard to handle,
A real danger to cross,
Causing much suffering and loss,
Are you ready yet for the exchange,
From snow boots to sandals?

Letting Go And Letting God (Vindicate)

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No, no, no!
No to the lies,
And misrepresentations,
People make up,
Because they’re pissed,
Based on assumptions.

**********

Just give it up,
Cuz anyway,
Here we’re done,
Giving a fuck.

Run away,
Go pout in a corner,
You can nurse your wounds,
With your exaggerations,
And wipe your tears,
With your expectations.

What comes around goes around,
Looks like that’s hitting you now,
And that’s music to the ears,
And makes the heart leer.

Come out,
Come out,
Wherever you are,
Face to face,
What are you?
Afraid to lose the race?

Birthed From A Bad Place

Nothing,
No one,
And meaningless,
No good,
Worthless,
And useless.

Insignificant,
Pointless,
And empty,
Flawed,
Imperfect,
And valueless.

Can’t get it together,
Having trouble sorting what I’m seeing,
Like what the fuck,
Shit doesn’t add up.

This sorry hide,
Pushed aside,
No not the end,
But getting deathly sick,
From all the bends.

Going once,
Going twice,
Going fucking crazy,
From some psycho that’s shady.

Unhinged,
Certifiable,
And batty,
Ballistic,
Eccentric,
And unbalanced.

Deranged,
Demented,
And loco,
Unsound,
Delusional,
And irrational.

Little bitch gots a secret,
That needs to be spilled,
Little bitch gots things latched on,
That makes him all wrong.

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Up goes prayers,
To the only one who cares.

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Read Between The Lines

Climb up,
Into the tallest tree,
And you still can’t see,
To the future,
And what’s meant to be.

Dig a hole,
‘Til you reach,
The devil’s home,
And you still can’t bury,
The burdens you carry.

Run a million miles,
And you still can’t shed,
All that weight,
Not put on,
By a fork and plate.

Hold on tight,
With all your might,
And you still can’t grip,
What’s sneaking behind,
To make you trip.

Scream so loud,
You convene a crowd,
And you still won’t be heard,
By the absurd.

Chase it,
Focused with tunnel vision,
Win yourself scores of wars,
And you still won’t ever be able,
To really call it yours.

Kick it out of your path,
Give it your toughest whack,
And you still won’t have cleared your way,
Of all the rubble,
Sent for your delay.

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Fight your battles,
In the spirit,
Call on the Lord,
He will surely hear it.

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Severed Ties To Lies (Better Late Than Never)

It was freeing,
To watch them go,
Like I assumed,
But even more so.

Bye to the bitches,
Bye to the assholes,
Bye to you all,
‘Cuz I’ve regained control.

Unknowing wallowing,
Causing complete and total blinding,
Rendered unable of realizing,
The many possible alternate endings.

For a while there,
All seemed lost,
But answering the call,
Enabled the reclaiming of all.

An invisible mountain,
It blocked all else from sight,
But a few taps,
Was all it took,
To annihilate,
And change the course of fate.

To them all:
You weren’t nothing,
You weren’t shit,
Neither was I to you,
It just took a little longer than it shoulda,
For me to see through.

I’m awake now,
Wide awake,
The party is over,
And in the distance,
I spy a four-leaf-clover.

For All Those Still In Bondage

Behind the eye,
Many a thing lies,
The sort of things,
That cause a sting.

It’s dark in here,
But even so,
It’s plain to see,
The savage show.

Images,
Views,
And opinions,
Concepts,
Ideas,
And convictions.

Running around,
Unable to rest,
Demons trying their best,
To ruin what’s left.

It’s a crazy thing,
But from time to time,
Light gets let in,
And infiltrates the dim.

For awhile there,
Are carefree thoughts,
Contentment reigns,
‘Til back in floods pain.

This brain travels,
A rocky road,
Conflicting thoughts,
Cause a spray of gravel.

There are no brakes,
Which makes for a headache,
The only way to force stop,
Is to paint a fantasy backdrop.

To play pretend,
In a fucked-up head,
Make believe so well,
That the devilry mends.

It May Sound Crazy, But That’s My Life!

**********
I woke with a start,
And after some thought,
Realized one part may be from God,
Not that other who’s a fraud,
For I felt some peace,
And I know it was His voice.
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Getting in the car,
I heard screams and shouts,
That had me floored,
From a crowd that had gathered,
Outside my doors,
“Tornado! Tornado”!
But what could I do?
After all,
It was not off very far!

A glance around,
Showed it was indeed right there,
Almost right in my hair!
It was five large swirls,
In a big big circle,
Hurtling straight at me,
Leaving no way to get free.

Suddenly,
I was in the back seat,
And sent a prayer straight up,
Which He answered,
Without missing a beat.

Within a few seconds,
I heard His voice saying,
To lay down and not worry,
‘Cuz He’s got it,
Which is just what I did,
I lay on the floor and hid.

Not long thereafter,
The car was picked up,
But there was no whirling and twirling,
No bumping and bruising,
And I know it sounds mental,
But even the descent was gentle.

Sitting up,
I looked all around,
People were everywhere,
But as I got out,
It was too calm,
I didn’t hear a sound.

Looking up and down,
For anything,
Something strange occurred,
The scene across the road morphed,
From a barren brown lot,
To inside a salon,
That I had long ago forgot.

Who was she?
That familiar face,
She fixed me with a stare,
As her stylist turned her chair.

Soon she spoke,
Her gaze still a fixed stare,
As was mine,
She said how she’s been trying to find me,
And asked for my number,
Which turned my stare to a glare.

I remember thinking,
Is that Miss Alex’s mom?
And then I woke,
With a jump and a blink.

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Quickly,
I wrote it down,
And as answers came to me,
I contemplated with a frown.
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A familiar spirit was sent,
To me in a dream,
To get what the witch could not,
In her real-life plot.

It was not Miss Alex’s mom,
Whose face she used,
But a lady called Loretta,
To aid in her vendetta.

And God was there to warn,
She was sending a storm,
But He is in control,
So just let it roll.

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Well back to sleep I fell,
And oh, the hell!
Another dream was sent,
That required rebuking,
A Spirit trying,
To re-establish a contract,
That he’s never gonna get back!
**********

Sorry, Satan!
But I’m not yours,
And I won’t be his,
Whoever is this demon,
You want me to reconcile with,
It’s over and done,
I’ve already been won,
By both God and who He says,
Is ‘the one’!