Teasing Fate

Laureate teasing fate

Poking sticks in its eyes

Arguments in the air

The dead alive amongst the living 

Thinking about what makes me happy

Drunk on their own reflection

Migrating to a gentler you

A place where demons crept

Destiny laureate taunts

Voodoo taboo

An urge to see

A hungry

Voodoo taboos

Abandoned Sculptor

Amongst the foliage

Solitary confinement

A private silence

The self imposed repression

There is no color in the dark

Real meaning edited out

Honesty a society’s taboo

Prohibited by my religion

With no guaranties

Heavens phobia

The chair with many stories

Abandoned Sculpture

Abandoned Sculpture

Washed up on the sand

out of demand

the affliction

Amongst the foliage

 

Amongst the foliage

a flower is found

If the time is right

the flower will be in sight

One step at a time

One step at a time

leaving foot prints behind

touching I don't know

each time a little different

the path is the same

the journey is not

distractions

Attraction of the bad seed

Fatalistic ideals

Gladiators’ distraction

Bombastic outcries

Living in poverty

Society’s suicide

Living in the shadow of the sun

Overdosing addictions

Bearing souls

Down low

There is hope

You just can't see it

in the shadows

False Façade

The beautiful façade

Hiding the ugly instead

An exterior shielding only so much

Uncomfortable just to be near

Disturbing silence lingers

The person you are

To the person you wished to be

The voice instead

Tingling the hairs as they rise

A beautiful exterior

Drawing the attention that you desire

False hope and false praise

Owning a piece of you

For the price of an appraisal

Admiration in their worship is fleeting

Can you stand what you see in the mirror?

Or just paint it on deeper

Filling the ugliness you see

Trying to make up in image,

Lacking substance on the interior

Scrap the mud off

Give the world a glimpse

The beauty within

Stop hiding behind false facades

There is beauty with all

A trust is essential to let it show

Trust is a bond that needs to grow

Toss aside the artificial façade

The Haughting Moon

 

Refer to poem

http://ebatthoughtsonlife.blogspot.ca/2013/06/haunting-moon.html

Red Brick House

Later

A Final good bye

The awkward silence

With no allusions

A place you own

That no longer belongs to you

Familiar strange

Lurking feeling of the recognizable

Exist stage left

A memory that belongs to you

That no longer is yours

Merely something imagined

Especially too real

Unsatisfactory over the meaningful

Saying good bye

Meaning hope to see you later

Others saying see you later

When really their meaning was clear

For some there is never a goodbye

Or a hello or later

Just an endless conversation

With a pause of years in between

You can count those friends on one hand

For they were real