Despicable me

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Starter

Imagine a guilty man, picked out by random
With four major traits to his behaviour:
One and two show a simple divide
Self flagellation, self gratification,
a critique of himself and of course, mastabation
three and four show the despicable side
separation and isolation, and tendencies to hide.
A villain? A coward? An ego without an id?
A master of his own self destruction.
Is he reminded, and reminded, and reminded once more?
You don't know, a blanket covers a blank face.
The red herring hooks onto the unbreakable line.
The unknown truth lying underneath intentional misdirection.
A delicate voice, "why be so serious?" "Why so grim?"
"Why not change this right now, show how to wow
a crowd and be proud, of yourself forevermore".

Main course

"You might be right, my chirpy little candlelight, but what
If I huff, puff, and snuff, you out, to save you from myself?"
"You must know you are beautiful, with elegance and grace;
"A woman that could change the world!"
A stationary girl destined to be chased."

"Then you will lose me for forever, your snuff, no bluff, now
blasting apart together. No man are you, nomad you are,
didn't I tell you to raise that chin, to get a little better?
So why this poem, this thing, "What if?" Whatever."

There's a truth that never was, it nibbled and niggled,
festered, lingered, waited and stayed out of sight,
until the day where it could reap its prize and fracture.
Like a wrecking ball in a glass factory.
Like a black hole in a china shop.

"That is why, fair Angus, I stayed out of touch,
Missed dates and days, opportunities and chances.
Cause I lied. And that guilt does eat me up.
Or how I forgot your soul, the elegant excitement,
your graceful impulsiveness. Instead intent,
on searching for ... The right words
and a delightful accomplishment."

"Hahaha!" Her laughter rings, it calls and sings;
"You silly thing, you dunce, did you forget your head?"
"I'm gonna stamp it out to you, you fool, you foolish fool
of a took, never Tolkien. But then, Tolkien isn't you."
"You are you, you are true, you ewe, you too, YOU!"

"Ok ok! I see, I think, to be free, I need to be myself
Drop stopping, mix the beat, start dancing."
"I've got a long way to go, to be worthy of, you know,
He who doesn't trust his lust to show his true statement?
Or has to provide, instead of hide
and break another segment
of his heart.

"Nope! You mope! Dope! Soap on a rope!
That's it, I'll say no more."
"To miss the point, the moment, and focus again
on downs and outs, and hard times, blah blah.
What a bastard chore".

Dessert

"Look! See! When you focus on me, you know you
are much better! so gaze into my perfect eyes.
Listen to me chatter. Then gaze again, why not
once more, into those eyes, you do adore.
Smell, inhale, exhale and breathe. Now share pocket
piece of yourself with me. Like how you enjoy the
Touch, of a finger.. Or a hand.. Or if you dare
take care, and reminisce, those too few times
where the entire world waiting, was denied.
To a loving kiss".
"Now don't forget, the bottom line is:
Never the most important, nor is the first
the best, the worst, it's the whole in all
That shows the true nature of a person"

"Third me in three! It's true! I'm free,
To show you what you do to me,
and remember how I felt content by your side,
no worries about the future.
To begin a new here after! To throw out some thoughts,
and balance a needle in a haystack. To let the world turn
on it, and discover what music might be heard.
Turn the cryptic into clear, no fear of cynics can burn
the fire that's just getting started."

Coffee and mints

There once was a rather bright girl called Agnes
that could save men from their own silly madness.
A trick up her sleeve,
Not meant to deceive,
was to trip up and fall on their boldness.


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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago

Moving.. beautiful writing. Thank you for sharing.

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 11 years ago
Prelifeic , is it you

Goatherd ?!?