Tuesday, April 1, 2008

whore of love


Oh dear women how I wish that I was crazed, so I would have no sense and rip your childish face from your skull and inflict such pain. A women of disease oh dear lord keep me from judging thee… but oh how the anger intensifies, making me wish my insanity could lead me to believe killing her would retrieve what she has taken from me. And him oh him a wolf in the sheep’s skin, the adulterer the liar… the killer of me and my desire… but on you little jezebel I do wish you to burn in hell… such terrible things I breathe but beyond my skin, muscles, bones, and dreams there is only hate I wish to unleash on she… how dare you tread in my waters and think you would not sink… how dare you lie in my bed and make my sheets stink.. Lay your head on my pillow where my tears have fell… how dare you think your forever; oh you poor thing … you child sweet child keep dreaming of having what I behold… thank the lord that my anger does not unfold... you love a man with a heart in which you do not hold.. I have the only power to make him bend and fold… you are a moment and I am a life event… find your own lover and struggles which I have met… day one I met you and your face was a lie, day two I try to find something besides a desperate child inside, day three and I see your nothing to he, day four and you score only to believe, that the game that was being played had everything to do with you, when it was truly of me… you have been used and discarded nothing but a can to be recycled. Move on little child and know karma will bite you… I have the strength of ten men and weak for only one... but I will always overcome... for I am what you are not... real and hard to stop… what you know of love is nothing… your reflection is a child bluffing... you search for any to love you and lie on your back and think it makes you important… all it makes you is a whore a whore of man and I speak of that because I too have been a whore for love.. A dumb women wishing that giving myself would bring one to actually love... you are superficial in so many ways your Gucci your Prada your name brand things… I stand naked with no fancy designs just so the world can see I have nothing to hide… for I am not flawless in any sense at all my face is unperfected and I have huge scars and all… but most of all I have a man of many flaws who loves me all in all…I am a fool for him but you are a fool for life.. and with that you have been disbarred.

Monday, March 31, 2008

So you call me fake


So fake is an opinion based upon those who know nothing of who I am... fake is a word used only as a reflection of their own selves... lonely self-indulgent individuals who truly envy what they do not have and posses.
The definition of fake:
· something that is a counterfeit; not what it seems to be
· forge: make a copy of with the intent to deceive; "he faked the signature"; "they counterfeited dollar bills"; "She forged a Green Card"
· impostor: a person who makes deceitful pretenses
· fudge: fake or falsify; "Fudge the figures"; "cook the books"; "falsify the data"
· bogus: fraudulent; having a misleading appearance
· juke: (football) a deceptive move made by a football player
· bullshit: talk through one’s hat; "The politician was not well prepared for the debate and faked it"
· not genuine or real; being an imitation of the genuine article; "it isn’t fake anything; it’s real synthetic fur"; "faux pearls"; "false teeth"; "decorated with imitation palm leaves"; "a purse of simulated alligator hide"

So fake you call me.. go on continue... I am my own individual who fakes not one aspect of who I truly am... I behold more than you can imagine but your shallow mind only allows you to see what you wish to see... fake I am because you wish me to be so.. Do not envy the fact that I have what you will never behold... fake is you in the morning fake is you at night fake is the face you see in the mirror fake is your life.
I am as eccentric as the sun setting at sunrise a flower blooming in the winter... leaves falling in the summer.. I am what you know nothing of.. And nothing you know of me.. Because I never let you close enough to see.. Fake is the image you portray.. I am honest in my ways you live a life of betrayal... fake is your realness... fake is what you surround your self with... fake is your true self!
I do not wish of your approval.. I do not yarn for your fondness.. I do not wish of you as friend because your fakeness I saw in the end.. You call me fake and that you define.. You think of me as fake because you do not know real.. Your money your ways are nothing but a lifeless dream you portray.
I wish not to shake your hand nor kiss your cheek... I wish not to enter your presence nor want what you seek.. I am beyond you and your superficial ways.. I am a dream truly unseen.. You will never understand me and my heart full of truth and love with no judgment which you do not see... live on you fake liver live on in your own world.. Dream of your materialist things... live on in your shallow empty ways.. Nothing you are to me.. You say I give only wanting in return.. I say I given only hoping god delivers me from the hell in which you will burn...

Its mine

Sometimes i wonder how can people be so sick.. how can individuals be so soulless.. how can others stand in each others faces and lie compulsively... Can we not go above this... Can man kind only continue to kill themselves one by one with no remorse just resentment... Must we feel jealous for things we don't have... I try day in and day out to humble myself to serve others as i would want to be served ... Truth is the more you give the more they take... Do you even need a hand to count those who would die for you... do you think a hundred lives would change your ways... Man will be man.. Woman will be woman... Humans will be humans.. But my soul is mine for the keeping... You can not touch it.. you can not shatter it nor darken it with your poison... Please hate me so i can love you and feel rewarded when i lay my head down.. call me lame call me plain call me stupid or crazy but always my soul will be the same..Free will remember.. what shall you chose.. to blame others or yourself.. surrender or lose..