The Only One
In my kingdom I set the way.
Listen me and what I say. I'm asking
Almost pleading.
I have a hemorrhage and i must stop the bleeding.
You will lose em if you if ever let go.
You are the one for me and I'll do about anything to please
But still you do not get me.
Questioning my reasoning.
Can't someone do something for nothing.
Isn't their someone out there who actually cares.
Is it all venom in which we must all be careful.
Caution is a second emotion.
In it their can be no devotion.
Please lets just go with it.
And maybe I can be the one.
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The Time Is Now
The time is always now.
There is a phantom that is always haunting me.
An expectation to give in and bow.
An absolute surrender and no less.
Because partialities are just not accepted.
Especially when it comes to the heart.
Even if its your very first.
These feelings both portray and betray.
When looking to its eyes, tell me what it is that looking back?
I know it's somewhere written upon a page.
A dig for gold.
A mighty fine treasure to hold.
A message from beyond the grave.
A expression we all crave.
Of my life I can most certainly say it saves.
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The Scam Continued
My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.
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Giving A Poem Away
A person asked if they can use my comment/poem.
I said sure without even asking why.
Giving a poem away, that put things in a different perspective for me.
I didn't even title it yet or edit it so I see no harm.
I told them to give her a name, and fix her mistakes.
Full consent has been given with a signature signed.
I doubt they'll use it for profit anyways nor do I really care.
For I'm not in it for the money.
Not that their much money to be made in writing anyways at least from what I understand.
So I hope it serves a good purpose whatever that maybe.
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(Scams Poem) A Gift I Shall Not Be Claiming
Now why would I give you any personal information?
You could continue to make up these fairy tales all you want..
And if you want to call it business proposal to sound more official feel free.
But still you will fail in both getting my entire and complete identity or my money.
And trust me when I say I don't have much.
Definitely below poverty level.
I only made 11000 dollars last year.
Yet you continue harassing me why?
What is gained from your consistent persistence.
I will not change my mind not in this life or the next.
So good luck, and god bless.
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My Heaven
With a brittle crack I hear something snap
Oooww I think it was my back.
Here let me get it off for someone else.
It's not my problem you deal with it.
I'm doing my own thing if you don't mind if I do.
I welcome help, but not at the cost of ones character.
I demand civil liberties, as so many before have said.
A slave to nothing.
I do what I want, because I want like anybody else.
Selfish I keep hearing voices in my head
Well if so it is the path I shall go.
If I can lift other to the heavens I will.
Even if my heaven is small.
It's the one I truly enjoy.
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(Content Poem) But If Not Of A Childish Doer
But if not of a childish doer
Who will crawl?
Who will enthrall?
Who will make the call?
With decisions that have to be made.
Who will lead the masquerade.
Here take a sip of my marmalade.
Maybe it will bring an end to this charade.
Were are but of marching men of a parade.
Someone has to lead, someone has to follow.
Just hopefully it's not of a heart so hollow.
This is the problem.
No one knows of inner peace.
It's like a disease.
No one can always be happy.
No one can always be sad.
Sometimes to be content is a united event.
And we must never forget.
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Who's Really Nuts?
'Lol, I've never actually met one of them.'
'What does one look like? '
Well if you have ask, heres a mirror just take a look.
'Well golly gee he's a handsome devil'
'And to think from the way you talked it sounded like he was a really bad guy.'
And how exactly can you tell what hes like without talking to him?
'Oh I have, do all the time, and we get along just fine.'
You know what I've had enough this guy is most certainly nuts.
Why doesn't someone just lock him up.
'Because in reality I'm not the one they see walking around conversing with themselves.'
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(Emotion Poem) A Release
A release of ones self being.
To explain what one is feeling
In words so simple comes so much meaning
Trying to not be overachieving
But what can be helped when with ones eyes they are seeing
An antidote to a problem
No solution seems to be solving
A prolonged equation bring loads of aggravation
With relief is the sensation
A contemplation, of what is
A premonition, of what was
I hear them still say just because
Not a need of one to listen but to forgive
These are the voices of men
Disguised by colors of the sin
For one needs to admit
So they can forget
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Shooting Star
Of this night I will always dream.
For my angel is but a whisper upon the twilight.
A shining soul glimmering in the darkness to bring the strongest light.
A guide for those who lost their way.
A wind that brings us a new day with new hope.
A foundation not yet finished, but soon it will be complete.
With memories both upon the mind and heart we do keep.
A sense of both sorrow, and happiness.
A mixture that is but perfect and sweet.
It is quite unique and all our own.
It can not captured in a jar.
It can not be mimicked or cloned.
It is but a shooting star.
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