When The Lies Have Been Undressed

Lies hung loosely around ones own neck will eventually get tight.
Like sharks they will bite.
The pain caused can ease ones suffering or destroy entire families.
Their is a right moment for the truth.
A place where it should be faced.
With little hesitation ones heart is crushed and they still smile.
We live in a world full of denile.
Where so many are just faking it for something a little easier.
Why should I project my problems on to you.
Why should I cause you your stress that gives you an ulcer.
Avoiding the unavoidable.
Settling for second best.
When she gets undressed you will see her nakedness and you need not be ashamed.

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Without Given Notice

Next time you remove something of mine at your liking.
Without given notice.

For it is my right as the author.
The reason behind the reasons.
Things do not just happen.
With a grievance I will make you aware of just how offended I am
I am not the son of sam.
My works are not evil in intent.
They are as I feel, as I am.
I say to you judges and juries
What gives you the right
Without given notice

Like a contract I feel it has been broken.
What has been under copy write has just been stolen.
I think not I own the original.
It in a note book and on my computer
So good luck and god bless.
I wish you the best

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The Walk Of Sorrow

Oh how cold it has got tonight.
Even as fire lights the sky.
A canvas of destruction.
An abolished future,
A little boy walks the streets searching for food for his sister.
He steps in the wrong place and boom he's gone.
I have been covered in his entrails and I never wanted to be.
His sister will die.
And their not really anything I can do because I don't know where she is.
God if you hear me.
I'm sorry I didn't search fast enough.
I'm sorry I couldn't hear her cries.
I'm sorry I couldn't catch her tear dropp as she made her last unanswered plea.
Born in sin.
Live in sin.
Die in sin.
Where it begins it will also come to an end.

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An Honest Mistake

An excuse to be made requires a looking to avoid responsibility for their own actions.
'What do you mean? '
Well you do have a reason why your children are in foster care?
'Yes'
Well answer me this excluding the existing circumstances of the traumatic event, who would you blame?
'Are you saying I'm a bad parent? '
I think you did the best you could, or at least I hope you did.
But regardless of what situation a kid is in, would you deny them either their mother or father.
'I most certainly would not'
Then admit your mistake and move on.
It is how we all learn.
Time waits for no one, and your children will soon be grown and gone.

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Voice Of The Dead Lover.

I know you will never understand.
Oh how I wish you would.
Oh how I wish I could.
Reaching you from beyond my grave.
An angel has come to save.
Are thou truly so brave?
Risking it all in the name of love.
Just because of something I never was.
A creature of conformity.
A lie that burns the eyes.
A tear dropp that will never fall.
No matter how hard I try.
If only to die delivering the ultimate message.
My thoughts are always with you.
It is getting cold.
I can no longer see.
You will always be a part of me.
Call it destiny, but to the next world I must go.
Becoming an empty vessel on a bed.
This is the voice of the soon to be dead.

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The New World

The gift and the curse
With this I'm spreading all my messages to the world.
One then the next
Another new pretext.
A systematic absorption through what I read.
Ideas all my own
A conversation with whole world at the same time.
Intriguing this must be to great minds
Imagine Edgar Allan Poe was living today
What would he write about?
Who would he talk too?
Would it be you?
Would it me?
Are you starting to see?
The great minds of the time stand before you.
People all over the world sharing in intellect.
Conversation with people twenty messages long.
This is the new world of the great poets, writers, and authors all rolled into one.

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(Scams Poem) Conning The Romance

Whether a story exist or not.
Doesn't mean out of my own ignorance I will be baited like a fish.
If you send me letter, and ask me of something I can not give.
As I said before I was never meant to be rich.
To survive will be more then suffice for me.
Greed sickens the heart to places unknown.
Where such stories can be told with no remorse.
Robbing by the hearts need to love.
It so wrong.
But its done a lot.
These people are lost.
Lust is not love.
No matter how much you want it to be,
Dignity thrown out the window.
Shimmy down the rope, and please do find that hope.
Cause their is a pain bared.
Knowing people like that are out their.

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The King and His Pawns

I'm sorry but I just can no longer look away.
When all are in grave danger.
Complete chaos and turmoil.
Their is the prey and predator.
Which are you gonna be.
How long will you stand for it?
Their will be an uprising
This is something I'm definitely surmising.
Not enough money to stop them all.
As the price of a life becomes once more worth more.
Then a common denominator.
With those hating every moment they have defend what they take.
'Stolen! ' says the old man.
'You stole that from me! ' the pregnant women screams.
Even the child bears disregard for your leadership.

~The king can only lead as long as he has his pawns.
John Bastian.

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Suicidal Lover(Revised, In line form)

Learning to live with suicide.
Their was just something in her eyes.
It almost made me cry.
But damn't baby that was a wasted life.
You can't be serious I wanted to make you my wife.
Oh oh oh come on talk to me any way you want it.
On the phone just to know your not alone.
Sick in the pit of my stomach.
As much as I'm their she doesn't even see me, taste me, feel me.
A woman with no drive to survive.
No soul.
No more.
Used, abused, and confused.
Trust doesn't matter.
For theirs no laughter.
A enormous hole and no way fill the void.
No need for control.
A slave her own suffering.
Misery fills me, and it has destroyed you.

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Deadly Disease

With only so many cocktails
To a disease that eats at your arteries
Keep it down but never kill it
Each cure will only keep it decolonized it for so long
Then it to the next
I'm speaking of something similar to mrsa
The only difference is it is contained in the blood
No contagion risk.
Mysterious is such a bacteria
So rare that that CDC is called in to investigate
What caused this?
Was it the hospital or nursing home
Can you sue, and should you
All very good questions
But the man says no, and continues on with his life
He could live for another 20 years
The doctors just don't know
It's one of those make the best of whatever you got left.

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