(Humor Poem) A Riddle Me Not

I was asked the most interesting question
Why do males travel in packs
While women travel pairs
I'm not sure how to react
Being of what I am.
Was that a misguided insult
What will be the result
A fight forth right
An argument of the tongues
Its how one comes undone

My answer to this is men don't mined the competition...

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(Content Poem) Content

Even upon death those we care about the most are always remembered.
Even in the most harsh December the heart can only be temporarily frozen.
It will be thawed and reawakened.
Never will we settle for being forsaken.
Such elevation as the temperature rises.
Love becomes of a constant high.
Always content till the very end.

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The Cult

From a culture you build
From a warped opinion you destroy
With words you hypnotize
Pretending something you're not
All shall follow with no mind of their own
Actions done as a group
In unity, in harmony.
With such evil intentions.
We must learn the art of prevention.

(For those who are not educated, are victims themselves.)

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Emotionally Distraught

I'm waiting on you?
Come on why won't you say anything?
What happen to you?
Is their any I can do?
I hear the words in your eye's
But your mouth just won't move.
What is wrong?
What did he do?
He will pay.
I hope he has prayed.
For this is his last day.
I won't be swayed.
Not by anything you say.
This will never be okay.

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Beneath The Clouds

Future be of the past
The here of the now
For in such one should be proud
Another painting of the clouds
In mystery it shrouds
What is beneath them?
What is it hiding?
With absolute understanding is in this world I am demanding.
To walk with no shoes
As pain is bared
Make a promise yes I swear.
Knowing not if the end is near.

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The Road of Hate Traveled

How do you be nice to someone you hate?
How do you speak lies as if they were truth?
Sincerity with the light touch.
So dysfunctional are my thoughts.
Kill my enemy with kindness.
But how?
Do I make them feel proud?
Feed an ego that makes me want to vomit.
Strokes oh so shallow.
As am I in this intent.
The road of hate traveled.

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Freedom Of A Girl

A story of a girl.
So young of age and out of this world.
With love she drives.
With love she thrives.
As time slowly tics by.
Excitement rises at the thoughts of freedom.
A gratefulness as she released from the cage so long held.
To a new kingdom, to a new homestead.
I want say as if I was their.
Yelling be free my little bird.
Be free.

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Money Is A Very Evil Friend

When a man is not use to receiving help from a true friend.
He offers gifts of all kinds.
He's afraid that they won't stick around.
He has only known monetary friends.
So when somebody refuses his gifts he thinks he did something wrong.
He next move is thank them repeatedly as if he was asking for forgiveness.
Money is a very evil friend.

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Your Biggest Mistake

Love in a moment of wait.
A question to oneself about the hesitation.
Doubt in the crowd.
And he's ruining the party tonight.
He gives you all the wrong reasons.
And everyone your believing.
Without looking with your own two eyes and seeing.
Without listening for the words of sincerity.
Doubt he was your biggest mistake without any clarity.

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The Beasts Paradise

The beast does not just go.
Not with out taking a couple victims first.
Oh no, oh no!
A meal to stave the empty months upcoming.
For in the wild everything has to be hunted.
But here it is an easy pickings in the open and so defenseless.
He will be back.
You can count on that.
For that kind of hunger does not just die.
This is now his paradise.

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