I'm not going to go into the details of this blog, however,

most that have known me will figured out where and what it stems from.

All of the poems represent what I ve dealt with in the past 2 years.

But it has finally come to pass... Next problem!

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Slave Of Fear

Tragic eyes of a tormented soul

Made broken & callous from an arrogant asshole 

Left terrified, isolated, cynical, and cold

Blind to the obvious with no belief in what she’s told

 

Searching for defects & ulterior motives

When none exist & she should know this

Ruled by my heart, desiring only her service

Yet everyone is like him so, I go unnoticed

 

Justified contempt,

Attempted evasion from fear of the emotions

Because it’s easier to push than to let go and be devoted

Yet the pain that is avoided is transferred to her lover

  Nothing is accomplished, only torment for the other.

 

The evidence abounds in the reality of it all

Though, she’s unable to see it from her scars and flaws

Imprisoned by insecurities, No trust on call

That division within causes our foundations to fall.

 

Her Master’s castle hence crumbles to rubble

As he kneels in the ruins, crying and troubled

My kingdom, my refuge… my expectations and dreams

Crushed to dust by her uncertainties

No one is real, it is all a conspiracy

Everyone's just out to destroy her and sow catastrophe

 

Such is her mind, her thought patterns tainted

Labeled with deceit, and selfishly painted

It’s a cynic’s prison, the miser’s tomb

Wretched reeling of encompassing doom

 

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False promises and broken dreams

Hoping against hope, it is not what it seems

 Turmoil, treachery, & unfounded misery

Ungrateful, unrealistic, destroying what’s left of me

 Doing to others what has been done to you

A hypocrite demanding what you couldn’t do

 Oblivious to the damage, unable to see

These merciless acts,I struggle to flee

 

Awaiting An Awakening

 

I ve been awaiting her awakening

& anticipating an epiphany…

To let go and serve me

 

Attempting to weather what I am undertaking

Saddened and depressed by the state of affairs

Her perception of me offers no motivation, which is why she doesn’t care

 

She utters she wont serve me. Now, completely forsaken

I ve craved her submission from my essential need

But I must realize my will does nt matter, She wont follow, so I cant lead.

 

The façade is fragile, because she is faking

You cannot submit without perfect love or respect

With which she never possessed, so really what should I expect

 

Just a broken, cold heart, I shiver, shaking

This frozen tundra can bare no fruit

I ve sown many seeds but each dies icy …yet again rebuked

 

Her misery permeates the making

Of every measure or principle I instill

But, she don’t see me, since she cant let go to feel