Over 16,544,265 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
its 4 am a strange voice wakes me suggesting I rise and shine,
startled I jump up and have a look around it seemed to be all in my mind,
to unease to go back to bed plus I have a full day planed out,
so my day has begun in the weirdest of ways no clue what that was about,
to the sink I soon head face towel in hand all set to remove sleep from my eyes,
I arrive at my destination only to find the mirror held quite a surprise,
it me but not me he seemed to look through me and move when I reached for the soap,
he folded his arms and I hear that voice again saying rudely {my god what a joke,}
that's when it got weird because the voice started to sound oh so familiar you see,
I spun around then focused on the mirror the voice was coming from me,
losing it dose not describe how I feel at this moment in time,
I'm either still sleep or crazy either way I need to get a grip on my mind,
who are you to live such a life as this and NOT love every minuet you are given,
you have all that you need yet greed allows you to play with the hearts of two woman,
{FUCK YOU MAN} I respond your not fit for such luck with a look of disgust on my face,
not only are you pushing them but you test me as well I see you and I see disgrace,
anger took me I lost control yet it seems though I doubt I had that in the beginning,
I pushed him he smiled I swung the mirror cracked is it me or the mirror who's winning,
blood poured from my fist what a dumb move that was I look up and see i'm not alone,
the voice still haunted me laughing and saying now I am free to roam ,
a blow from behind I fell into the tub gripping onto the shower bar and curtain ,
had it set in my brain I was dreaming it all but the pain made me so uncertain ,
I got up with a rush we flew into the hall my shoulder buried deeply in his gut,
followed by a nice combo left hook right cross come back with a nice uppercut,
he rushed back I monkey flipped to the room we came from we fight until he dies,
I scream and charge in only as fools do and caught Lysol in both of my eyes,
the towel bar I grabbed swinging in a blind rage I connected two or three times,
with all the blood and the mess that the winner would lose paying for these crimes,
down the hall to the kitchen then bedroom destruction followed like a twister set lose,
I beat me in the head till I broke the bottle of a MR.PURE my favorite juice,
I got free from my grip dripping blood all over carpet and tile but i'm okay,
looking for something sturdy enough to finish the job { a Pyrex ashtray ! }
with that in hand I stand over me and whats left of my skull I crush,
the battle is over I breath so heavily I inhale the settling dust,
my eyes closed I try to get a hold of myself I just cant take anymore,
reopen them to find my body not there yet blood and ashes on the floor,
and pounding with force open up I hear someone is at my front door,
police no doubt no way to explain they'd take me to jail for sure,
the least of my problems I have much on my mind since all this begun,
in the heat of the battle I lost sight of my self I know NOT which one of me won..
dark desire's
fires burn,
lust from deep within,
resist i must,
repel these thoughts,
for only the weak give in
and once sucked in
you are lost to love,
unable or willing to fight.
a slave to those eyes
those lips her touch
i know this cant be right
even in dreams
i see her face
lost like a sailor at sea
release me from guilt
from lust from love
do this as a favor to me
one may wonder
why not just give
her beauty is beyond compare
everything single thing
all you've ever wanted
it all seems to all be there
but you are all fools
you do not see
one way this could end
she would be my reason for breathing
my personal sliver lining
how can we just be friends?
some where out here is a woman lost she does not know where she belongs///
she knows not her true place is here and we cant help her right her wrongs///
this girl likes girls and would soo love mine and care equally for me///
yet shes never been here so she doesn't know yet that here is the place to be///
if and when she finds her way this house will be home again///
full of new hopes and dreams that only rise up and will not can not descend ///
full of love trust a place to return after the longest of days ///
and she will know this love and respect its power and know WE are not just a phase///
Three men approached the gate to heaven and as
there was only one opening left, the gatekeeper said
that whoever had the most remarkable and worthy death could enter.
He asked the first man how he died, and the man replied,
'Imagine this -- I suspected my wife was having an affair
behind my back and I wanted to find out the truth.
I came home from work one day to surprise her and catch her in the act.
When I searched the house I found her in the bathroom.
The mirror was fogged and she had a towel on but her hair
wasn't wet, so I knew she wasn't taking a shower.
I looked all around the house to find the guy.
I found ten fingers hanging onto the window sill outside.
I pounded them until he finally let go.
When he fell he landed in some bushes and
God must have loved him because he lived, so I threw the
refrigerator out the window to finish him off.
After all the excitement I fell dead of a heart attack.'
Then the gatekeeper asked the second man how he died. He replied,
'Imagine this -- I'm minding my own business on top of my
apartment building. I was riding one of those stationary
bicycles when the screws gave out and I flew off the side.
I reached out and caught a window sill, then some idiot
started pounding on my fingertips. When I fell I landed
in some bushes and God must have loved me because I lived.
But then that same idiot threw his
refrigerator out the window and it crushed me.'
'That, too, is horrible,' said the gate keeper.
Then he asked the third man the same question.
His reply was, 'OK, imagine this, I'm naked in a refrigerator...'
my knuckles I crack ,
a new contract is written, dated, and signed,
every three months, I must renew or,
or lose this life of mine,
a agreement with death now has me ,
its quite the proverbial pickle ,
better and better I must continue to grow,
or feel the sting of his sickle ,
but why me I wonder ,
all I asked was the chance, to have a gift,
to spread joy, bring smiles, to the faces of friends,
perhaps give there spirits a lift,
and for this talent he bestowed on me,
what he asked me in return,
to write for him four times a year ,
and that brought to me no concern,
such a small task for the treasure he gave,
or so I thought you see,
but writing good enough to keep death entertained ,
is quite a big job for me,
if I bore him just once , or repeat a subject ,
just one single time,
this all could end oh so abruptly,
my life is on the line,
a muse I must find ,
some story untold , by me or any other,
I switch subjects so often to keep death off my tail ,
I have no time for my lover,
and I miss her so, and my family as well ,
but no time to regret choices made,
he comes soon, and I have nothing ready ,
the pressure has me so afraid,
someone help me ,
make a deal that will take, his attention off me for a while,
to entertain friends is easy enough ,
but to make the dark one smile,
is becoming impossible, I can see an end coming ,
it doesn't look good for me,
I deal with the deal, soon to be his next meal ,
oh how oh how could this be!!!
three more months have came to pass ,
it's time again to earn my keep,
make good with the words, and rhymes, and such ,
or like some mutt be put to sleep,
writers block is not a fitting phrase,
so we will call it coroners cube,
control I have lost, I am unhinged, unhitched,
falling apart, unglued,
and the dark one isn't just coming ,
he stands behind me as I try to fill,
this page with some poem, or limerick, or something,
but perhaps I should be typing my will,
though sound mind part, I probably won't add ,
for I myself have doubts,
in the past I've studied all I can about life,
trying to learn all the ins and outs,
and today my lesson be happy with who you are,
and what you already own,
I wish I would have learned this long ago,
but how could I have known,
that my wish to be great, a simple wish to write,
would one day lead to my doom,
I wanted just wanted to publish a book or three,
not invite DEATH to my room,
and he is hear a bit early it seems to me,
but who am I to tell,
the great grim reaper how to read a calender,
I am already scared as hell,
and I have nothing written except what you see here ,
my fear will cost me my soul,
and I am ready to face him I yield I quit,
I relinquish total control,
as I turn my chair before I can say ,
allow me to get my coat,
I see a swirling dark twister he has left me to be ,
in one big puff of smoke,
either I amused him with the calender line,
or he realized he WAS a bit ahead,
either way I care not you see ,
it's another day I am not dead,
you landed near me and truth be told I just could not BE more pleased
heaven made a mistake and lost an angle and now im on bended knees
asking no begging for you to glance my way look deep into my eyes
I see you for what you really are no need for this disguise
before you leave to return to where you belong my only request is this
allow me to have one moment up close so that I may taste those lips
and when you get back just wait for me I will not be long I swear
we can meet at the gates I will be singing a song hoping to see you there
