There’s a family of rats
That live down the road
They live on the water
On a cluttered boat
I visit them sometimes
Give them some food
Amuse the mother
Play with her brood
I feel so much better, slumming with the rats
It keeps be grounded, while I saunt the fat cats
The rich ladies in their white houses
Their clean space without mouses
Slumming with the rats
Playing some guitar
Drinking some wine
Laughing haha
Sometimes they come a little too close
Forgetting they’re rats
And I’m the noble host
So shoo them I must
Put them back in place
For a rat has no place within my space
Category: Truth
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Who the fuck does she think she is?
Let’s give her a session of TRE
Let’s get together with the broken rabbit
One one we pulled apart by habit
The one we maimed mute
The one we pushed in soot
The one that saw my colours true
While I’m so busy manipulating you
Come let’s do a ceremony
Come cut these ties
Around my neck
Let’s burn the skies
While the rabbit in her hole
Let’s have a day
Wandering the town
And begin to play
Pretend all is ok
The world doesn’t exist
I am the queen of all of this
I’ll act innocent
Though I broke female code
Stabbing a sister
When she clearly said no
Pushing my needs
Because they’re more important
“I’ve had hard times
Come comfort me Seagoat“
“Is she ok? Oh I understand
Go go go
Go be her man“
I’ve put my stamp
She knows your loyalty
Let’s give her more trauma
To hold eternally. -
The warrior stares at the space
Where her arm used to be
Warm by the fire
Yet still feeling so empty
Riches all around
But still in her mind
Is the battle she lost
Where she lost her pride
Abandoned in battle
Fighting alone
The memories a torture
As she sits back at home
The sadness in her veins
The tears will not flow
The emptiness fill
Her darkest shadow
The queen played her cards
A damsel in distress
Pulling on the strings
Where ceremonies caress
The king chose his queen
When the crier spoke out
“Fighting for what?“
The warrior did shout
Her heart molten lava
Her pain like the current
Pulling her under
The destitute torrent
There will come a day
When the warrior will face the queen
Will vengeance play out
Will she rip out her spleen
Or will the king get in the way
And even the score
The warrior waits patiently
Because she knows this means war… -
He stared at the red hand of his wife
Why are you bleeding?
She looked at his hand holding the knife
I’m sorry, I just have this feeling
They both stared immovable
For her being so naive, he started to shout
Wiping tears with her sleeve, she bowed out
No words can be heard by the deaf. -
There was a man who lived on the sea
Who had a dying wife
Each day he would serenade her
And warm her heart each night
She got sicker and sicker
But little did he know
Since the smile that shone out of her
Dazzled the darkest boats
So the man went to the port
And met a young lady
They had their way on the beach
While the wife lay in pain
The man returned and told his wife
He felt confused by his actions
But the wife simply passed away
Her soul abandoned her in seconds
Looking down she watched them
No longer who they were
Saddened by this tragedy
Both beyond repair
She looked across the bed frame
And up towards the night
There was his soul opposite
His eyes blue like the sky
No words came out of their mouths
But so much was shared
Without their bodies
Only love was heard
It filled the sky like an explosion
It warmed the earth for days
They wondered as they floated back
Could they survive this phase
They slowly returned to atoms
Into denseness they were cramped
She opened her eyes as he held her hand
And for life they did thank. -
I feel a little torn
It’s making me forlorn
Keeping my words away from you
In fear I’ve overdrawn
We need our balance and space
That’s something I can’t deny
But I’m struggling with the ratio
When I want you by my side
Maybe I need to spread my wings
Sit in someone’s nest
Give each other the distance we crave
Rest my beak on another chest
But I don’t want to nest hop right now
I am finding it hard to force it
My heart longs for the swallow at sea
And I refuse to cage his movement
50 days is killing me
The countdown even worse
I’m not sure how sustainable
Love is on an empty purse
We have huge priorities
Big dreams to fly the world
Yet here I am pining
Wishing in his wings I was curled
There needs to be a solution
Or this bird will simply perish
Or maybe I’m just too impatient
And this need I must nourish
Maybe I’m just impatient
Bored of counting days
It’s not enough to imagine you
In want you in my face
Bleugh! Distraction! Focus!
Focus feathers focus!
Keep my eyes on my own ball
Remember my own path
Don’t let love throw me off
Else I’ll feel heavens wrath -
I can’t have an ‘all the best‘ or a ‘have a nice life’.
Our hearts are raw and in pain.
How awful this end for a husband and his wife.
No listening was done, and she couldn’t open his eyes.
Beyond the mirror and his self obsessed life.
When friends they were, open they spoke.
Calmly they loved and often they would joke.
But husband somehow changed, as did the wife
When they realised how intense was their life
They built up walls
And cried for hours
They destroyed softness
With their magic powers
The ones they were meant to use for love
They used to destroy
The scared little girl and the frightened boy
For a moment she thought perhaps he was more
Than what she ended up bargaining for
Letting him in to such a sacred space,
Within her soul family
She lost her face
At least he didn’t meet her blood
At least she didn’t get covered in mud
At least she realised before it was too late
The man was a boy, a fragile state.
She thought she could hold him.
Make him feel brave.
She knew she could love him
To the end of her days.
If only he listened to her open heart
We would not have created her new scar
I guess alone like the wolf she always was.
And back to the sea returns his cross
In the dreams they sail together holding hands
Swimming the seas and dancing on sands
Until distant becomes their memory,
Their love fades away,
They get distracted by others
And new games they start to play
For now that’s just a wishful thought
As the wife she sits a sobbing
Saying farewell to her beautiful husband
While her heart is weak and throbbing
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