Poetry

I used to think of myself as a poet, A cunning tongue for lustful ear, Now all I see is perversion, A screaming child in shallow mirror, Two halves of the same equation, The light inside, now smothered flame, Serpentine image, a s*xual creature, A damaged whore, with packaged blame, I used to be me, my children's father, With loving thought and righteous word, Before this self induced confusion left me, With spiteful greed and hope absurd, I can not fix this problem, A breakdown seems to stain horizon, With tears I soak this page, Afraid of death, and mortal wizen,I have heard your words, although they sounded rehearsed and insincere, I paid attention; I listened, and wasted some of the possible best minutes of my life. You were see through faded, had me twisted up and super jaded, I was lost and out of my mind, I thought if you do what you wanted to do, I would go out and seek the truth, lessons learned and scars to show where I have in fact played with fire, and on my own knees I begged for truce. You did not listen, you had no mercy upon my heart, break me, take me, ravage my body and again forsake me, is this life, as what I have come to know. In my journey I search for truth and wonder…is this pain I feel, a secret punishment that I so desire. The book of life and truth warns of chasing whores and staying up till the crack of dawn, as idle hands are the devils tools, often wondered is what I believe, my morals my tools for my own salvation, is it just the work of clever story tellers leading fools, a book written to control, and now you have the same power over me, I have hope in you so you now have control over me?
-Blinded Fool,
Charlie 7-2-10
Hope you liked my poem...lol just twisted words I jotted down one night when I did to much thinking, mixed with to much drinking...lol fun times I suppose. If you Like my profile say hi cause believe it or not I am kind of a shy guy till I get to know you and may wanna talk but just dont know how to say hi, then watch out lol.