by enigma2Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
Feb 2014 414 Views 5 comments
Diceiving - Diciever
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
in shining armor goes on endless games of deacitfulness,
feeling crashed like sudden hurricane thrown heavy tree
to fall on my soul,
realising that all my suffering in sleepless delirium
of selfless giving to chase dream of love - true desert dust
where oassiese of discovered water waits to greet me,
to remind me that all troubles where worth while.
It was all just a childish dream,
creating sett of necklaces made of empty sea shelves thrown on the sandy beach...
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
is dressed in seductive performer of love deception,
King who loves me truly by selling radiant love letters and
passionate phone whispers where stars always rise
above my eyes,promising love to eternity...
somewhere near the ocean where palm trees inviting us
to promising happiness and thrown net in the sea never comes out
to leave us with empty hands
while 'little favours' of his endless troubles are lefted for me
to be sort out...and dream that some days soon
everything will be over for good.
In game of deception is two of us now in enduring time
to pull another trick on each other
and serious game of life is played like a poker cards,
who will come ahead with luckier hand
but now my King of romance doesn't know that
table is turned over
when we keep feeding each other with dreams,
where my King of deception become enemy of all I ever dreamed
and I sadly know that there is no real winner in this game,
where my dreams of the greatest love story,
rhymes song of hopeful happiness meant to inspire,
all turned to be empty bubbles made from my King to gain profit,
and now my Sisyphus laugh goes beyond my hidden tears that hides at the cone of my eyes where little shiny stars twinkles in hope of better future to come;
reassuring myself that I'll be all right
and it's no use of being blind.
The truth is;
it wasn't my seductive King od deception that deceived me...
I was deceived with my own chase to reach fantasies and divine love
To be in love with Love that is the greatest of me and my King of deception,
To be in Love with my own compassion for humanity,
to be in love with selflessness,
where suffering makes me feel closer with God,
who teaches us, for only what we give away
Enriches us in finding Divine,
while tears hides in cone of my eyes with twinkles...
I still wonder how to end our seductive playful game of deception,
Between me and my seductive King of deception
My humble self become better performer in writing my King sweet poetry
while wishing to lock him as bird in cage
or make him push heavy rock all day and night as Sisyphus,
and as the days passing by it's getting more tiring for me
as there is no joy or triumph in my wining...
Deceiving -deceiver
is not a childish game
but stiller of time in happiness.
in shining armor goes on endless games of deacitfulness,
feeling crashed like sudden hurricane thrown heavy tree
to fall on my soul,
realising that all my suffering in sleepless delirium
of selfless giving to chase dream of love - true desert dust
where oassiese of discovered water waits to greet me,
to remind me that all troubles where worth while.
It was all just a childish dream,
creating sett of necklaces made of empty sea shelves thrown on the sandy beach...
It was while ago when I become aware that my charming King
is dressed in seductive performer of love deception,
King who loves me truly by selling radiant love letters and
passionate phone whispers where stars always rise
above my eyes,promising love to eternity...
somewhere near the ocean where palm trees inviting us
to promising happiness and thrown net in the sea never comes out
to leave us with empty hands
while 'little favours' of his endless troubles are lefted for me
to be sort out...and dream that some days soon
everything will be over for good.
In game of deception is two of us now in enduring time
to pull another trick on each other
and serious game of life is played like a poker cards,
who will come ahead with luckier hand
but now my King of romance doesn't know that
table is turned over
when we keep feeding each other with dreams,
where my King of deception become enemy of all I ever dreamed
and I sadly know that there is no real winner in this game,
where my dreams of the greatest love story,
rhymes song of hopeful happiness meant to inspire,
all turned to be empty bubbles made from my King to gain profit,
and now my Sisyphus laugh goes beyond my hidden tears that hides at the cone of my eyes where little shiny stars twinkles in hope of better future to come;
reassuring myself that I'll be all right
and it's no use of being blind.
The truth is;
it wasn't my seductive King od deception that deceived me...
I was deceived with my own chase to reach fantasies and divine love
To be in love with Love that is the greatest of me and my King of deception,
To be in Love with my own compassion for humanity,
to be in love with selflessness,
where suffering makes me feel closer with God,
who teaches us, for only what we give away
Enriches us in finding Divine,
while tears hides in cone of my eyes with twinkles...
I still wonder how to end our seductive playful game of deception,
Between me and my seductive King of deception
My humble self become better performer in writing my King sweet poetry
while wishing to lock him as bird in cage
or make him push heavy rock all day and night as Sisyphus,
and as the days passing by it's getting more tiring for me
as there is no joy or triumph in my wining...
Deceiving -deceiver
is not a childish game
but stiller of time in happiness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2014
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It is true story of 'scamming the scammer' and returning some of my money back by deceiving -proffesional Deceiver.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Sisyphus Basics
Sisyphus was an ancient king in Greek mythology famous not so much for what he did in life as for how he suffered punishment in the Afterlife.
In the Afterlife, Sisyphus was condemned to remain in Tartarus, the place of punishment. There he had to push back up a hill a heavy rock that kept rolling back down. Sisyphus was compelled to push the rock without success for all eternity. Since this was a hellish punishment, Sisyphus must have done something horrendous. However, the crimes that were awarded the worst punishments in Greek mythology tended to be the ones that affected the gods, particularly the king of the gods, Zeus. Thus, Sisyphus' crimes may have been, first, revealing Zeus' dalliance with Aegina to her father, Asopus, and second, craftily escaping from death until an old man.
Sisyphus was the son of King Aeolus of Aeolia (Thessaly), brother of Athamas, husband of the Pleiad Merope, father of Glaucus, grandfather of the hero Bellerophon, rider of the winged horse, Pegasus, and the founder of the city-state of Corinth. Sometimes, Sisyphus is said to be the father of Odysseus.