whatyouseeis Poetry (69)

There are words
that are
not words
they are just but symbols
of a meaning
that brings upon
a hidden feeling
that cannot be
described

You keep sane
on rainy days
you make me smile
when your not looking
you steer our ship
to a beautiful place
where you wait
for me
to stop sulking

It is not
this body
that you see
that is me
it is I
who lives within
can you see
that is me

Is it not true
that the words
I care for you
no matter the cost
of my own well being
no matter
the consequences
of the life
that I live
are not these words
far stronger
and deeper
then those sad
tired
worn out
bland words
I love you

Why
do you hurt
me
have I not done
everything you wanted
My love
My dream
My wishful thinking
My belief

It is not really you
that I need
or want
it is the energy
from your fragile heart
once bitten
twice shy
is the best
when that day is born
when you finally
understand
that all you believed
was just ashes
you held
in your hands
and as your heart
like a building
slowly falling
crumbling
to the ground
The hurt
The despair
The self loathing
That you cared
Again
It is that
sweet nectar
the energy you release
when your heart
fell slowly
into
your own personal
Abyss

It wasn't what you thought
was it
convincing yourself
believing
your wishful thinking
is all you need
to turn my world
into your wants
to take me down
to your childish need
for me
to believe
that your ignorance
with your body
is bliss
as you sit comfortable numb
staring
at the evening soaps
of shallow thoughts
that don't want to know
about the cancer that grows
within your mind
that is slowly
turning you
blind

One cannot walk
this path
that shines
this path
that has been
carved
through the concrete jungles
of lies and deceit
through the rotting smell
of corruption and greed
where there are people
who lurk within
people
who have nothing
but stunted twisted
seedless thoughts
on the need
to keep you
and your children
submissive
compliant
weak
on your knees
so they can feed
on your blood
sweat
and tears

One cannot walk
upon this path
that has been
carved
through the concrete jungle
of lies and deceit
this path
that now shines
dimly
though the falling mist
of broken tears
that lay gently
upon the scattered bones
of those
who stood their ground
who held
their head up high
and carved this path
though the jungle of lies
trying all alone
to put things right
for the young
for those
who have yet to arrive

One cannot
walk this path
that has been carved
though this concrete jungle
of lies and deceit
though the rotting smell
of corruption and greed
one cannot join
those who are left
who stubbornly continue
to walk
this lonely path
that has been carved
by those who came
before them
those
who got off their knees
to carve this path
to help the kids

Turn away
from me lady
I don't want my heart
in your hands
Turn away
from me lady
now
Turn away
From me
I'm as scared as can be
when I feel you
Within

My room has been
unoccupied
for as long
as I've been alive
I've had a few
that's come to view
my heart
and one or two
that has just past through
with a bottle
of wine
Never laying
any
roots
Never deep
Never wide
so turn away
from me lady
I don't want my heart
in your hands
Turn away from me lady
now
Turn away
Frommm me
I'm as scared as can be
now that feel you
Within

A place where I thought
I was comfortable
A place
where I could hide
no variables just me
myself
and I
just thinking
such is life
as I watch
love
walk on by
so stay away from me lady
I'm scared
to put my heart in your hands
to change the way
that I live
so please stay
away
from within myyyy
pain
of being alone
Again

The problem
with photos
is the same problem
with ones mind
they can be
very good
at lying

I
cannot read
what I cannot define
I cannot see
what makes me so blind
I cannot feel
without the words that you sell
to a lonely heart
that knows you so well

Mum
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth baby
but why mum
why
because baby
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to baby
to listen to
fake news
why mum
because baby
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create

Do you need
What you cannot
define
do you want
what you cannot
describe
are there thoughts
not of your own
where despair
sends your heart
into the unknown