The MIST BY MALCOLM BRADSHAW

The lost boy 👦. – Promote Yourself

You was sitting there ‘ waiting patiently ‘ you were coming home 🏠 ‘ so politely.

When time came ‘ you was not there ‘ I thought you were gone ‘ with out a care.

I’m looking around ‘ where you maybe ‘ I can’t find you ‘ so frantically ‘ scarey roads so dark and long ‘ im looking for you ‘ where are you gone.

Tears rolling down my face ‘ wondering what place ‘ are you hiding away from me ‘ or are you hiding underneath a tree 🎄.

I’m looking for you ‘ with a frantic heart ♥ ‘ im looking for you ‘ in a
park.

You came home 🏠 ‘ my heart ♥ burst with love ❤ ‘  now your home 🏠 ‘ my boy my love ❤..

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014

Seeing Red/The Breaking point-promote yourself

 

Let us leave the past in the past Seems like the right thing to do But if you stepped in shit yesterday You still gotta clean your shoes Either that or track a mess back home Now your past is in your present Stinking up your house It all happened in the past But you ain’t clean in the “now” No way…no how Who goes number two Without wiping their ass? I know it sounds crude Perhaps I’m being rude? But you can’t parade yourself as some “upright” dude If you’ve been a glutton feeding your face From out of someone else’s soul-food If you took what wasn’t yours By the power of your own will And made it your own By the silence of lambs Fashioned a robe from flesh Every gain from only a boost Well guess what? “the chickens are coming home to roost” What goes up must come down An apple upside the head Or six feet under ground Can ya’ hear me now? Ya’ feel me? I was right beside you all along Did you ever really see me? I was there when you snatched a ring from the carousel But ya’ climbed on someone else’s shoulders to do it Put your ass in their face Made a profession of faith And still clung to disgrace What goes around Comes around In spades… And that carousel is what you’ve remained on While thinking you were walking straight Evil in your eyes Concealed by designer shades But they will come off The light will hit you You’ll be my next rhyme And I will spit you Out!! Lukewarm Neither hot nor cold Laodecean… I will name you Call you out into the open And shame you You’ll get angry Your temper will flare But I’ll stay on you Till you are spent Mad bulls charging full of rage I’ll be at peace at the table prepared before me Put on my bi-focals Turning page after page And occasionally…  make a little finger swirl in the air  while whispering a lackluster whoop-dee-do “ole'” Till your panting and puffing and gasping Collapse in a heap Fall into a sound sleep And all that much vaunted pride Is flicked off of your flesh Like the puny pathetic lies Of a deceiving little flea whispering in your mind That it ever really was. anthony gomez “if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers” God Bless

Confetti – Promote Yourself

There’s an emptiness at the heart of any compressed space.

The air that fills a dome; an unanswered echo.

There’s an emptiness in my heart

That reminds me

All of my ideas are empty.

The floating leaves from a fumbled folder

Flying papers littering the sky.

This emptiness must remind you

How light and flimsy your desires really are,

How gently they fall from the sky to the floor

A confetti of mercy and good intentions.

Shredded emotions that fall at your feet.

They are, in the end, compared to Nothing,

Merely the fleeting litter of this mind.

Bio:  Igor Goldkind is a San Diego based Poet, Author and Producer.

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