Called Her Out!📢

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There once was a guy,
Short, slim and sassy,
His name, Sammie.
Now this story of Sam,
Is about him and his girl,
And how they fell apart.

Sammie loved,
Sammie cared,
Sammie wrote her notes,
Then Sammie got slapped-
She slapped him with excuses,
Of why she couldn’t be there,
Of when she couldn’t be there,
Of whom she’d be with instead,
Because she was tied, busy, and occupied.

So Sammie tried harder,
Loved harder,
Cared harder,
Wrote her deeper notes,
Then he got slapped again-
By a door she slammed shut on his face,
And Sammie stopped…
At the door of course.

And when he sat down to think,
Because that he did,
He thought about her,
Then he wanted to stop,
But his every next stop was her,
And he couldn’t tell her,
Because it would be stupid
To talk to her and get hurt, again.
So Sammie knew what to do,
Wait for it…

Sammie smiled.
He called her,
So he could call her out!
And he knew what to say,
He knew what not to say.
He called her out:
“See, I don’t follow you cause I’m confused,
You’re special and you are unique,
I know for once we were connected,
And that’s the special thing I’ve always looked for,
You don’t seem to understand,
That you need me as much as I, you,
But if you beg to leave,
I’ll let you go,
But know we’ll stop being connected,
And you can always choose another.
But before you go,
Know that should stop:
Stop keeping to yourself,
Stop running from the truth,
Stop hurting those who care,
And stop acting like there wasn’t something…”

And when he was done,
He hang up,
Sammie called her out,
He had to,
You too would,
And now he’s not alone.

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The Seductress.

She comes your way disguised,
Entices you with sweet words,
With sweet nothings lures you,
That you might lie with her.

She’ll give you thrills and chills,
Going to all extents-
Will try to catch you in her snare,
And she knows that she must win.

You don’t come prepared-
She’ll overpower you,
She’ll bring you under,
You won’t know till you’ve fallen.

So it is with her nail tips,
And fingers polished in gold,
That she’ll touch your skin,
Reach your soul and heart.

She’ll strip you of your glory,
Of integrity and uprightness,
And hold it up in victory,
Then let out an evil laugh.

With an intoxicating drink,
She’ll steal your conscience, sanity.
So that you can’t resist her,
You’ll want to succumb.

Then she’ll rob you,
Of things tangible and intangible,
Of things visible and things unseen,
And you will hate yourself.

So in self pity, you’ll submerge,
And in regret find no solace,
Then you’ll understand-
She’s no friend, she’s a thief!

You’ll be in her wall of fame,
And in her prisoner’s net,
Snared and ensnared in a dungeon,
Escape her grip when you can.

9.4.18

This Book🔖

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You know how when in search of know-how,
You some how end up with some ‘how? how?’
Questions that you don’t know how –
To answer…and,
Your brain is triggered
Your memory quickened
Your mind pages thoroughly scanned
Nought answers are retrieved.
And you, disappointed,
Will perhaps liaise with a library,
Or Google for the contemporary,
A scholarly momentary.

Well, some books are good,
It may be a story so crude,
With an antagonist quite rude
Who’s actions startle your mood.
The book becomes your food.
Sad thing is,
A book might be judged by its genesis
While its terminus… ellipses
Is the light at the end of the tunnel
A tunnel in a way is like a funnel
Its a narrow channel
Not everyone gets to the end.

Think about it-
What you forfeit,
When you refute to wait
For that analogous light
At the close of that tunnel site
Think about this too,
The little sorrow,
That leaves you so low,
Rather lonely and solo,
When you can’t follow
A story so shallow
Plain and predictable
Seemingly uncomfortable
Pure boredom, so miserable
Zero thrills
No chills
And you left with no choice
With a loud noise
Will drop the book for it can’t suffice
But they say it’s never a loss,
Since every book has a course
Though it be about moss
Or how to floss
Even full of flaws
Keep it close
Let your mind take a walk
This book can talk
Listen keen don’t shut it off.

LET’S GO TO THE MOVIES.

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Let’s go to the movies,
Let’s go to the dark hall,
The empty hall with empty seats,
Enough for you and me to fit,
Let’s sit at the back row,
View this new world from up high,
Stare into the big screen,
And for once forget our lives,
Let’s lie to our brain cells,
Let’s lie to our senses,
Let’s deceive our bodies,
That we are falling from the sky,
We can hold hands when it gets scary,
Let’s stare in together,
And watch the falling stars,
We can’t afford to stop looking,
Cause you don’t know when it gets closer,
Close enough to reach out to,
Let’s go to the movies,
Let’s take this escape route,
And maybe we’ll be rescued.