Ampaino Stings Bottled

Asked not to do this!

picking a fight with the past

ghosted out by the future.

Called a legend in their journals;

yet a drunkard

at the hand of depression bottles.

Pulled at the bottom of the bottle.

Trying "ampiano" to calm my nerves

but a Dinosaurs on the floor.

Lushed in regrets

was it the past? on a cruel one

or the present; on a case for the future?

Held on a curse of the forgetten

trumphets rolling grief on pulse

paused to believe on change

yet scarce to locate on goal.

Was it a score to life?

or VR having the last laugh on goals

played to be out; with burden over loading.

Loading to crush testimonies

as a legend is just a tale of brokenness

without life to repress.

Cemented Doors

I cemented the door they came in with
Forgot to let them out
Now at night they play with my emotions
Torture my dreams
that sleeping has become a daunting task
Insomnia being the cure

I cemented the door they came in with
Forgot to rearrange house before I did so
Now dirty thoughts come to bare at dawn
Playing with mind to dream evil will it's day
As time have become an element of torture
In the chambers of my mind
Destroying the vault once kept secured
Now my dirty thoughts roams freely
Engulfing everything they come to touch with

I cemented the door they came in with
For they now lodge in me
Wrecking my happiness with their delusional hope
Burning my passion with their chains of fire
They being the thoughts that drive a billion kings crazy
That trouble Queens to rage with blood shots eyes
Ready to murder all that screws them
Now left hoping the door could be reopened

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I,m

I'm the centre
that keeps their structures strong
the beam
that provide them with light
the spear
that hunts their foes
in the depth of night
the tree
that provide them with oxygen
on a scotched earth
the fruit
that brings life to them
on desert plain

For I'm
the one they persecuted
to feed their egos
the one they rejected
whilst among them
now they call onto my name
the one they screamed crucify Him
yet scared of my purpose
the cornerstone that stand before them
but back then once rejected
the one they played carpentry
while carrying their burdens
the one they placed amongst the thieves
yet guiltless of the crimes charged

As I'm
the living God that concurred death
to buy for their freedom
spilling my blood to fulfill my father's call
for death had no hold on me
as I spread my love
for no cost at all
singing angels of my victory
to the salvation of the world
preaching come onto me
and i to give you rest
for my will
is to prosper you for eternity

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Fire Tales

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

Sang the little rascal
As the smoke serpentine
Filling the atmosphere with unusual paint
Amber - red - blue reflection
Downhearted
As the rascal sound looped
Troubling the mind
Thousand pounding questions

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

The resounding sound
Inflated rage
As disbelief sparked hatred
Provoked by the little rascal's fading voice
Clinching fist
Dead being the enacted judgment
Compassion lost pretext
Blood shots drowned tears

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

Crowded thoughts
Racing thousand miles
Unexempted temper ignited
Death to surely come
As calm fled the mind
Loneliness engage the gear
Repeat the clipped set roll
Screened within the cortex
Wilting
Drying the anger to an explosion

Hop - skip
"Daddy's car is on fire"

By Mr. T Mandie

Just Gone

I wish I could repaint these walls
That the stains left by love
Will be wiped out of my consciousness

Yet I keep them as reminder
Of the one that got away
Leaving me with an empty shell
Where the heart used to reside

Pruning the future we were to have
Pawning our love for bowl of meal
That trust went
Fleeing the scene with blood painted hands

Mr T Mandie

Chasing Shadows

Light in the dark
Chasing after each others footsteps
Crippled by the blindness of the night
Shattering sounds of long distance  passer-by

Waking up at unholy hour
To take a cab at uneven life
Pearcing through the silence of calm
Disrupting happiness as known
Undertaken by the grave of the heart

Maybe it's just grey areas
Unchartered plains of life
Delusional hopes of tomorrow
As the soul wipes the soul
The heart strangles the heart
The flesh torment the flesh

Loneliness
As peace offering

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