Friday, August 7, 2020

WILT

 I tried
But the rose now wilts
Was it my fault
To invest all the effort to keep it blooming
Only to realize it had a season
As the soil seemed not to be ready
And water wasn't there to support my efforts.

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We only talk about the glorified side of love
Forgetting what a monster it is
Some hide away from it
Only to find themselves wearing cloth of denial
Singing "what doesn't kill you makes stronger."

Forgetting,
it's the dagger that is plunge into the heart that is dangerous
But adamantly,
Playing the ignorant card
We race our hearts to slaughter chambers
Only to emerge heartless.

So I now don't blame them those that cheat
They were once loyal
But someone broke them
They once sought that special rose to tender
But they got left in the open.


tmandie@live.com

Friday, July 31, 2020

RECANTED

Would you blame me?
If I say I love you,
But I don't!
For I held a imagination of you
But you weren't here to give the love
As I pledge my heart to yours
But yours failed to reciprocate.

Would you blame me?
If I say I need you,
But not anymore!
For at the door of your heart is kept knocking for a long time
But you weren't here to open for me
Yet still I kept pursuing you in the depth of the ocean
Yet you left me drowning without  care.

So don't blame me,
As the ship sailed.
And my unrecanted negligence of the heart
Gave way
To freeing my soul from your vice.

Mr T Mandie
Twitter @hudrichent
Email tmandie@live.com

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

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.



Thursday, June 11, 2020

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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Tuesday, May 26, 2020

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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Thursday, December 12, 2019

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