heartache (part three)

heartache (part three)

A Poem by B. Bishop
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Although I did my best to help I’ve been left with only memories
Times are quickly changing yet it has been the same for centuries
I seem to wish upon a star because that star will always shine
The white line via sunshine is a mind set I always like to combine
I seem to look past the rain clouds for it always helps me to feel alive
Like a life vest in the lock nest  I now know just how to survive
I look deep into your eyes and feel my heart start beating like a drum
I know that its just begun but I know that this love is far from done
It’s like a message in my brain that’s slowly pulsing through my veins
In a world that’s overbearing I just want you to know my name
I’ve never wished for a million dollars I’ve only wished for happiness and peace
I’ll throw a rope around your neck then pull you to me like a leash
I look into the mirror and see two in my reflection
Now I’m used to rejection but I’m ready to make a correction
I glance around in horror because my thoughts are pre determined
So no longer I’m a hero but a cowards mind determined
I play around with your senses because I run with a disguise
You knew the end was coming but it still struck you as a surprise
A captured life rewinding for now it’s hard to be original
I’m known by every man but in this world all I am is invisible
I developed my own species that’s the head of its own class
Toxins flood the brain because you rolled and smoked the grass
There’s always a sheltered dream that stays alive behind closed doors
Its been stocked on every shelf but not once ever sold in stores
I have all the time in the world so I’m constantly staring up at the clock
Your window is now smashed in and on the floor with a message attached to it is a rock
Drained of severed strength this wound no herb could ever replace
I hold firepower in my pocket like a gun that’s been locked up in a case
There’s an elixir of silenced power, a witch concocts a deadly potion
I’d offer you my heart but my heart is as endless as the ocean
Lost on the story board my cells are stuck in animation
Been locked up in hand cuffs and escorted down to the station
Abysmal reincarnation causing this world a dangerous manifestation
It’s like a death sentence relation with a soul that’s been lost in translation
The surround sound has been lifted this action they now televise
The murder was just one person but its been labeled as genocide
I’ve received a medal for last place in a match that they don’t even categorize
I try to shoot for the stars but it seems that my downfall will take the prize
The tickle of foreplay makes you consider wanting to stay
The sky above is burning like when the sun rises from night to day
You had the right to destroy me and that right you did abuse
Acquisitions are on the table now its become your turn to choose
I’ll rust away all of my problems just with a bucket of acid
The fumes will then radiate with an essence that is totally rancid
My heart swells with pride because to love I am a slave
I’ll mount atop of that saddle until their digging my own grave
From roots to roses the power of petals is what I need
You’ll plant me like a flower and then I’ll sprout out from the seed
Its time to extinguish the flame for it has now run down to the shaft
You told me that you loved me so all I did was turn around and laugh
Def on earth, hoping that when I reach heaven I’ll hear angels sing
Tried to mess with the bee but all I ever got was the sting
Luncheon of lecture my head was down as I was trying to dream
Later I sat in the shower and tried to write a message through the steam
I’m blinded by the light of blazing rays above at noon
A whistle of mayhem taunts and sings a hallow tune
I now drink a mouth wash that is strictly set to defecate
Drops a bomb like it were nothing but a warhead out to activate
I’ll choke down a pill that will alter every sense of my taste
So I’ll crash to the toilet to excrete the contents of my waist

Time is always of the essence never know when it’s the end
I’ll never know the future so I’ll simply sit back and pretend
Countless nights I’ve lied and convinced myself that your by my side
Time will never rewind, try not to drown by the flooding tide
A hand recall of motion and hold a heart that’s been full of guilt
Its like a monument right by me but in front a barrier had been built
Keep your face around my neck I hold you tight inside my locket
I’ll pull it from my neck and then I’ll stuff you in my pocket
I’ll take out a lighter and I’ll burn my deepest desire
There’s no need for an introduction just read the rose that wrapped in fire
It’s a scar that lasts the ages so it’s a burn I must acquire
I’ll peel the petals with my fingers it’s a signature I must admire
I’ll leave a session of mourning, it shows I love you with a twist
So every wound that you are holding was once my favorite place to kiss
In life and what’s deception I hold up a shattered fist
The heavens break to tears so in our world it starts to mist
I’ve got the strength of a thousand men so I’ll never accept defeat
I’ve got the words of a thousand men but I’m still to afraid to speak
Break the vocal cords and then you’ll disconnect your spine
A release that’s weak in the knees it seems that your running out of time
It’s the test of time with a catchy rhyme it moves into a new world order
Lost in the pages on twelve different stages it’s a story with a beautiful border
You lie through your face but your bluffs are a ghost transparent
Nothing is sacred its like a shirt you just need to know how to wear it
Words lost at sea its like a dragon that it nothing but mythical
Distort my retort your opinions are queer and there cenacle
Step back relax for your downfall is nothing but typical
Stuck in the desert my hopes of getting back resorts to nothing but a miracle

I’ll fine tune the last issues and then I’ll press the kill switch engage
Falling to pieces this year is fashionable in fact its now all the rage
Presents sights precise for as of right now nothing lower will suffice
I have a blade chilled as ice staked to the cross like he’s Christ
It’s the gold side of the rainbow that no leprechaun can ignore
Search these trivial pursuits I’ll break out the compose and then I’ll explore
Like a soccer ball to the head attack the net until you score
Running away from my past so with my heel a break down the door
A guardian from another world I came and visited you as you slept
The tragedy’s never ending meaning you can’t sleep until you’ve wept
I seem to have conquered all your body but now I see your logic I overstepped
I’ll brand you for the future for my mark is now on your neck
Kept pristine in a casing but all of the color is slowly fading
As I stare it down I’m now debating whether this treasure is worth maintaining
I’ve given up on gospel its like a hospital which cures to deceive
Take out the readers digest it’ll explain why I no longer believe
Pure guidance is just a misery for an inner conscience I can’t achieve
Like Scooby Doo has solved a mystery which was full of deception and intrigue
I walk inside of a dream that has instantly morphed into pure fiction
Like a crack head on the streets end I’m now fighting off this addiction
There’s a bomb ready to explode and I’m lost with which wire to defuse
Like a comedian ready to stand up for the masses I must amuse
Locked away in cuffs for the money he spent was fake
Ten years till he sees his family again you can knock the groom of the wedding cake
Is what I see really there or am I now not even awake
A chill runs directly down my spine that causes my whole body over to shake
Oblivious to the obvious to see when natures furies at its worst
They’ll unload me in a casket then they’ll transport me in a hearse
I receive anthrax in my face when I open up my home mail
It’s like a spike in a handrail or a virus sent to you through email

© 2008 B. Bishop


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Added on February 9, 2008

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B. Bishop
B. Bishop

smithtown, NY



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