Sliding Doors and Walls  

MulleenofMelb 53M
2300 posts
3/13/2018 5:11 pm

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3/14/2018 4:25 pm

Sliding Doors and Walls


Sliding Doors and Walls
These sliding doors and walls
of your many confidences
the words you whisper private
say to keep these secret
the meetings and the calls
the distance noted over all
are you here or somewhere there
staring into the pond of affectation
is the only face you see mirrored back
that of your narcissistic self
and so many lines in the water
so many hooks hung with bait
do you sit alone and smile
as over these many blinded loves
you sweaty masturbate
moving one piece and then the other
no one knows why you bother
you can't live without this treason
practiced without any reason
other than the support
of your own rotting character
a person by duplicity all hollowed out
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
not caring for the bruises you leave
how those lied to might grieve
a player you might call yourself
a lover of many empty
as a stone rattling in a tin can
all hollowness and yet what a din
loving all and can let none in
beyond the fabric of the lying self
the person you are not or ever
will be as long as you are
lying to yourself and all you meet and see
hiding behind sliding doors and walls
always been less than true
a traitor to the good and honest
how you nibble at their opened souls
seeking the sustenance you cannot
provide from within your corrupted self
in giving them the fake light of your love
as cardiacally poisonous as foxglove
a drop of you deceptively toxic
a hollow crown of love you wear
and such affectations you constant swear
saying is not me is fake lies bred
by those who should not have said
all the truths they know and utter of your deeds
leaving only the rising twisted stench of your needs
and as all wiser turn and leave
you ever darker and rotting fall back
hiding behind sliding doors and walls.



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MulleenofMelb 53M
2735 posts
3/14/2018 4:25 am

    Quoting author51:
    It is a storm we shall weather and survive.. Thank you for writing this one..
glad you "enjoyed"! Life seems to be of storms, and if we are becalmed, storms are needed.

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author51 55F  
59279 posts
3/14/2018 1:25 am

    Quoting MulleenofMelb:
    for the wounded, but not dead
    hurt by those who care not for what is said
    live lives of shadowed deceit and hate
    as if hanging lanterns on the coconut trees
    to lure unknowing trusting ships upon the reefs.....
It is a storm we shall weather and survive.. Thank you for writing this one..

One can never have enough JOY in their life...


MulleenofMelb 53M
2735 posts
3/13/2018 11:45 pm

    Quoting yesmamallthetime:
    If only they came with warning signs
    But like the Deer crossing one
    We can only be alert
    For action
    Able to press the brakes
    If needed.

    This is a heavy poem for those of us who have suffered this betrayal all too often.
truly heavy, but aimed for honest.

large flashing lights, and sirens, atop dangerous individuals you would think might act as a warning,

(but sometimes, almost against our own commonsense we still proceed forward.....perhaps even with warning device we would move forward to see what all those flashing lights and loud noises are all about....)

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yesmamallthetime 51F  
8963 posts
3/13/2018 11:03 pm

If only they came with warning signs
But like the Deer crossing one
We can only be alert
For action
Able to press the brakes
If needed.

This is a heavy poem for those of us who have suffered this betrayal all too often.

Stimulate my mind with words of poetry. And my body will follow it's lead...


MulleenofMelb 53M
2735 posts
3/13/2018 5:13 pm

for the wounded, but not dead
hurt by those who care not for what is said
live lives of shadowed deceit and hate
as if hanging lanterns on the coconut trees
to lure unknowing trusting ships upon the reefs.....

Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ.

Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction


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