A Tombstone Turned Over

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A Tombstone Turned Over

 
Hahaha…where do I begin?
Its funny how things seem their best, come to a dead end.
Well I got a story to tell….  
I was under a love spell, lust spell that is because he had not much… To offer me, beneath me he was as he tried to rise above me...he moved me Deeper….and DEEPER… to the ground.
Words of promising lies were my four walls, and tricks and trades were of my surrounds.
The dirt that laid over me was dirty thoughts that soothed me, encouraged me, and caught my interest.
These thoughts were from him, and him who is the one that kept burying me DEEPER and DEEPER was well known as the grim reaper…  

My tombstone read what he had for me:   
“R.I.P my foolish one, it is I the thief at sight, that fed you lies through your days and made you cry at night. That fiends for what was inside…It wasn’t your heart or your peace of mind. Not your brainy smarts or your embracing look...But for your sweet, vivacious, SENSUAL GOODS...I am not a man that knows better but a DAWG that bites and a SNAKE that slithers. I go in out of innocents ones lives and cause you to do wrong when you know what’s right.”  

I’m letting you know now that you can save the grave that you’ve made for me What you fail to realize is that I’ve been set free.
Because you’re gone, I can move and hold onto what belongs…
To me…. my heart now beats and I can speak not alone think…and start brand new
So now here’s a curse that I have for you…
“You dig one ditch you better dig two, cause the trap you set will be for you”  


And your tombstone now reads:
“R.I.P my ungrateful child, you’ve lived your life of being wild. You will miss the best, and pass by what’s blessed. You will be blind and fail to see that you had the best there will ever be, you will suffer till eternity, and your heart will never come close to me. For the last time you have ended a great deal. Your blessings will be held sted-fast and still. Loneliness, regret, and sorrow you have been appointed…You shouldn’t have messed with God’s anointed.”

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

tutts’s Poems (8)

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A Tombstone Turned Over 0
ME, MYSELF, AND WE (WITHOUT YOU) 0
You Are Lord 0
Slowly 0
I Played The Fool 0
Hypotheticall
y What If
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Why Dont You Love Me? 1
Your Heart Had a 9-11(nine-ele
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