Bellicose

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    Bellicose

                        A dream is what I held true....
                                 true- to the belief so much
                                               I confided in you..

                        Underneath  it all..you held fast to an
                                  alter-ego that came unglued...

                        Such a comfortable liar you've become..
                                   while you were taming the shrew-

                        You pretended to listen with such 
                                   genuine intent-
                      
                        Only to reinforce your hold...
                                             on future repents..

                         Hiding all that was real in you-
                                  creep out slowly when times
                                                    went askew...

                        You think that you've always been the same
                                  But- you know what is inside you-
                                            and who is really to blame...

                        I've stood tried and true...
                                 only to have your sanctimonious bulls**t
                                          faulter as you spewed..

                         You had such power with yourself-
                                    But..as time passed karma 
                                                is slowly dealt...

                          When it comes time for your turn
                                        for all things to come round...

                          It will come back ten fold...
                                      leaving you hopelessly bound..

                                                      
      
                                           

                                 

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    bitchywitch commented on Bellicose

    06-29-2009

    bad-ass! you really hit the nail on the head..i never knew how to describe that same kind of sh&t in words..good job..thanks for saying it for me!
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    StandingBear commented on Bellicose

    06-01-2009

    A balance exists for all things to come full circle. No stone will be left unturned. Another great write. 10
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    Amare13

    06/29/2009

    Thanx so much for your sweet comments..Amare

    WordSlinger commented on Bellicose

    05-29-2009

    A very good poem, true wisdom, I like everything about this poem. To bad we can't be born with such wisdom, only to learn things like that, Good Poem, :)
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    Amare13

    05/30/2009

    Thanx so much for the comment...keep writing...

    RavenBridge commented on Bellicose

    05-29-2009

    Wow this is amazing! Love how you used your adjectives and descriptions. I like the use of religious dogma and how you use it to gain revenge in the poem. A very nice piece!
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    Amare13

    05/30/2009

    hey..thanx for the comment..keep writing

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