Tag Archives: Manipulation

My Scorpio Was Lucifer

You remind me of all the tragedy and trauma I try so hard to romanticise
Of all the pain I hid behind a smile
Of all the weight I lost trying to fit in with the style

You remind me of hell and mental asylums

Of the snake that told Eve to give the apple to Adam – they were both parts of me
You tried to annihilate them

A realisation based on the sands of time
On the realisation that your heart never was mine, only the curses and the demons from time to time

You remind me of sin and gin
Combined with anger and the demons of hell singing

Of ravenous corpses rising

Of a plague only the mind knows but the body shows

Of ravenous corpses climbing
Of a plague only the mind knows but the body shows

Yet I see Saint Lucy beckoning

With light like a stream

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Magdelene the Siren

Am I like Magdalene?
If I am, I have been her since I was young
Only no white garment or exorcism was enough
No stinging water, no oil thrown hard enough
To cast the demons that were displaced upon me

My soul is forever heavy
Lilith that swims amongst the sea breeze
I take no prisoners for the sea has already captured me
The sailors are the ones that use me
Yet when they try to cling to me
I capture their soul with my talons and drag them with me
Into the abyss
And hold up a mirror to their soul
So they can see they have lost all control
And their inequity they can run from no more

The true sullied and decrepid nature of a man’s soul
Grotesque and seeping
with pus filled sores
By the million ways he has tried to curb his pain
with a vile sword

There is no honour in creating a Magdalene
In ravishing a siren
You should have committed seppuku

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The Unforgettable Jinn

As I leant back from our kiss
I tried to mask the pain behind the smile you commanded of me
Only this time my eyes were the expose of all the lies you forced on me
The bitterness and dislike
The dissatisfaction and pain in our fornication

You finally saw it for what it was
And decided to punish me for it

Twisting and turning my sanity, like a dummy on a string, controlling me like somebody with a nervous tic
You grew to hate me for not loving you
For rejecting you and all the iniquity your heart would spew

The taste of your lips was grim and yet I would try to keep smiling
Until one day my smile cracked
And your screaming caused it to shatter completely

And then you punished me one more time completely

Now the fall out has passed
And I am a caricature of happiness for those that are around
Still, the memory of you haunts me
And the evil you did finds me in my sleep, talking of your future, of your past and the women you have caused to bleed in your arms
Like a broken record, the memory of you plays on and on
Imprinted on my skin and lips, the place in-between my hips

So I release you in these words I write
Release you to let you know you’ve lost this fight
I didn’t want a war or a battle and yet I’m left with scars

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Hate Needs Lovers Too

As you sit there and I idly chatter, I can see the demons begin to prod your mind
Ever illusive when you question if they are truly there
Apart from when you’re unaware at the growing pit of darkness that subdues you in your bed
Any conscious effort to exorcise yourself lost as you are slowly misled, by those dark little fairies dancing around your head
You wish to cry out
Bed laden with sweat
You want air but now a goblin sits on your chest, resisting your urge to open the window and leave the bed
Your legs weak yet restless

No one can help you in this state
Shame has crowned your head, oh how you pray you was an ancient African King instead

The demons know your dreams, so they know the quickest path to your mental death

Still, I sit here with you and drink with you
For I too know what it’s like to have a daily death
But I must leave soon for your fiery disposition destroys me to my depths

I do not wish to reach hell yet.

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A shackled visionary

We grew up knowing familiarity and culture as pointers of our identity
But what happens when the orchestrators of our destinies frown upon our forms of survival in this foreign geography?

Will they imprison us and hold us mentally hostage?
How do we then free ourselves from this unfair slavery?
How do you rid yourself of an oppressor you love so dearly?
How does one prove their innocence without alluding to profanity?

It’s all a game of snakes and ladders
Taking one by surprise
You must break this charm
And stop thinking that your freedom will cause you harm
For the only thing that shall cease is your oppressors call of alarm
When you realise they do not bear arms.

And even so what is the point of a dictator when they cannot protect you from life’s woes
Threats so underhand and sinister, that would leave anyone in throes

An individual and their lived experience is their own true hero.

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Martyr Lover

Is it the diamonds between your legs that turn these men in lascivious beasts?
The cupid’s bow of your mouth giving them an insatiable feast – like manna from heaven they clamour but only at first.

Is it the freedom in your laughter that makes them seek your confinement? Your personalised Pandora’s box?

Or the care in your words and the softness of your bosom that reminds them of the mother they never had; the affection makes them run mad. They wish to martyr this mother.

Be careful beautiful sisters who are blessed with those glorious wreaths around your heads
There are men who wish to enslave you and have you make your bed among the stars

Do not let your purity of heart fool you.

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Cirque Du Soleil

My eyes only grew murky as I let you lie to me
Confuse me with words of comfort and persuasion
My heart too good and naive to use and lose you

Like part of a circus
I let you make me a sideshow piece
Entertaining at best but soon I grew too pricy

Soon the backflips were not enough
The tight-rope began to be a noose around my neck that you pulled for every notch of your dissatisfied anger

Dangling now from the ceiling
I look down at all the games and obstacles laid beneath me and see the animal that you made me

So I elegantly dropped for you
Even as the pain spread through my ankles, I smiled for you
Bowed out gracefully for you

But now it is my time to run from you
My lover that turned into my owner

Your whips that once disciplined me out of love have made me bleed
And there is no happy future that my tarot foresees

The old gypsy was always me
I just hid her because you would treat her as if she were crazy

But it’s time I leave so I can truly be
This experience wasn’t meant to be what it turned out to be

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