memories mimic reality

memories mimic reality

A Poem by B. Bishop
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and tell the milkman no more cheese!!!

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Stemmed to the roots, underneath your walking boots, an assassin android with a trigger finger is now in cahoots
Like mud on a shoe it seems that I’m finally over you
take my words to the grave, pain engraved via slave, the whole world you must save for you feel they don’t know how to behave
Blood drips from the crave then washes to shore with a wave, your backbone depletes when it’s time to be brave
You can’t stand to tall when your backs pressed firmly against the wall
In his hand holds the barrel hidden underneath his ghetto apparel,
His minds ready for a war but his hearts already lost the battle
Time heals all wounds except for those inflicted upon the flesh
Your scars will remind you that your life could not hold up to the test, hold up to the rest, that is waiting in line and has been yet to infest
Hold the light to your eyes, hold the tears in your eyes, hold the whimpers of your heart then you can whisper your good bye’s
With the crack of lightning you fall back, called off the attack, fucked a girl hard because she had a nice rack
Hung out to dry, hung by a noose built primarily on lies
The path seemed so clear so you let the autopilot steer then you found yourself naked with a gut full of beer, gut full of fear, knife and a tear, let the crimson flow till your graves marked with a year
Tide in and tide out, deceptions what it’s all about, lure you in to see the sights then drown you in the final bout
My tongue hit’s your neck as I go under your skin,
Your moans fill the night, I’ll come to you but I wont say when
Unanswered words hit like a slug to the chest
You lay in your own liquids but it’s okay, I know you did your best
Maybe next time you’ll return something that I’ve said, the trail that I’ve led, or will you say nothing and leave me fucked in the head
Saying my farewells now for I’m going to bust a new scenario
I’ll leap into the afterlife and I’ll live upon and aerial
Uproot this holy trinity, divinity means nothing to me, in fact nothing means nothing to me, so something means everything to me
Life elapses like a freight train with a blood stain on a wet vein,
I’ll cross my arms and tie them up, a padded room, drool from the mouth and be insane
Crazy in the brain, pinky and the brain, a mouse on a wheel with a name but no game
Make friends with shadows in my room when the suns high above at noon,
I’ll name my favorite one then lace it with a girls perfume
You can now visit every bit of my delight, within my right an empty promise is in sight
With my hand in my pocket I’ll take out superman with a fist full of kryptonite
My papers seem to be legit, it’d be unfortunate to dwell on all the s**t I seem to visit every time you challenge my wit
I speak my heart but I contradict every word I say, I say I’ll never leave you but I’m not here to stay
I feel so alone for when I talk to you the cords not in the phone, I’m like a child without a home that’s lost in a distant time zone
faith brings distaste as I excrete the contents of my waste, why don’t you take a taste of the punishment permanently washed upon my face, take a listen I’m kissin, DOA of my division



 

© 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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