Sometimes people... #poem

Sometimes, people cut & run,
That's how, they say, goodbye,
Sometimes they use you,
Just for fun,
Then leave you, asking "why?".
It never was a talking point,
The way, you made them feel,
Emotion, and its tired disjoint,
The only thing that's real.
Commercial thoughts,
Of gain & loss,
The stifled names,
And who's the boss,
We leave the fame,
The work is tossed,
We never are the same,
And we'd do it, all again,
But, for now,
Just feel the loss,
And how, they were, once here.

Timely end

You cannot find a timely end
From one who feigns, they are your friend,
The cause of many woes & ills,
Withdraws, with selfishness, that kills,
But then, the truth, will come to light,
The wife, the life, the things, not right,
That forces, captive, righteous hands,
To judge the house, lest it cannot stand.

The Body is a precious thing,
It walks, it talks, it stands, it sings,
And brings about, all, everything,
But not, if it is sick.

We stand & care, for what we want,
But know, deep down, that we deceive,
Our own, base instinct, just relieve,
Destruction, in our wake,
The selfishness, just takes.
Then, when everything is done,
There's no more love, there's no more sun,
We know, we're lost, our lives, undone,
The lies, are all that's left,
Morality, bereft,
We justified, we just plain lied,
Because we couldn't be alone,
So life, lived out, now, on the phone,
The wrong, self seeking, never giving,
Damaging, the lives, we're living,
Pride inside, then something died,
The cause of all, the death, before,
Left alone, ourselves, implored.

Jealousy

It's all a matter, of jealousy,
And how, I hurt you,
Because you, hurt me,
And did it, in a way,
That everyone, could see.

How falsehood, and lies,
Kills all the good,
Despite grey eyes,
Disguised as everything,
I could ever need.

What, the fuck, was I supposed to do,
With promises that could never be honoured?
Nothing but howling, on the end of the line,
Promises, that became thin with time,
Which never could, be made good,
How easy it is, to change the rhymes,
As nothing, eventually materialises,
Promises, heaped upon themselves,
A way to gaze, through a future lens,
We stand, amazed, e'en hypnotised,
By promised pussy, lives, held high,
Then, nothing seen, as nothing's real,
Stealing all, you claimed to love,
When reality, denial, and waste,
Takes away, all feeling, left.

Moving, swiftly on.
Time to find, another sun,
We've been here, now, it's time, again, to run.
Old, Grey Eyes, versions, been, now gone,
Just leaves a hole, she used to fill,
Killed, all promises. Killed.
A tool of creeping, acrid death,
A gate, through which, the self can rise,
Slowly, friendly, crack through pane,
She'll come to you, ne'er back, again,
The free and lost, again, she'll find,
Promise life and love and will,
She'll take all that she wants.
Just hope and image,
Puzzle, cracked.
Don't be deceived,
She won't be back.
You're the shell,
Hollowed out.
Back to the hell, of fear & doubt.
For one so right, for one so just,
Dimmed dark, the light,
The curse, the dust,
The self, the self, your self.
The self, is all she was.

People come, but never stay...

People come, but never stay,
They say, they're true, but never do,
They say they're with you, for all of life,
Until, they don't get what they want.

Then the change in their fine weather,
Moves them onto, somethings, better,
Blaming you for all you gave them,
All they've taken, assimilated.

They don't mean to use the gifts God gives,
How one functions, how one lives,
The smells that come from sharing love,
The squandered heart, you offered up.

They idolise & rationalise,
Slidy-eyes, gaze at the skies,
Self-affirming, justifying,
Hating self, and analyzing.
Then, with answers,
make their move,
Movement, choosing,
Their own self-baked,
Home-made reason,
That attracted them,
Just for that season,
Resulting in,
such hurtful treason,
But then, this is their way,
There's not much left to say,
As they've always, gone away.

What am I, now you're not here?

To think, that I,
just take a thought,
Hang on it,
some sense of sport,
Drives that outweigh,
All I feel,
Considerations,
of what's real,
And realise,
You're no longer here,
That I have been,
Possessed by fear,
Now I'm alone,
Self-made & free,
What am I now,
Supposed to be?