Goldilocks and the Three Bears (Revised)

The nastiest tales,

of blood and nails

are fairy tales,

mind you.

For example let’s take Goldilocks,

that thieving little snot.

When the three bears,

made 3 bowls,

of porridge mixed with hair.

They decided to take a walk,

to London’s big tower clock.

But when they were away,

disaster came to play.

Now children, stop reading the story,

for now it is gory.

I wish this tale,

wasn’t put on sale.

So you read still, is it?

Are you not afraid even 1 tid bit?

Now, I must ask you,

how would you feel,

if one thieving snot gulped down your meal?

Well, that’s what she did,

that rotten little quid.

Oh, and there’s more to add,

things are getting bad.

She saw an antique chair,

priceless for mother bear.

And she jumped on it for all she was worth,

and ground it down to earth.

She then went up the stairs,

without any cares.

When she went upstairs,

she found the beds of the bears.

And flung herself on one,

with her shoes dirty with what a dog had done.

Then without a worry,

she slept in no hurry.

When she woke up she saw,

straight into papa bears open jaw.

And GULP! She was swallowed!

THE END.

Bad Guy

Every time I look down,
I see his face...
that rogue smile,
those twisted eyes.

I feel the sting,
of his hands on my face.
The blood pouring,
from my broken nose.

He pushed me down,
but I got up,
already brushing of the dust.

I’ve had enough,
seen a lot,
it’s my turn to be the bad guy now.

You’ve hurt me ‘nough,
you’ve done a lot,
but it’s my turn to be the bad guy now.

Driven

I am driven by desire,
out of control,
my heart is worked up
in a frenzy.
My nerves are frayed
my hands now shake,
age has killed my body,
but fuelled my hope.
my eyes are steel,
my will unfazed,
I will strong tall,
through sleet or rain.
no matter, no matter,
how many devils I face,
no matter, no matter,
how many bruises I take,
I will, oh I will,
complete my share,
in destiny’s tale.

Dark Truth

In the shadows of the cloak,

As the night clutches hold.

I hide thy bravery,

in their rotten smoke.

And in the face of destiny,

As thy fate rolls past,

I dance to the beat of my heart,

In a long forgotten melody.

My soul aches to tell you

To show thee the divine truth,

To lie beneath the morning sky,

And gaze at the cobalt blue.

As the lies bottle up,

It’s harder to open now,

My teeth are clenched with fear,

And my heart, an immortal cup.

The golden ichor seeps from wounds,

Invisible to the naked eye,

My blood line finally licked clean,

By power – hungry hounds.

My chest finally heaves,

Struggling with its last breath,

As my eyes move to the horizon,

To the light the sunshine weaves.

My gaze is tinted gold,

With a little scent of pine,

My cracked lips move in,

A silent pray to wings fallen cold.

The hero steps forward,

His hand on his silver sword,

His steed beside neighing,

It’s head held like a lord.

His eyes eye me warily,

His hand at the hilt,

Then with surprising gentleness,

He lifts me caringly.

He puts me down at a meadow,

I hear the far off fall of water,

And as the rubies of the crown fall,

They shatter the silent dough.

Then in forlorn hues of the past,

I sit beside the roaring Thames,

My essence slowly dissolving,

A mere shade at last.

Nobody Knows

Nobody knows it’s empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past 
Because I left you there…

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won’t even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here…

Nobody knows it’s painful.
They think that I am strong. 
They say it won’t kill me, 
But I wonder if they are wrong…

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains, 
Trapped in the mystery…

Nobody knows I need you. 
They think I can do it on my own, 
But they don’t know I am crying 
When I am all alone…

In life

In life moments come and go,

take your shot or you will never know.

Dreams they are true or not,

Depends if you take a shot.

But the minute goes it does not stop,

It’s never waiting; you have to take a shot.

You’ll get trampled, you’ll have to fall,

 But get up now; you’ll have to walk.

No matter the blows that will strike,

You will stand, it’s part of life.

But like a hunter waiting for the season,

You don’t wait long you will get the reason.

When it falls when it rains, it falls on all of us the same,

But after today the worlds gonna know your name.

And all it takes…

Is one man who has drive,

Determination in his eyes.

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