Too Much of the Wrong Thing and Other Poems

Too Much Of the Wrong Thing 

by Teresita Blanco

I have slowly become

This amorphous demon,

My old form has been forsaken.

Your lack of compassion

Has god’s sake shutdown,

This dreadful poison

Has made our morals corrupted.

Our destructive egos

Has corrodes our home,

This malady makes me

Convulse with desperation.

The role has been simplified: 

The more money there is,

The more woe exists.

As our woes increase in values

There rise 1000 men, oblivious,

This treachery they follow

Has made me wonder

Who was who stabbed me last?

Have you no guilt? 

This desperate resonating thirst,

Knows no true rest  

From your downcast eyes.

My greatest desire

Becomes your ire;

To see your crimson eyes

Filled with pain,

Filled with rage.

These small drops

Surrounds my pain.

Lately there is …

There is too much

Of the wrong thing.

Category #2

by Teresita Blanco

The weight of the world we carry in our shoulders

Even now, its pulling us down,

Rest assure, my friend, that we have strong shoulders;

Even though you weight a lot.

To us is our every day job

Though enjoyment it lacks,

Envy, pleasure and passion

Please tell me what they are.

Oh! The thrill of victory…

We savor its fruit vigorously,

Even now it’s fresh on my lips.

You enjoy wrecking asunder all

Who stand shoulder to shoulder, 

Even if we share the same flag

Our home signature differs.

Yet, you mercilessly prefer

The beating heart of vengeance.  

You see, we feed our woe

With your resonating lies, 

All true resolve forsaken

We slowly push on

Hearing our echoes,

Pushing us forward.

They reminds us,

Of the new Eve in earth

Every faced owned a smile

Soon he came, and no…

He opened the door,

Bringing down this misery.

Our pace eternally slowed,

Yet, our road not lost.

To us he was once a leader

Yet, his betrayal is at hand.

 

As soon as this happen

Our mark of shame

Became our true name;

Our heart beats

Hold no more songs,

Resting above the shadow

We prepare the last harvest

The flames are cold, starving.

Traitors 

by Teresita Blanco

Traitors !!!

Our will is unforgiving,

Our life is sinking,

 

I’ll flee this boat !!!

I won’t stay,

And die like the rest.

“Traitors !!!

Like a good soldier stay,

How could you leave us?

Leave us to our doom”

-They yelled as we fled

A voice from above…

Is he the master of days ?

He will tell us if we must end our days

“Why do you leave now?

There really is no proper

Reason for running, 

Selfish both sides are.”

-Are both selfish?

“This is what you are,

No other side

Is worth more.

Both are the same coin.”

Clue

by Teresita Blanco

I ain’t got a clue

What the hell is going on,

Yet, I still press on

With my head like a gun.

This is my fate

To be consumed by hate, 

Without my mate

The end hurries on.

For you its fun

However, it ain’t.

This is what we get

From your mistake.

For this very reason, 

I yearn to release this stake;

The stake inside 

Draining my left side.

I ain’t got… a damn clue, 

What the hell is going on?

For some reason, I still press on

With my head’s gun.

In our thoughts lie

Nothing, but the lies.

Within my soul.

However, still shines

The one true eyes.

It is strange

This war we wage,

Against our brothers

Heedless of honors.

I have not the slightest clue,

What the hell is going on?

Yet, obliviously I still go on

With the trigger in my head … there is the Gun.

Our greatest performance

Comes without a purpose,

Only those whose

Tarnished gray furies,

Can master the ancient art;

The art of abandonment,

That made our man 

Into this shadow

Of a new beginning.

From this catastrophe

Our ashes where reborn 

Into these automatons;

Mindless, worthless,

Indolent automatons,

Without a mind of their own,

Only their written protocols.

As my steps lead me forward,

 I start to realize,

That in this life

We ain’t got a clue,

What the hell is going on?

Yet we still press on,

With our head like a gun.

 Copyright Teresita Blanco

No way in hell do you have permission to use my poems without my express written consent.Hell knows no fury as a lawsuit from me!!!

 

Description: Too Much of the Wrong Thing and Other Poems • About: These poems are about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: Too Much of the Wrong Thing and Other Poems • Keywords: anime, atlas, carry, clue, cool, demise, escape, job, mercy, original, Pain, passion, pics, poems, teresita blanco, traitor, war, world,  • Mentions: NA • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •