Thursday, June 30, 2011

Punch Fake Media Spoils

punch fake
how i hate the flake
like paint peels
nice to rip
but to see
underneath
all thats cosmetic
paint and peel
You really
Aren't quite the real deal

punch fake
when i look at you
such a pose you present
of yourself to the world
sex sells oh yes
even in poetry
so it tells
your story
using pains of women
 wars
glorified miseries
to gain your glory
to get your story

punch fake
from a miscarriage
to the carriage
you have carried it all
it seems
only I see your real lines
they are silvery purple
stretch lines of truth
a mass million zillion dot dot dots

punch fake
you tell lies
make your own faerie tales
exploit secrets
manipulate what is white
what is black
print it all
                  on an
off beaten track
and in between
Giving wrong directions
                                       
                                     wrong direction

and what about the grays
There are no grays
so you say
Grays
its an area
a mentality
those well trod old paths
common as muck
Take ya luck
its all pot luck
Where you end up
Getting nipped and tucked
all in the mind
thats where the gray of day is
and the gray of night stay
gray or grey or grave
sounds much of the same
All them grays
Old Truths
'Well           you say
"Its all cement
                         they just need a good filler
Like cracks and
                     paint peels
No one knows
               Anyhow what is
and what isn't
                The real deal

punch fake
are the words
that fall
from your lips
The looks
that you roll in a blink
with eyes
                                      that spy
on others
 and lie

fake punch
is the only thing you know how to give
to stand and deliver
you would rather fall
than be a giver

punch fake



2 comments:

  1. Wow,Beez! Your poem packs am impact and is so on target. Well done my friend, well done indeed.

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  2. As always an excellent tale and the beat is perfect. Outstanding my friend.

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