Words with anonymity

In verse and rhymes writ lyrically

You know her ever openly

Yet never have, before, met she

A shelter to unveil her soul

Shared with kindred minds, unknown

That which some may never know

She gives to you, candid, in poem

All her words, you hear, her here

A sonnet homophone

Layered in the many lines

Her substance; flesh and bone

Under lock and key will she

Remain a mystery

Until the door is opened

Through her prose and poetry

Roses are blue,

Violets are red;

Enough has been heard,

Nothing has been said;

Regret the success,

Celebrate the mistake;

Aim for first fail,

Dread when you place;

Dream of your fears,

Run from your hopes;

Flee from your friends,

Run toward your ghosts;

Strive for ignorance,

Rebel against success;

Love when you're last,

Hate when you're best;

Follow your head,

Ignore your big heart;

It's good to be dumb,

It's bad to be smart;

Beauty is hated,

Ugliness is loved;

Light is from below,

Dark is from above;

The game is beginning,

The explanation is done;

Reverse all last words,

These are fun ones.

I know not

the definition

of love

separate of

of of every 

being beside

my sense

and 

inadequate

feeling

self

groping

in the

pitch

of the universe

for we know not

what like a shovel

displacing our dirt

over head and

below

I do not know

the blood

we shed

in the

name 

of

#puzzled #challenge

I sit inside a shell.

I do what I want to do.

I can re-create a picture.

I can see inside of you.

I am gentle to the touch.

I am very hard to see.

I am round and beautiful.

I know you love to love me.

I am not good for everyone.

I am good for those who feed.

I am needed in everyone.

I am not one to tease.

I am now being summed up to something you can't explain.

I am simply your powerful function, I am simply your brain.

my love deals out

addiction for the price of

dreaming a blue sky

no one has to share

except him just me

seeking out victims worth

sympathy and jealousy

Mum’s the word...

...There will be no quiet riot...

Only silence...

...No

Hide your tongue,

Return to

anything that would

Drive out

All the questions

From without

Which plagued your senses

In the rain...

Turn it on...fast!

defiance

In this town that

Draws it’s shutters

When the ignorance

Slides in,

Serving to dispense with

Odd.

Turning off...

At attention,

Turn and cough,

As the radio describes

What has been

Recognized

As real.

God,

Or Not

But are we flesh-?...

Come to nothing

Do we feel?...

Is there not more

Then this script?...

like Families damned, and

Now

As fuzzy strangers...

...When we try to strain

Our un-hitched eyes

There’s only what has

Been...

Every fading alteration

Has moved on,

And left the

perscribed station...

...That is why we

Must think...

Hold ignore

what’s

Crucial in our grasp...

Know what’s truthful

At our core,

And when it clashes

Not

All of it’s deviant delights

That add such substance

To our night.

©

2019

Bunny Villaire

Here, there's a house

A man inside the house ...

opposite of the man, vitreous.

Blond hair at house,

A pink toothbrush

and red gloves.

There are no eyes on his eyes,

And no eyes on the glass...

A woman who owns them is missing.

Every evening it reflects the house, vitreous,

And two black eyes on the puzzle are missing.

I have surrendered and

I have sighed and

I have said sayonara

To you

What made you love me

I have to ask

I know why I love you but

Apparently, we’re not made for each others

There’s no such thing as “soulmates”

There are blazing flames

torching within me

stark agianst the

spreading dusk

my day fading under

a blanket of night

a tower of darkness

enveloping my world

sweeping all the lights,

all natural and man-made

until there is none

expect,

these blazing flames

a midnight blue dragon-flame

roaring into a world

lost to darkness

and there’s

a putrid smell of smoke

flooding my nostils

the taste of ash vivid

on my tounge

parts of my flesh torn away,

burnt away,

till you could see the ghost white

bones beneath

as I move foward,

riding aross the wind

following the line streaks

on the sky, left by stars

into the woods.

searching for a star,

a seed of an oak

with deep roots

spreading within the earth

strong agianst a tide of

tsunami,

to feed these blazing flames

and ignite them once agian,

to a firey, blazing red-orange phenoix,

that will crawl from ashs of my bones,

a shot of arrow

into my world

that will

spiral everything to life once-agian.

Perfect lies of puzzle pieces.

Underneath the smile there's an avalanche of pain.

Zap away the facade and you'll find that sometimes the inside is damaged by

Zillions of those pretty lies, razor sharp.

Legos in a master build

Every lie is a piece of the puzzle.