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your ego has no halo


your ego has no halo

 

why when you get laid do i get screwed?

and you’re always dressed, while i blush nude

newsflash, your ego has no halo

her friends are all men

seems again and again

no key to their vault

it just wasn’t her fault

she was too needy

cared not for those greedy

aced crossword puzzles

with inked letter bubbles

angels accept cash

shorter lines do get fast

true colors seem dull

staring at stilled seagulls

she does not exist

or so she’ll still insist

scene selections read

while union jobs are dead

magic wand hard core

the one tool she adored

her hands are tied tight

she refuses to fight

a chuckle to laugh

cheeky smirks just in half

i’m headed somewhere

from here and everywhere

dragonflies in seas

firefly bumblebees

reader discretion

advised to perfection

she a puppeteer

strings were her biggest fear

manipulated

from means she created

she directs opal

three toys in total

they may not be real

but she knows that they feel

wood and fake faces

drunk and so wasted

string master unseen

talents seemingly obscene

the insanity

professional vanity

after a while past

time turned quick and fast

remaining unseen

she then could twirl her dream

puppets and not dolls

sculptures not stupid balls

it’s the innocent

that want us to invent

sick really sick

these wooden sticks

varnished and painted

cracked and sainted

trust me lay low

cause your ego got no halo

you fool your halo has the ego

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Bathe


Bathe

Bathe

Bathe in the smugness of others

Flirt if it is a must to interact

It’s of no importance

You’re the task-at-hand

You’ve grown unnoticed

Then uglier with greed

Witness the competition

Try to entrap your ego

You easily spot the crazy ones

By the sheer fact they choose a straw

No children to neglect here

Let’s say good-bye

Yes the crime has been noted

My finder’s fee is large

I must take your sport

Standing tall in this sudden crowd

Emotions clear by the hair on your head

Let’s speed dial the band

They fall distinctly and lightly weak

Pains one to watch

When they claim better

No rhyme in a rhythm

Wicked to beat

Yet smelling sensational

My ink fades to blot

Noticing blood in the water

The victim laughs knowing a drop

Will create clouds in the wetness

Maybe just bad teachers

Or stubborn to be taught

Ovulation dictates my choices

Knowing you have been a mother

Without a daughter to be seen

Spaghetti’s and Sprite

Meals eaten continually

Run and win to kill

Maybe being dirty

Will take you back to Paris

I parked and bored

Some guess this never to be proved

Third Cup is next to scatter

I’m not at all impressed

Fingernail tips so black

Same color as my cousin

Let’s go let’s go let’s go

Where can I bathe I have to know.


Come lye here below me


lye here below me

When I was bitten, and chosen to be turned, I was already immortal. An angel. A fallen angel, yes, but an angel nonetheless

Tis that painting

To which you stare

I wrestle in hating

As she’s brushed there

 

Maybe see me so still

But it’s been a lie

A game to kill

What’s it like to cry?

 

I cannot comprehend

What it feels you say real

Wish I could once pretend

But it’s your emotions I do not feel

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Come to me now

Lay your body below me

Your going to feel how

Throbbing loved by we

 

Stare if you must

Your pissing me off

Loose the desired trust

I am furthest from soft

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Still you crave me

Based on what you have read

Fine weak mortal become we

I will enjoy rubbing on me as you bleed

 

Why must I attract

the obvious retards

Boring as expected to react

You pretend to feel some regard

 

You will die soon

This I say

Tomorrow by noon

I will enjoy you, my prey

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

Soon to be master

You’ll think so smart

Watch me play faster

and rip out your heart

 

Best take credit

It’s already dieing

You begged and I read it

My fun an invite to rush your lieing

 

Let’s go, wait we have

Your challenge of jokes

Has clearly offered the road you pave

My joy the day you gasp from chokes

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

Come play tough liar

This is my life

Decievinga crier

Feel my speed as your knife

 

You taunted first

Meaning I haunting last

Unaware I have yes started your curse

Fake mortals like you easily so fast

 

I promise you girly fool

I always get mine

Not one single rule

Especially of your kind

 

You know what’s so crazy

Is calling someone crazy

When you know they are

What is crazy baby?

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

I laugh as you don’t know

Yet call me in public scared then go

Your about to see in person

Karma you disregard ah, so you worsen

 

Unaware how you’ll be my prey

ever so soon, so fear what I say

 

 

 

 


My Weapon your Lesson


 

I am Changing, Why? Time is……

Another Vampire Feast

Yet you enter me at least

I will never let go

Your desire I now know

To show you I am wide

My secret hides on my other side

Only alone do I feel this pleasure

Hidden are my gifts of pressure

Fears undeserving far to long an

Love, immortal, is our song

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Now I was able to let you see

My weapons are none more than me

The source that is killing

the very one I find thrilling

Tis far greater to mock my mistakes

In my life, immortal, no saviours gate

Time I suppose will help me with skills

More techniques to learn, rules and kills

Come I will never let go

Your desire I now know

To show you I am wide

My secret hides on my other side

Only alone do I feel this pleasure

Hidden are my gifts of treasure

Fears undeserving far too long

Love, not immortal, is our song

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Now I was able to let you see

My weapons are none more than me

The factor that is killing me

Is the very one I cannot feel just see

It is far greater to beg for my mistakes

And in my life, now immortal not fake

Time I suppose will help perfect my skills

Techniques teach obedience whilst one kills

Rather choose to obey and respect

Distribute fear to begin I will Infect

Chase as effect to hunt thy prey

Just to judge their fear this way

You do not know what I can do

The silence you hear, is calm for you

Mistake me again for being kind

Reveals stupidity in your witty mind

Make no mistake I live in peace

I can watch myself even as beast

Time I pray will rid of his kills

Turning slowly I can’t sit still

Should you hurt just one I love

Or mock my being just look above

Search for protection as you look up there

Do know the prey you hurt with no care

See and hear the clarity I speak

As you only do know we will meet

What? Is it possible to respect your smut?

Do hope your joking, your finished and cut

You the type who laugh even now

encourage in sequel, will show how

Time I suppose will help perfect my skills

Techniques teach obedience whilst thy kills

You so perfect in all of each day

Run, start now, my love, my next preY

Until eve of Tomorrows Day

I must know why I change, what’s biting my way

Regardless mY weapon, will be your lesson.

Trust you may, come lets preY

 


I’m trying to find out how to write like me


My life as a white, female drug dealer, with all the elements excluding the audiobook which will take a little longer to complete.

First the Novel‘s trailor in video;

VIDEO for novel promo

Revised Cover

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.  This novel is far more than a story about a drug dealer.  It is delivered however by it’s core context through the eyes of a girl named ‘SKY’ who sadly is also an addict.  She kindly let’s us accompany her along her journey to the gates of insanity due to drugs, no direction as a child, a desperate search to be loved, trying to feel normal, when violence never left her life since the age of 8.

Amazing to be alive today, she hopes sharing her chaos and consequences may touch someone who needs to know they are not alone and there is hope.  We all have a story, and when we share a little bit of ourselves we never know who, but almost always help someone else.  She thought she never had a chance.  And look at her today, no known explanation, but she is sharing her story as hard as it may be.  She is learning that writing is very healing.  She has just begun.

Some Reviews;

What an amazing story … I saw the size of you … and couldn’t help wondering how unbelievably strong, brave, courageous and determined you were to stay alive despite all of what happened to you! I am truly in awe of you? You are a true survivor!  I agree that there is a reason why you were able to survive all of what happened to you … your book is the first step.
I so enjoyed reading it … once I got a chance to start … I could not put it down.
Absolutely, you need to share your story in the high schools … and I urge you to make contact with CAMH as I know that they welcome clients to share their stories on many levels.  I think your idea to bring it to the high schools where you get to address the “youth” is a must do.  Think of how many teenagers you can reach … girls that may have experienced or are experiencing what you did … by telling your story you will encourage young girls to speak out against rape and/or any other criminal behaviour towards them!  It will also make teenage boys think twice and/or be more aware of how unacceptable that kind of criminal behaviour is unacceptable and “girls” will speak out against them to prevent others from being hurt – and that there are consequences.  (The same goes for any boys that may have been invaded in the same way.)
THANK YOU for sharing your story with me … my “food addiction” and “unemployment status” in comparison with what you have endured in your life since the age of 8 … helped me to get a better focus on my life … I have lived in a “glass house”.  I am grateful especially for the richness I have stemming from family (my backbone) and friends.
You are an amazing woman …
I will pass your book along
  • Anonymous
As I read this, I wanted to jump right into the story and help this lost child. Well written. I will be looking forward to the next chapter.
  • Anonymous

Where to begin? This book is both compelling and shocking. The author pulls no punches and takes the reader on a journey; an honest, brutal journey which examines the nature of drug addiction and mental illness. Rarely have I come across a book which is thought-provoking, tragic, violent, uplifting and educational…all at the same time.

Frankly, not only was I unable to put this book down, I was also unable to stop thinking about its content for several days after reading it. If you only buy one book this year, make sure it’s “My life as a white, female drug dealer.” Not only is it the most important book this year so far, it will change your perspective about the life of an addict, forever.

The rest of reviews and available in eBook format and softcover format can be found on facebook, amazon, smashwords, LuLu and createspace, then also distributed for sale at Barnes and Noble, Kobo, apple, Diesel, kindle, etc.
I hope I have included what needs to be said, in this one post finally!  Thank you for your patience as the scattered newbie in me is trying to find my voice.
Two poetry books of a series are also available just the same as above.
I MUST add, all graphics and the execution of this video were designed and formatted by Chris Harrison, Creative Director.
Thank you and have a safe 24!
Centre for Addiction and Mental Health

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Desperate denial


I need to know you’re out there still

To know you’re searching for me

How insecure I have become

Since our days of being free

Every night when I retire alone

I close my eyes knowing

I will have to wipe my tears away

These tears keep on growing

It is a lie time heals all wounds

My time I had with you

Never can I let my heart heal

I’m scared that’s all I can do

If I stood outside

And stared above

Would you show me

Or maybe bring me my love

I am ignorant to think so

As someone would bring him home

He never meant to create a crowd

And suffers now all alone

He shot his brother

By mistake at home

Now running for life

Trying to become unknown

He must be fearful

As all he’s known

Is structure and kindness

To the bone

His loss of many

That they will kill him for

Innocent now absent

Guilty at war

Only time can help me

As I pray to defend

He will try just once

To come home again

His scent still strong

And clothes on the shelf

Toothbrush remains

With everything else

I hurt to hope

I cry to feel

Knowing this heart

Can never heal


The Brothel’s Ceiling Fan


An electric ceiling fan.

the brothel‘s ceiling fan

as my memory rests

i never forget why i loved

they told me innocence will never last

i am 40 something, needing to be hugged

once drenched in pain

choked back in childhood

when i would dip my right hand

in that gray flour and its gravity

love is so rare

a handful of ash holds

the entire world’s weight

i belong a long way from here

will you plunge through my home door?

announce by dance you are here

get me tied in a love knot, bitten free

let’s still get stoned

show me your veined hands

we’ll play and slumber in my life boat

only to wake, feeling your breath

on my neck. don’t tell me i am beautiful, show me

let me learn from your animistic release  (animalistic?)

depend on this breeze, as we do our chemicals

to cease my fear your embrace that seeks to still me

truth is i need to be inspired and dream of you

it’s true there must be an angel smiling on her face

when she thought up ways to put one on mine

only in tears though do i speak in the dark

keep your predatory clench in your powerful jaw

it hurts to eat, so you surrender my needs

inspiring me, releasing me, strengthening me

now gathering up moms clothes for the poor

a litter of souls, i love as i was protected

dreadlocks or crew cuts,i spend with my life

pleasing up my men, only one broke

blown open, a girl again for the first time

i listened to the earth’s heartbeat, finally

i am inspired, everyone i miss left hurt

some have claimed my heart as theirs

when my last love came, he slid a palm

across my eyes and lent me his mouth

laid his head in the middle of me

bent me, and my face rests on the

meadow of his chest, again to listen

to the earth’s heartbeat

i see many windows vacant

no one keeps the brothel’s ceiling fan

or the infants mouth sewn shut

suppose none of us stay in one place long

last night my dream was so deep

my bed came unroped from it’s actions

my father in the doorway, dead

just home from the graveyard shift

inspired as i possess that brothel’s ceiling fan

it has seen all that i do

it is silent and wicked

i find comfort as it has seen worse

it’s blue

my brothel’s ceiling fan

my favorite toy and rhythm

count its turns, as it drills a new hole

tragic

tricks of magic

mix it

or magic in tricks

depending on the gift of its breeze

while doing chemicals

expired

piles of condoms

blue.

my magic brothel ceiling fan.

kindle or smashwords or createspace


Your desires are monotonous


You have my attention

I’m  intrigued

Prove yourself

I do not reach fatigued

An endless darkness I will ensure your curse

In trade of entering any part of me?

Love, from a man, you wish to be my first?

As to enter anything, that you stare to see

First must be sealed, as you exhaust every desire

Fulfilling every sense, many unknown I possess

Finished and tired, no option, later you will expire

Are you paying attention? Yes? Yes?

Close your eyes and elevate your shell

Entwined in mine, as I control this lift

You I promise nothing short, but yell

My single, only, monetary gift

Keep up now Brave heart

The blood begins to flow

Loose a detail, you shall fall apart

It is sticky and dark, hungers me so

It is there in flight

With all your might

You will see a light

It is then Mortal, when I bite

But stop, I want to hear

What your reasons are

Careful, do be clear

Why death thus far?

You have me to believe

I am special, your quest

I will mock you now

I assume you seek to hit the best

No motive, reason, self desire

Just my submission

Standing there vulnerable

Begging my permission

ha, what kind of demon you take me for?

My Monster of Brave Mortal Man.

I’m waiting

My, Mr. namely, Razor

Impressed, you will actually

Keep your word

Approaching me

With……………..TBC

 


Im trembling


 

By kimberlyslyrics

I am Tre………mb…..ling

Did you feel that?

There just now

That feeling that somehow your not alone

Hold on you’ll learn how

This moment is yours to OWN

Feeling that too?

That is me

Thinking about you

Dreaming about we

I am Trembling

It feels present in strength

In distance I am sending

Magnetic vibes at length

It’s okay

We’re so connected

Let us feel our way

Soul mates so infected

I am Trembling

It feels present in strength

In distance I am sending

Magnetic vibes at length

It’s a few seconds

Our time to capture

The grey hole, our big lesson

It’s quick and certainly a cure

Stop with me

Miles apart

Let it be

Feel it start?

What it is you need

I feel you strong

Why is it you plead?

Hear, feel my song

Your silent behavior

Does wonders to me

Are we each others saviour?

Let me be free

Its longer this time

Please don’t stop now

I need to miss you, to find

This gives me my map how

And I know how you do miss,

The full heart we both can play

A kind that for our risk

But just not today

Feel me

Embrace me

Remember me

Trust and see me

I am Trembling

It feels present in strength

In distance I am sending

Magnetic vibes at length

The distance we share right now

Is our gift to learn

The depth of commitment somehow

Gently whispering finally it’s our turn

I coming, coming soon baby

Wait for me and feel

Feel me and just maybe

This could become real

Did you just feel that one?

I so do hope so

I drop and kneel

Confident I do know

If I had my way

We’d never be apart

And feel me each time we did play

Feel my skin, smell and taste a part of my heart

So again, feel me

Feel me thinking about you

Feel me thinking about we

Feel me living hope as I anxiously do

I am Trembling

It feels present in strength

In distance I am sending

Magnetic vibes at length

I am blessed.

Now hurry up and get dressed

Your hairs a mess

I wouldn’t want anything less.

ha

Sadly things change

Beyond our Range

Feel the loss of miles

When they become unreal

Now Satellites rule all the while

Tracking trembles each one feels

Mistake me not, I am grateful

Just, somehow, leaves less, than more, room

To be keyboard free and grateful

I have yet to tremble, when absence, to want soon

mention this I suppose

Since web cams spy our private time

And will never my hand keep you enclosed

But in the end, will you be mine?

Truthfully,

did you feel that?

cause………

I am Tre………mb…..ling

Kimberly Gray©


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