Living in the forest
imagining that he
has something ladies look upon
as magic
tragically
an arrogant narcissus
conceited, as hell
such bumptiousness
and self consequence
such vanity does spell
disaster for the feelings
for the loving that he needs
not one ounce of humility
his humanity recedes
he knows not of another’s feelings
he uses people, he
loves himself like no one else
that there can ever be
Shadows on a sunlit path
boldly follow where
we walk perhaps
we rest perhaps
so completely unaware
of their being
they are nauseous
rampantly they steal
hearts and minds
and bodies
and then try to conceal
they lope
the gait of sullenness
their spleen and gall
on show
such wrathfulness apparent
so embittered
with a fullness that will grow
petulant and stroppy
tetchy even gruff
spiteful and malignant
they take they break
enough!¬
I cannot bear to write this
for what he did I feel
he did it to someone whom, I love
someone with such appeal
someone who has been hurt before
a victim, in his eyes
enclosed in his dark aura
from within his loins
the lies
they appeared and rose
and brutality
was evidenced for she
took his bile
and it did rile
so vile
so terribly
a vanquished soul demands
some hope
but this dark shadowy sod
only loves his own sad self
he his inflated god
within himself imagines
that she should bow and cry
and give herself to him
to do what he wishes
and why
for he is the great shadow
the dark one of the night
the haughty loping shadow
with the very nasty bite
he will startle
he will bully
unconsoling thats his gift
to watch his victims writhe in pain
and in their waters drift
the innocence was out there
the virgin once saw fit
to meet up with the shadow
to share his bountiful wit
his vindictiveness
exacted
no retribution comes
one look from him
reminds the heart
his grimace
how it numbs
a shadow in the forest
a cottage in the dark
memories flood back and forth
and even sometimes park
in the conscious thus creating
regret and hatred where
once there was some chemistry
but the egotist was there
was working in the background
as a shadow in the mind
mirroring the emotion
hoping to unwind
the spring that caused the opening
the realisation he
could breach her inner core in fact
and discard her wickedly
my heart bleeds with emotion
and revulsion for the act
to send her to the clinic
how could she react
what was unforgivable
inexcusable
and wrong
unpardonable behaviour
in her world
it did not belong
for she is just so special
there’s no compensation for
someone caught up in all of this
honourable and more
the ravishment of darkness
the colour of the seed
the unlawfulness of asking
as the savage heart does bleed
misbegotten was his motives
an illicit act and she
must live with all those shadows
inside her constantly
the aura of his darkness
of his cruelty of his pain
vivid as she glimpses him
and her spirit starts to drain
this is what she has to undergo
and suffer she
the trauma doesn’t go away
its deep inside of thee
and recalling those dark shadows
as often people do
brings it all back vividly
its a curse in fact in you
these people are a menace
to society at large
promising the earth
its like some camouflage
on the outside they
merge into the population they
are predators with ugly thoughts
and the innocence does pay
I cast my mind back
several years
before these people came
this women clearly beautiful
is still the very same
flower that blossomed surely
but for the vile dark force
she has the power to relinquish
and recreate her course
shadows often intangible
an abstraction even they
come and go play with the light
their sparseness you could say
they are insubstantiality
a pointlessness lets say
a meaningless apparition
that doesn’t go away
bodiless,and etherial but
able to create
a vapour in ones aura
a circumstance a fate
time must be the healer
and love goes a long way
to heal the scarring element
and soften and just play
a part towards this happening
to reinforce the power
to energise
and activate
and to stimulate
for how
can anyone escape these clutches
and feel blissful too
ready to get on with life again
joyful and true
with someone whose supportive
who cares, who feels, who needs
who shares, who spares
who dares, who fares
and sometimes even bleeds
one has to endure
some, adversity
but having some one
close to them
will help effectively
shadowy and fearful
dressed in their purity
they go about just capturing
others frightfully
harming and intimidating
others in their quest
to control the soul
and exact the role
of the master
and to test
its sad to say
the message here
is one of thought and prose
for the narcissist
is a nasty bit of work
with his blatant pose
he will capture hearts
for certain and will spit out those
he feels
are too powerful for his exploits
in reality he steals
their souls this shadowy creature
this loping liar who
who is insolent and lofty
and a fraud all his life through