Manipulation

This is my first competition, so I'll just be unrestricted with the rules so you can feel as uninhibited as you want. There is one rule though, only two poems per poet. Thanks

DreamingMetrist

Abominable Passage

She is the devourer of weary souls
Lifeless left living in devotion.
The matriarch of blinded communion
A Manipulator without affection.

Her tendrils seek abominable passage
Through synapses she writes her will
Always taking without proposal
Her thralls are coerced into her bidding  

Through the hands of the vacant
She commits atrocities without regret
All while keeping her integrity
Pristine from the stain of her slaughter

Words malignant with her forced intent
She loves the way they struggle
Thrashing against her constriction
Maiming themselves against her mechanisms

They mutilate themselves into gore
Their brains shredded into submission
As sycophants they follow
The fawning parasites of tragedy

With them she will continue to augment
Her reign spreading with oppressive fire
Eventually none will be able to deny
The arbitrary extinction of their free will  

They will all fall to their knees
Their hemorrhaged organs a sacrifice  
She laughs at the affliction she's manifested
Dictating the thoughts of her masses

She leaves nothing for her chattel
They are not worthy of her presence
Their only purpose is to further her genocide
Fueled by her yearnings of ascendancy

She will overthrow the mantel of society
The world made to her distorted image
None will escape as she grows
Her spawn devouring all in her path

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When The Line Is Crossed.



My hopes were dashed against stone cold reality
and I wrote them down in invisible ink so no one
could read me or ever know what goes on inside


I turned my back on all of the faces that watched me
when I found the door I closed it and left them behind
they never truly cared or maybe it was me that didn't


I stopped and became silence until ears became deaf
it was so much easier when people started to forget
while I forever remember those stinging memories


Whatever happened to the softness I longed to feel
maybe it's still being made in my world of make believe
where imagination is the only company I want to keep


I never said I wanted the world or ever thought it owed me
I just wanted to be me without someone trying to change the
channel that I chose from my own conscience to broadcast


I guess I came with a "you can own me" stamped on my ass
just the impression I get from the manipulation I freely accepted
people like to cross the line like it's a game of I don't give a fuck


I moved that line until they could not see it as I pulled it tight
I watched them fall flat on their face choking on their ignorance

My Underhanded Manipulator
(Liar Emitting All Hurt)


She wears many faces
and I hate them all
To call her a bitch-
is an insult to dogs
She gets happiness
only from deceit and shame
She thrives on creating
misery and pain
A drama queen
she feeds on sorrow
The world would improve
if she died tomorrow
The manipulator-
triangulating to control
Twisting the truth
just to watch me fall
I cant comprehend
the depths of her darkness
Anyone near her
soon sinks into madness
Deviously cunning
Sly in her planning
If only they knew-
all the poor souls she's scamming
She portrays herself
as the victim, the martyr
All the while saying
she cant see whats the matter
Her reflection in mirrors
only she sees as lovely
Someone should tell  
the blind fool she's ugly
Using, abusing
Smear tactics confusing
She thinks she's ahead
but I know she's losing
Her soul would be black
if she had one at all
Question her motivies-
and you are a threat
No-one deserves what
she makes them get
A disgusting disgrace
but her time is nearing
Watch as she burns
how many are cheering

Doing it for Mommy

Graze the fields of poppies
and fly along the dancing petals
Of little flowers in vast fields
Singing wordless songs
Lost alphabets in the trickling brook
Lazy hands against her thigh
Sneaking up to her mound
Grazing pleasure to a texture
Of dark velvet

A throaty voice loved and trusted
A husky laugh and a purring voice
Soothes her mind like soft breeze
She softly turns over
Allowing bodies to engulf her
Friction of mounting pleasure
Sparkles between her legs
Probing tongues and suckling lips
She moans and embraces the bursting stars

Heavy head and crusty eyes
Tongues like caterpillar in her mouth
Watch her mother take the fees
For last night’s rendered services
Felt her mommy’s embrace
Felt her kisses and her whispers
“Just a few more times baby
We need the money to buy a house
Then we will not do this anymore”

The needle pricks her white arms
The carousel starts again
She looks up at the faces
Greed and lust whirls
“I need to do this for mommy
Cause she has no money
Daddy has left us you see
We cannot pay our rent
We need to buy our food too’

Mommy laughs and dances
In her red high heels
And thousand dollar dress
She is not done milking
The girl she gave birth to
There are a lot of wear on her yet
Let her serve her mother, she says
‘After all, she owes me life
She should repay it in kind’

She looks at the carousel
So pretty they reached to the sky
The pleasure between her legs
The suckling and biting on her breasts
Are beyond her now
She took three syringes this time
And a mouthful of pink ones
She will burst and join
The supernova in the sky!

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MANIPULATION

I cannot make you do it

I am not your boss

I cannot pay you to do it

That is not our relationship

The trick is getting you to do it

Without you even knowing

I wanted you to do it

Just for me.

Key


I hid a thought once  
I buried it deep inside a word  
inside a poem for you  
and I charged that word with mojo  
spiked it with my hard love voodoo.  
I taught my charge to keep quiet  
to sleep inside your mind  
growing strong enough  
to navigate the flows  
through the heart  
to the loins  
then back through the mind  
searching out those secret places  
into which it could wiggle  
its nasty little self  
infecting you with me.  
That word you can't quite remember reading  
that held that thought  
still draws you inexplicably back  
down the trail of each new line  
lost and looking for the clearing  
and at every turn home feels so close  
as I lead you deeper down the rough and wild.  
 
It wasn't hard  
a few good guesses about a bad daddy  
some details that might be true of anyone  
pinpricks to breach the dam  
and I burst through from all sides  
until you swore I'd invaded your darkest recess  
like a jaguar stalking your thicket  
where you are clawless, so vulnerable  
that you surrender yourself as my sole prey;  
but these are not your woods.  
I laid the lines and grew the poetry upon them.  
I darkened the sky  
hung the moon and soaked the moss  
planted every tree and twisted each root  
and made this purposeful path where I pass  
ahead holding the only light  
that leads you farther in.  
That glow is not my heart of gold,  
but the sheen of a well worn key  
one that I had hidden once  
working all the while inside of you.

Manipulated in the end we all say when the game is over
Forgetting the fun sometimes when we hand over our losses
Another gains so choose your oppenents wisely
Would you give it all away again, knowing what you know now?

Effective we say when we win, when the game is over
Everybody is a bit wiser and stronger for having played
Treat your enemies like sportsmen, they bring out our best
We bring out the unmentionables in each other so laugh

Handle children with compassion and deceive them sometimes, it's ok
To lie for the good of the outcome sometimes we do that
Positive ploys or negative coys, the proof is in the putting up
Love the liars as yourself and judge not in the end

braggman said:Key


I hid a thought once  
I buried it deep inside a word  
inside a poem for you  
and I charged that word with mojo  
spiked it with my hard love voodoo.  
I taught my charge to keep quiet  
to sleep inside your mind  
growing strong enough  
to navigate the flows  
through the heart  
to the loins  
then back through the mind  
searching out those secret places  
into which it could wiggle  
its nasty little self  
infecting you with me.  
That word you can't quite remember reading  
that held that thought  
still draws you inexplicably back  
down the trail of each new line  
lost and looking for the clearing  
and at every turn home feels so close  
as I lead you deeper down the rough and wild.  
 
It wasn't hard  
a few good guesses about a bad daddy  
some details that might be true of anyone  
pinpricks to breach the dam  
and I burst through from all sides  
until you swore I'd invaded your darkest recess  
like a jaguar stalking your thicket  
where you are clawless, so vulnerable  
that you surrender yourself as my sole prey;  
but these are not your woods.  
I laid the lines and grew the poetry upon them.  
I darkened the sky  
hung the moon and soaked the moss  
planted every tree and twisted each root  
and made this purposeful path where I pass  
ahead holding the only light  
that leads you farther in.  
That glow is not my heart of gold,  
but the sheen of a well worn key  
one that I had hidden once  
turning all the while inside of you.


I didn't read all the poems here, but this one right now.  I'd like to respond to this because it struck a chord.

You held the intention of a black and white word
Turned to grey in a chord that did matter
Alone; no needs, til a dual strikes time
When two intersect into a point in the mind
Inside of me, besides all of you
We merge when we are connected in strings
Tying us back to the thing of the source which we cling to

nice poem, reminds me of this song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGt9rcMJJXI

I title my poem Annie

Annie is what she is.
A manipulating turd head.

the end.

^^ Bwahahahahaaa. jk. But she is......

Nothing says manipulation like using sex to steal somebody's soul and using your combined divine powers to destroy Paradise! Enjoy...

- An Erotica of Eden -

There is no need to fear the flame, so embrace me as I desire!
Cast aside thy skirts and finery, that I may view thy nakedness.
Is such love a metaphor for the spirit revealed by a divine fire?
Then let us love like the gods: run thy hands across my dress…
And find delight between my thighs, as I ready myself for thee.
Let us dip our feet into the waters that wait to caress them soft,
The waters of passion, which lap and lick to set the spirit free…
Only for the heat of the moment to carry us ever so madly aloft!
Such is the moistness of a stolen kiss, from lips willing and wet.
My tongue laps against thy mouth, my teeth biting so playfully…
As we tumble at the foot of the Forbidden Tree without regret.
The sanctity of Eden’s gardens are remade by us, so blessedly,
So that God might be moved to blush by the fierceness of lust!
Thou dost divest me of my garments, as if opening a sweet gift.
I raise my rear, and into me I feel the pushing of thy first thrust,
Making me cry for wanting you bad, until naught to want is left.
In and out of me I feel thee throbbing hard and wet in thy sport,
One hand around my waist, the other reaching for my member!
I am pinioned, between two pleasures, as I beg three for more.
Thou hast me in thy power: and my love, thou shall remember!

Thrusting, grasping, in and out, and up and down, without end.
I moan for thee like a harlot and angels weep at what is done…
The roots of the tree that was blessed, our coupling does rend.
As thou dost climax, within me, the gardens burn like the sun…
Whilst thou hast caused my seed, to fall upon Eden’s carpeting.
Our flesh pours out its’ ecstasies like wine upon a sacred altar!
And Eden dies, as our sweat coats our bodies, ever glistening.
This is not the end of our love’s play, for we dare not so falter!
I lie upon my stomach, and thou dost fetch thy flagon of wine…
Pouring the blood-like nectar upon my skin, from neck to rear.
Thy lips lick it from me, but the pleasure is just as much mine…
For thy soul is entrapped by its’ thirst for me, drawing so near,
Unto damnation, and yet thou dost smile as if going to Paradise!
Through love thou art fallen, and we shall rise together in dawn.
I am thy addiction, I am thy craving, and I am thy favorite vice!
Thou are my lover, thou art the flame, which is unto me drawn.
Thy hands squeeze my buttocks, and I giggle like a mad child…
I turn unto my back, as I find myself grown hard and wet anew.
Take me again my darling, and in the taking be never too mild!
We have entire universes to defile, our madness to thusly ensue.

How many gardens were blighted by the power of our hunger?
I am the god and goddess of thy apostasy, thy angel and devil.
Pour thy wine, my Bacchus, and let Olympus rain its’ thunder!
We shall humble the gods, and cause them to worship our evil.
Let love be their downfall, let them rue the hour of my exiling…
As thy lips caress my hardness, licking and sucking with fervor!
Thy fingers do assist thee in these ministrations until I am smiling.
I rake my nails across thy body, marking thee as mine forever…
Thou dost not wince, even when I climax into thy tender mouth!
With this act completed we have nearly sealed the demon pact.
I dip my index finger into some of the wine flowing thus down…
From where it spilled from my flesh; and before thou can react,
I trace three sixes, upon thy lovely forehead, with my left hand.
Thou are forced to kneel before me, as I don again my clothes,
Whilst behind us there is no longer an Eden, only a wasteland…
Echoing with the cries of our love, wherever the wind so blows.
Come with me, my love, for we have other worlds to despoil…
And I have others gods and goddesses, to seduce to my cause!
Thou hast made love to a serpent, and felt that serpent’s coil…
Now thou art one thyself, entrapped by desire’s crimson claws.

Nice Bragg..i thought of that piece the moment I saw this comp

Sorry for side chat

A Tangle of Knots

Although I can't see them, I know they're there still there
My own tangle of knots, above this limp and dangling marionette

You see the manipulation has always been there, my whole life
Truth is, sadly, it remains there even now to this day

In the center are smaller, worn strings from when I was little
Left there by my parents as they tried to relive their lives, fulfill their dreams

Then there are the ones from friends and peers along the way
Pressuring me to follow them, reenforce their views, their thoughts

Interwoven are the cords from various lovers come and gone
Who tried to mold me, shape me, turn in into who they wanted me to be

Hardest to the see are the corporate wires, strong and razor thin
Crafted by the veiled wizards on Madison Avenue to make me insecure, hopelessly seduced, so that I buy their products

Given all of these puppet masters it's not at all surprising
How hard it has been to be me, be authentic, be real

What with all of this vast conspiracy to make me dance to the tune
Be the proper little puppet, fall into line, perform on command

I know as you read this you probably think me weak, a tad bit pathetic, perhaps
But do I need to remind you, there's a tangle above you as well, and just as knotted

If only we could dig down deep, find the courage to be ourselves
Reach up with the scissors and cut the strings, but we are so afraid to fall ...

"How to Train A Girl"


Once you find a girl whose body,
Turns your day off course.
You can't go on if she goes free,
You need to make her yours.

Step one is to enforce,
What she already believes.
If you don't have a girl who thinks she's alone,
You should start with one of these.

Tell her her daddy is a Tweaker,
And her mama is a Whore,
If she asks you any questions,
Lie, tell her you saw a drug deal at the store.

Step two is make her need you,
Because she'll fall in love with time.
After making sure she feels lonely,
You owe it to her to be kind.

Tell her she is beautiful,
And keep her far from everybody else.
If she hears those words from another,
Your power over her will melt.

Make it so your all the love,
She will ever get.
So she thinks she needs it just to breath,
"Love baby? This is it."

Step three: it's time for punishment,
Your control over her is firm.
Now you can do whatever it takes,
To make that bitch learn.

Choke her neck and pin her arms,
Bite up and down her legs.
Lock her in the bathroom,
Since every pet has a cage.

Make sure to kiss her bruises,
And face while you assail,
She'll smile for the kindness,
Even if her face is pale.

Step four is: apologize,
She won't understand,so explain
How her misbehavior,
Is the reason for the pain.

Step five, blame her,
For pushing you into RAGE.
Make big faces and gestures,
She's the only audience to your stage.

Step six is simple:
Beg her to stay.
Promise her if she'll only be good
You'll really change your ways.

Step seven is enjoy her:
She's yours, so hold her tight,
Love on her or leave her,
You'll have her every fucking night.

Make her surrender,
Herself up to you.
Show her danger and protection,
And then let her choose.