Fairytale, fact are fiction

As I abandon all that is caution for what if hope, appearing to be hooked to this physical dope, I must relinquish knowing I must yield, surrender, resign, for I read body language signs, instead I renounce my better judgement they have me discard and dessert what may await. Through locked eyes my fairytale arrive I am NOT grumpy, that I am Humpty Dumpty, on this wall of expectations where I sit patiently, wobbling , webbing, on fantasy and reality, this situation, got me falling for hallucination, which breaks me into pieces wandering sheep of careless Bo Pete my heart a barren cupboard, just as old Mother Hubbard, I rolled the dice, come out cold as ice, being nice, but three blind mice, see a low budget Heidi Flice, illusion has come to roost, in the home of Mother Goose, Jack be nimble and quick, however the trick, is the candlestick, with no wick, so a flickering flame will go out is this what it's all about, hey diddle diddle no cat with the fiddle no dish to run away with the spoon, no cow an Eclipse moon, still enchanted visions deliver oasis type mirages, Castle, that are ruins towers that are tiny sand mounds, princess good fairy or wicked witch, sophisticated lady are common Boulevard bitch, horse driven chariot, ArmorSuit lance, will never prevail against, delusions dragon this puzzling romantic Twilight Zone that goes beyond my outer limits, camouflage visual mimics beauty glittering stone no diamond just glass yes I was sold, brightly colored rocks fools gold, My park, junkyards, my beach front,trash cigarettebutts, beercans, a dirty stinky man, with an open hand, cesspool waves ,and dying living things, my walks through Botanical Gardens, termite infested trees and leaves eating worms along muddy trails,my scented candles burn noxious smells, my rose petals poison ivy, my bed of nails in a room field with blues, wide awake I dream it may seem I'm alert but on conscious, no head running, to get hurt, too old you think to assume it top-rank, get caught in a hate prank,but smog,weed, and liquor I drank, can only one to believe when you're truly being deceived, hoodwinked, in each blank flashes into reality, has Me fighting within constantly, baby, I mean honestly, this false belief Has brought grief, Demon find no rest,I was incorrect on what is best, wrong, mistaken,lady, woman or fakin, liar,lying to me and their self misleading all with deception, body language guided by treacherous thought forged behavior, counterfeit dime piece, lovers sham, artificial compassion,our laughs unreal our kiss imitation and our holding, walking,talking, a travesty, to all that is intimacy, is it not delusion,my final conclusion,defraud me with your smile and giggle, your shake and wiggle, cheat romance and swindle what the romantic have to give, the reason we all live,fool in love are in lust bamboozled by the shape changing,feeling staking, sentimental killing two legged chameleon villain, too sympathy and assian of passion, alter my perceptions, as you transform my maybe two maybe not,too convert your words to actions but still you heed in a silent plea I ask you to regard,to search for concern,for too know compassion is to receive compassion, then again I live in a fable a story tarnished by the hideous repulsive female imposter grotesque glamour, the reminder, that there never was the Santa,Tooth Fairy doesn't exist no easter bunny, no unicorn, no mermaid, no winged horse no optimism, and no conviction, no movie hero an impersonation,this loveless copy of Camelot its fantasy there confused eyes can see, wearing blinders, though I try to be knight, I am viewed as a gesture, for Who am I to the financial predator, scavenger,of what can be,got stress hyena's tearing my emotions from the bone you crush all I feel is right, know my mind set as you dangle apples in front of me, bringing out the kid in me, I am bee with bogus honey, with no talk of birds and know its absurd, pimps, and nerds, invisible me voice that can't be heard, words of what loving eyes behold, and sold, Little Miss Muffet fuck it it, ain't about but pussy and tit but now it's all shit, I'll be spider who alone comes, I must get real,its not your will, and still, what is Jack without Jill,being beauty more than you can see I'm awake, and the princess charming is a fake.