Nothing More Than Filigree Bluster

He cruises the highway alight his modern machine,

A powerful rumble between his legs giving him speed,

The wind flowing effortlessly through his long dark hair,

A charismatic man born to rule, born to lead.

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He spends hours daily in his local gym,

Building a physique that have women falling at his feet,

His strength sending fear through many a vein,

Especially by those who can’t stand the heat.

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He is built of rage and suspicion, hatred and pain,

With an ego that is so huge it cannot be found,

Rarely will you see a smile upon those silken lips,

Spewing forth harsh words and the scariest of sound.

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His heart is raw and bloody, a consequence of his many mistakes,

Due to the random loving of the wrong type of girls,

The selfish, the egotistical females on the wrong side of the tracks,

Creating a mishmash of chaos into which his life hurls.

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But unbeknownst to all who warily cross his path,

There’s a man buried deeply inside that hulk of a vessel,

One that cries tears of agonising pain and hardship,

Who dreams of happiness instead of the torment he has to wrestle.

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This man that is hidden in shame and embarrassment,

Is one of kindness and filigree bluster,

His song is written in his titillating laughter,

Hidden behind muscles and a scary looking knuckle duster.

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He lives in hidden torment and the deepest fear,

Pretending he’s tough, fearless and uncaring of another,

Riding roughshod of all those that surround him,

When really the person he fears most……Is this woman he calls Mother.

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