Abort The bud that threatens to bloom is no more From the efforts of foes have come its foeticide no more. "Abort!" they say save your life. Do not go down with the ship! In terror it cries at the fear of not seeing the light of not inhaling the toxic fumes that slowly kills and maims. The fault is too wide to cross or hide the unpardonable sin. So we heap sin on sin to over us in so no one can see we sinned. A foolish thought born of a desperate heart to right a wrong by doing more wrong. I turned to Time to ask Him to be kind But a piece of my soul He said was, "mine". I must decide whether to walk the blank or swim in my own filth. to take a leap accept defeat and abort abort abort!
Category: Poetry Corner
It’s Your Time
It's Your Time Don't wait Time won't allow you to stop and look around. wait for you to get ready. Now is all you have. Don't wait to be led by those better than yourself. There is no one who can give you the promises no Moses to take you to the edge of the Promise Land. Don't wait for the perfect thing yet unnamed unseen unreal. Touch what is there until it turns from water into wine, bread from stone. Don't stop, to smell those roses they are rotting grab them from the stem in full bloom take them with you - then crush the to keep them alive forever like a memory that never dies. Stretch those once useless limbs until they grab and squeeze the juice you need to sustain you. Do be fearless and true, in all that you do, to slay your Goliaths.
Death Card
Death Card Today I looked at a customized shell A shell of what was I cried I mourned and wept for the life once contained in that shell. I told myself - "it was okay". He has gone to a better place. My heart bleed blood red, green and gold the ugliest tears you cannot imagine. It had come face to face with its mortality. So fragile a light had been easily snuffed. He was poor and so he died cursed by inequity. Born to struggle he died flying. A fight from the womb like a warrior I saw death sitting stiffly presiding over its celebration. Its gray countenance a reminder of the road we all must travel. And I knew there must be more. Another story waiting to be told- on the other side?
The Body Bags
There are too many of those today
But no one seems to care anymore.
Those tube take you nowhere
except maybe purgatory
who knows anymore.
Do they tell the story
of life that bloomed with youth and vigor?
Does it share the scars etched into the feeble flesh?
Can it transmit all the challenges you overcame
battles won in God's name?
Does it say anything about the remains it contains?
Can it truly mirror the pain
never to be seen again?
That bag contains what time has wrought
But it can never contain ones soul.
Apologia
Apologia If I had concentrated taken the blame more, humbled myself more maybe, just maybe if I had waited in my life there would not be so much gore. I can only sit and ponder as each soul passes by my humble abode quite slyly they look with wonder born of a horror when one kisses a toad. But I cannot remain here consumed by this monster I must take the reigns eke out a future break free from this guilt grab my tools so I can rebuild fashion something new from the ashes of my dreams.
Jealousy
Jealousy I feel rage. I feel fear. I feel humiliated! Like a tiger I will tear you apart. How could you? Why did you? Make me feel this way. All twisted, bent out of shape. Inflamed in my rage of inferiority I have been contained to burn slowly until nothing remains. Let me have this so I can destroy you and it. Let me tear off your image and use it as my mask. Let me wrap these tentacles around you bring you to your knees for I must feed on your soul attack you from within. You look at me and I know you cannot be trusted. Nothing said nothing done just a thought just so I do not know - but it must be so? I must protect and keep What is mine to keep. I must stop you from knocking me off my feet taking my shine. I must keep you in line! So I claw and squeeze until the blood overflows. For to do my business I must be heart - less. Like a living nightmare I remain close at heart.
And I will rage…
And I will Rage...
...against bigots on their stage
whose smiles poison and words inflame
hate.
...against the kindness of thieves
who see the suffering grieve as weak and take siege.
...against the promises of peace
made by those who hold the gun
who demand praise for their reign of death and terror.
...against the powerful who spiral out of control
too vast to contain
who spit out skulls as they feast on our pain.
For though my power is made impotent
the will to fight does not wane.
my rage is all I have left so I will nurture and bottle it.
to get back my humanity to counter the pain.
I will master and wield it
to turn the tide and carry the day.
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