For me, Christine and Dom Where did you go? Little one With your smile as big as the sun When did running Change from fun to survival When did hide and seek Become staying hidden You were always first in line Brave and limitless Shouting from the top of the pines Who hurt you? Little…… Continue reading Where Did You Go?
Immaculate conception Unimaginable deception Bloodied bible Walls pitted Plastered with black Brush the bullets From the pelleted pews Panicked prayers Dynamite dreams Shattered screams Sentenced to life Punished to create Hell on earth The color of cages The sound of metal The taste of time Drowning in drought Dying in doubt Dreadful days Demoniac nights…… Continue reading Child of War
The house on hill looks like it’s smiling. An ironic illusion. Who thought to dig out a flat spot on a hill? It was obviously meant for landslides, not living. It does make for a lovely view. You’ll see, once the swelling, bruises, rage and fear subside. Or a new family moves in. It’s clear…… Continue reading House on the Hill
One of the great challenges for those who have survived abusive and neglectful parents is that there is often a part of us that is still waiting for them to love us, even if there is very little chance of that happening. Locked in an archaic mindset, we continue to go back for more, looking…… Continue reading Proceed with Caution
Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now…… Continue reading Perfume
~Walk away~ Straight ahead Do not sway Toddler tantrums From old men Who complain they Have it worse ~Walk away~ Head pounding Begging to burst Pause for an instant Long enough For dust to settle On my feet In my nose Better than stench Of his rotting soul ~Walk away~ You call my name Begging…… Continue reading Walk Away
*TRIGGER WARNING – CONTENT CONTAINS REFERENCES TO CHILD ABUSE* The family values three squares at the table A nightly ritual force fed to the masses To bring us together in peace and harmony Share the day around our daily bread Bred from chaos A show more riveting than any on tv Girl watches from a…… Continue reading Family Values