Silence of Survival

Silence saved me cloaked in quiet amid volatile hostility unpredictable as a breeze volcanic in volume tectonic times   Silence saved me grateful to a little girl smart enough to know and grow into a warrior woman with voice suffice to bring beasts to knees   (Image from Pinterest)

Brother

In a peaceful valley Contradictory caustic chronicle Innumerable years of naught Vultures mark the spot Vengeful young hover Elders perch, peck, hunch Barren eyes follow Generation after generation They keep coming back Constant flow of marrow Crimson drops On rusted barbed wire Hopeless bones Lay naked in golden grass It’s a jail of sorts Hidden …

Smoke and Mirrors

Divinity reaches down from the sky, or maybe right up through the ground, there really isn’t any way to tell, it happens so fast, the rug gets pulled out from under me, my soul is wearing thin and my heart is quaking from everything unknown. The sun isn’t really rising and setting, we’re spinning around …

Away Then

Then Then, the day to day All I could do was go Away Fear clouded memory Duck and cover Mind fucked like A ravenous lover Leaving me helpless Weak On the floor A sobbing heap My truth Should be a lie Just let me be free The shape of fear The shape of me Hollowed …

Where Did You Go – Spoken

The wonderful Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless was kind enough to record my poem. Thank you Christine, it's beautiful! https://soundcloud.com/christine-ray-464639061/where-did-you-go

Where Did You Go?

For me,  Christine and Dom Where did you go? Little one With your smile as big as the sun When did running Change from game 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 …

Child of War

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 …

House on the Hill

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 …

Proceed with Caution

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 …

Perfume

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 …