The Abuse must end

Born of one womb

when it ends

It ends in tears and blood spilled 

When demons refuse to control their urges 

To prevent dark thoughts 

From usurping power and taking over 

Embedding minds with a thirst 

Only spilling blood will quench

When will it end? 

This demonic plague 

Which cascades and fills beings with no remorse 

No empathy or sympathy for human life 

When will this existence end? 

When pain and bruises fly 

A consequence of men too weak

In both mind and body 

When it ends gallons would have spilled

Lives would have been lost

And souls would rotten and morphed

Into figures unrecognizable  

Yet we shall still question

What she could have done

While refusing to see the pain left behind

By beings too weak to see the error of their wa...

missing you dearly

when does time 

wipe this sleight clean 

make recalling 

the memories

I've shared with you 

moment which don't tear 

this heart apart 

cause tears

to cascade down 

uncontrollably 

I plead with time 

to make recalling 

lessons you've taught 

a feet unburdened by pain 

and the misery 

of contending 

that you no longer reside 

on this plain same as I 

I plead with the heavens 

to dry these tears 

which fall 

at the thought 

of yearning to hear your voice 

time is said to heal 

all wounds 

I plead with it 

to heal this heart 

which still breaks 

missing you day after da...

i need you

these moments cut deep

drawing blood

with every gash inflicted

this pain has me conflicted

hating that you gone

but knowing you at peace

and the pain you felt

before letting go

of your mortal coil

no longer resides with you

but i want you here

i need you here

to dry my tears

to stop this aching heart

to prevent these tears

from falling

because of missing you

missing your presence here

these first moments

have tears falling

my heart breaking

everything stands still

i want you here

i want you here

i need you here

preditors waiting

broken but living

there are moments 

when we question 

why things are the way they are 

when we question 

the existence of god 

when we dwell in our pain 

blinded to everything 

dying inside 

filled with grief 

the beauty of life escaping 

leaving a hole gapping 

and when we fall into it 

we refuse to stand and climb free 

but the majesty 

of seeing real struggle 

of seeing those who wish 

to know the things you know 

to se the things you see 

to feel the things you feel 

things which for granted you take 

the beauty of seeing life 

in those marginalized and forgotten 

can lift you up 

from the depths of despair

to show you that life although unfair...

fair maiden

oh fair maiden 

where do you reside 

oh to whom 

does your heart belong 

for a bounty 

i would pay 

to possess such a treasure 

oh who fair maiden 

does your smile 

radiate ever so brightly for 

for if i had that smile 

i would cast the sun away 

just to watch it beam 

oh fair maiden 

which being holds thee 

a wander such as thee 

should be seen 

by wayward souls 

so they may understand 

the magnificence 

of the creator 

oh fair maiden 

recalled past

a past recalled 

lapses in judgement 

dark times 

mistakes being made 

dominoes falling 

what once was 

now lost in muddy waters 

muddled thoughts 

plagued by recollections 

of repressed memories 

tricks played by the mind 

two hearts torn apart 

by moments which 

should have never been 

shattered souls 

picking up the pieces 

filled with doubt

to you my soul i gifted 

laid my heart bare 

let your naked eye

see the truth that it pumped 

the truth that coursed 

through these veins 

I allowed your presence 

to be the pillar that granted 

me strength when i was weary 

it pains me that I wasn’t enough 

to keep your eye glued 

to a future we had proclaimed to erect

that your mind was led astray 

and our love you would eventually betray 

the soul I had unto you gifted 

lies in ruin, bruised and battered 

pain being...

Disappointment

again and again 

i inhabit a land of dismay

wallowing in sorrow 

drowning in the tears 

i try to keep at bay 

away from prying eyes 

the lies I've heard 

the secrets you've put to bed 

thinking you had them buried 

lay waste to my memories 

resulting in torment 

a tortured existence

now a place I know too well 

again and again 

in disappointment I dwell