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Sunday, February 5, 2017

The Curse

O what if?
and who is he? are you sure that is his name?
Shall I? shan't I? Can I? Can't I?
it all just feels the same...
to me.
YES it is!
... hmmm, but what if it is not?
the merry-go-round sustains,
if it is then I can triumph,
but if it's not then I'm insane.
O God
O God
O God O God, what is this all about?
Well my Son,
your'e afraid to believe,
and thus are cursed with Doubt!

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Silently

i couldn't see,
it couldn't be,
for she did everything for me
bite the hand that fed to me?
Are you suggesting that she, she...

i slump slowly to the ground,
i'm in a corner
my back against an old, bare, worn-out grey brick wall
the vagabonds home.
as I slide down my jacket rides up my back nearly over my head,
leaving the skin it was protecting
exposed
feeling the cold of the bricks shudders short sharp gasps in my body
huh
huh
huh
my legs stretch out and fall apart, my feet surrender outwards, and my eyes gaze upon a spot in between them.
my palms lay flat on a thin layer of settled snow, my pale blue fingers spread apart,
searching
for
support.
where is the ground?
oh there it is,
as the snow makes my bum wet.
i'm collapsed on frozen concrete and I feel my weight
i'm heavy
but I'm too startled to move
and in any case
i know now
its time to stay still
however uncomfortable
its
time
to
stay
still
and
feel.
my chin falls to my chest
i'm exhausted,
i'm exhausted.
i'm exhausted.
i exhale a long breath of air
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
a cold and misty fog suspends around my face
the war is over,
the war is over.
the war is over.
the
truth
sets
in
and I feel
confused
violated
abused
left
abandoned
manipulated
shame
grief
grief
grief.
she she
she was there for me
but
not
there
for me
my needs full filled
but
my
needs
not
met
is everything ok in there little boy

eye
to
eye
i see you

ear
to
ear
i hear you

heart
to
heart
i feel you.

in the distance I hear the faint sound of an ambulance

i couldn't see,
it couldn't be,
for she did everything for me
bite the hand that fed to me?
are you suggesting that she, she...
and
all
this
happened

silent
-ly