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 Mar 2022
Thomas P Owens Sr
i sense the walls of sanity cracking
unseen
trying to hide in the foundation
trying to escape
but there is nowhere to run
the clues begin to reveal themselves
we drive silent into the country
my Father and i rarely spoke
revealed our fears
our doubts
ourselves
but today i saw a frightened man
a man dealing with an enemy he couldn't control
'I worked hard my whole life. This is not fair'
he fought back tears
but i could not
my father passed away from the debilitating effects of alzheimer's
 Oct 2020
The Gray Wolf
Fate took away his noble heart
Tore his perfect world apart
You chose to drink and drive away
Your selfish act took my beloved away
I cannot understand
Or fathom why
I was forced to say goodbye
Alone I sit
Stare at the sky
Night after night
Alone I cry
 Jun 2020
Jayne E
there are
a few small pieces
of me with
edges quite sharp
not necessarily broken
just jagged and scarred
from things best
left unspoken
lest whispered close
in the dark
it's a cost
of stolen childhood
sweet innocence lost
not always understood
but can set one apart
precious pieces taken
with no asking
now shoulders
are a shaking
need a skill of masking
this sorrow deep
tears fall for years
as I
weep
weep
weep
a grieving
for the child
who at 12
stopped believing
the world is made of light
replaced instead
by cold terrors
in the dead of
each sleepless night
monsters are real
not just shadows
under the bed
they creep and they steal
forever more in your head
that which was taken
can never be renewed
trust all forsaken
the monster excited
his sick prize
he gleefully pursued
at first all smiles
and
'hey let's be friends'
as he dosed her soda
a sadistic means
to his wicked ends

monsters are real
not just under the bed
sometimes I wonder
will I ever
get him
out
of
my
head.

© J.C.
stolen childhood, predators, monsters, lost innocence... :(
 May 2020
CMXIClement
We stole away
                    (The air cool, and lively),
                        
           Strolling down a side street at a calm, and quiet pace.

          The ambient noise of several a raised voice echoed
                             faintly through pulses of bass.
                                                           ­                                     
                                                               In that moment,
                             A world removed...

              (Something came over me) With impulse, revelry;  
        
           (Grabbing her hand) -- "May I have this dance?"--and then  
                              we swam in waves of 'Frenesi'.

                                                     ­  Nervously laughing,
                   you, always self-conscious

                         It was one of things I so loved about you
              
                 I wanted us to breathe the air of life lived carefree,
                              And to bask in adventures anew.

Laughing, twirling
On a moonlit night

Time stood still, as we swayed like waves in the ocean

The world was ours, near those downtown bars as
we painted the sidewalk with motion.

But life moves on
And time moves forward..

Silence replaced laughter, joy with indifference

And with a colossal divide, a crack at a time
her face grew blurred from the distance.

                                                      ­  And then one day
                                A vague silhouette.

          The lover I knew was gone, though once she was close..

        Those fiery chocolate eyes were now veneered with  
                       icy guise..there was no more repose.

                                                        ­    Old memories,
                          Nostalgic thoughts.

                    It seemed a losing battle, the battle we fought;

               So, raise a toast, I say:  à la fille que je connaissais,
                                  j'espère que tu trouver de la joie.
If you've never heard Frenesi by Artie Shaw, I highly encourage you to.  Fantastic song if it's your style.
 May 2020
Hcassierose
I tried to remember this feeling
Of staring in your sun
I’m peeling
Reeling, from how you were my perfect faith
Closing other doors that were never built
Out of the guilt, of loosing you
Until your shoulders started to tilt
And spilt into mine
Handing me promises you built, but couldn’t keep
Either in nightmare or sleep
I grasp to what’s there- holding onto a glass that’s shattered
Cause even if you’re broken glass, you mattered.
Watching how you grew your horns
Picking off the petals and leaving the thorns
Wishing each time it rained it didn’t have to pour
But was this before, or after
You forged your signature on this disaster
Thinking you were only filled with laughter
My darling- you kept trying to eat my spark
Glowing mouths, but I’m stuck in the dark
Left with the mark of every time you would tell yourself you were no longer mine
Waiting for the perfect glass of wine
Screaming in silence, I would never forget
How time after time-
I would drown in your liquid regret
Letting go of your glass that is shattered
Wishing I would look back, and think that you mattered
#love
he loved to run
as he did
that day in february
and many days before

you saw him run
you sure did
then and then

you are the mighty sun
your daylight eyes
see everything
everyone who loves to run
with the wind
between those green poplar trees
guarding the trail
he ran that fateful day
and many days before

they saw him too
they knew the history
of the deep south
they have deep scars
buried like evidence
beneath the hollow bark
of justice

they could’ve
intervened
thrown a few branches

you could’ve
brought your solar heat
to bear
and saved his life

he
was
just
jogging

but you were both busy
doing what you do

minding your fu*king business

unlike those two
negrophobic
gun-totin
neanderthals
from jim crow georgia

they stalked
and lynched
my 25-year old son
who loved to run

and now he’s gone
like that southern breeze  
in ella’s song

****** from my world
forever

~ P
#irunwithahmaud
for Ahmaud’s parents and loved ones
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