he Was an abusive man and led her by the hand
Took her to a room and beat her till she was black and blue
In fear she didn’t know what to do , so she called the
ABUSIVE HOTT LINE – they told her to come in and she’d be fine.

With this group there was no hesitation
They filled out the reports and took her to the police station.
A restraining order was filed to protect her and her child.

He had done this many times before and they let him walk out the door.
No others had filed charges against him and he’d walk out with a grin.
But with her he could not be within fifty yards
Otherwise he’d be charged.

The ABUSIVE LINE is open to everyone
Don’t wait till they have a gun.
The abuser wants to be in control of your mind, body and soul.
To them it’s the greatest power to control your every hour.
And put fear in your mind and keep you meek so you stay in line
No matter where you live you will find an ABUSIVE HOT LINE..
Reach out while you can and get yourself a helping hand.

© L . RAMS 041415

I'm lonely, yet not alone.
I'm cold on a hot day.
I'm dark in the brightest of lights.
I'm bad to everyone's good.
I'm a waste of everyone's space and air.
I'm hideous in this superficial world.
I have no purpose in this society where everyone has purpose.
I have absolutely no talent in this talented community...

I guess the only 'positive' thing I can say about me is "I am"

lovely roses left on pillow cases muses
appreciate the reasons too, as well as forms,
are not rigid as to
lines per says, or telegraphed rhymes
just feel and heart my muse whispers
in my left ear
as she fell asleep on my shoulder,
heard me get up , to write this, knew I would be back soon.

Oi I see those coula
woulda
shoulda beens but
its so long past that I forgot
why it mighta been
yet I can't quite forget how
good they lookin so i'm
stayin at home facebook lookin
and their ***** are growin an
I missed em.
I miss em.
I am without them.
And I fade away.
Sic em.

the fusion the beginning
   puzzling in contradictory riddles,
driven down by exploding mixes
    spinning around a crank cracked
I enhance discreet
   discretions
into sinus rhythm abstractions
   modulate with distracting
conflagrating syllables
   a valued treasure, a heart beat
away from
   being out of fuel.