I made a 12 egg omelet for dinner
Not just for me, mind you,
But stuffed with milk, garlic, onion and two cheeses
Half as big as our whale sized pan and oh solo cheesy
It was such a delightfully delicious omelet
But of course, I couldn't make a beautiful thing without a dash of pain
Once, twice, thrice, four times I gripped that accursed handle
I burnt my fingers so the places where I grip my own are now slightly leathered
Sighing with exasperation, I lean across for the spatula and
ZING what do you know?
One more stripe of seared flesh on the forearm
Of course it hurt (when does fire not burn?)
But now I can't help but laugh, as the undersides of my fingers feel like a wallet
And my forearm a new splash of paint

An idle mind thrives
On forced optimism.
For every action incites a reaction
And I’m always waiting for a sign
That things will be okay.

All I want is
To know there’s a reason, that it’s all for naught.
The mind is a cruel place it
Creates constant acts of treason.

Seeking the truth through logic’s embrace.
I’ve never been above disgrace.
All I have are the ghosts
Of haunted memories;
The remnants of a life which once was.

I’m trying to pick up the pieces
I keep cutting my hands on the
Fragments of a broken past.
The hardest lesson to learn:
Can’t fix shattered glass.

The battlefield is a dangerous place,
Deep in the facets of my mind many landmines await.
I hold myself to an unfair standard,
Judging myself against a measure of others.

Every day I slumber and as I do the life of
light and love and laughter passes silently
by.My world of eternal sleep and shadowed
night is frequented by the wraiths of the
living, come to mock, pity or invite me to
their world of sunshine. But that is for
them.This land of eternal dusk is inhabited
only by souls such as myself, cut off for
eternity from the rays of the sun and the
gentle breezes.We are creatures of the dark,
born to our destiny, blind and cold and this
is all we know.Some of us care, some not, but
all one and the same we shoulder our burden
and trudge incessantly and wearily down the
path to hell

Summer on the lips of spring
Sweet scents wafting, blossoms bring
Underground into the sun
Voices, refreshed, nature sing

He walks In with a plan
His daddy's gun in his hand
He was dealt the decision
And was now on a mission

He sat in his room
On the end of his bed
And waited the minutes
So slow were the seconds

The hand on the clock
He watched
Ever so loud
Was each tick tock

His head was spinning
But he had no choice
He was the man in this house
Even though he was only a boy

He heard the last bits of her screaming
After his mumma had taken her latest beating

She was the strongest woman
In her every being

She copped a flogging
Almost every second night
When her husband was full of grog
And he started to run dry

He heard her make a move to her room
And he knew she was safe
Time now coming to soon
For his coming fate

He waits for the creaking
The steps on the floorboards
His heart thumping hard
As his daddy tripped drunk over
Hidden cords

Just as his daddy approached his little sisters room
To do what he did nightly
As he sinned under the moon

His daddy stumbled swearing up to his knees
As his boy stepped into the hallway
Faced his father
With eyes pleading

Daddy your not going
to go in their tonight
Mummas had enough
And my sister is to young for this life

"******* boy
Who do you think you are "
As his son stood taller
And confronted him
Eyes hard

You beat on my mother
You abuse my sister
And I've had enough
Nows the time for you to listen

And as his daddy stood up
All his 6"2
His son smiled to himself and said
Daddy .....
I've always been bigger than you

Daddy plunged forward
But his eyes saw the shine
His son with his gun
And a glean in his eye

Daddy stopped in his tracks
" son pass me the gun "
Your sister is safe
And I promise I won't beat your mum

The putrid *****
Back to his old tricks
But the boy wasn't falling
for none of this

And as daddy stepped forward
With a clenched fist
It was then
He heard
The gun go click

The pressure to his stomach
Didn't hurt like he thought
Because he was gutless
And only blood poured

He went down slowly
And couldn't help but notice
The look of relief
On His only sons face

He knew he was a man now
As he took his rightful place

The boy watched his father
Die right there in the hall

And in unison
The closing of two doors

His mother came to his side
And took his fathers gun
She looked in his eyes
And said
"I've got this son "

As he sat with his sister
And the police combed the hall
She cuddled him tight
He  cuddled her  more

They could hear whispers
As their mother spoke
She said
" officer he was drunk must have fallen
And croaked "
He must have been cleaning it
Or putting it away
I'm sorry sir I was asleep
And so were they

My husband always was playing with that gun
My husband always was just a failing drunk

As the officer looked into this broken woman's eyes
He saw her bruises
As they covered her lies

He said mam
I'm sorry for your loss

He patted her son and said
Well now " boy you are boss "

They walked through their days
Better and knowing
Life was brighter
For that ******* going x

My disease is free.

Stained upon this carpet of green.

Slipping away, bound no more by pain,

by loss,

by destruction,

by hatred,

My disease, my life, runs slowly from my veins