High, the mountains
That I have climbed
From white fountains
The rivers rhymed

The sun that rose
I, myself have ridden
But there are those
From whom it is hidden

From there I stood
And looking down
I couldn’t frown
I saw more than man could

I was born
A boy
Him I do not mourn
He, a ploy

Now, I, here!
Stand atop all,
And pushed you there
Remember to fall

With every inch
I seem to crawl
My heart feels the pinch
Of it’s cold drawl

That boy
The innocent and keen
The world uses as a toy
Never again was the sun seen.

Home she came reeking, changed
Shut became my eyes and soul
Hurt, forgotten, alone and estranged
Then fell the pieces to the floor

And they petted me, seeking and
Wondered what sickness have I taken
Mother and sister there beside me
Yet only the father could come near

The tears burned and streamed
Broken screams and cries exploded
But without moving I lay
Waiting my mind to quiet

Inside I felt a pain
That gave urge to twist and bow
To rip and tear until;
I could know peace

Come, query me Father,
To you I will not lie,
Cast created illusion but a bother
For your sake I’d rather die;

In your eyes I see clouds
All your thoughts misted in fear
Though your heart, thought shrouds
You never seem to spare a tear

If all hell keeps hold
Of beauty and seduction
Keep me far at hand
Pride leads my step, slick and bold
Hands pull away bricks of destruction
And I am alone.

Speak to me no more, my heartstrings fray

Rush down my cheek, for you have proven fears
To believe from me, you would think to stray!
Love me no more.

Wails from the hall my attention takes,
I listen and know there’s a heart that breaks.
Then remembering put out an arm, I stop the fall;
Only then I see, ‘tis I who is in the hall.
Love me no more.


Friendship teaches but leaves me bruised,
For always I somehow seem to bend,
And believe stupidly falling to ruses.
So broken hearted pain has set a trend,
Love me no more.

Mother, be not so crude, though some were to you.
Mighty and righteous, for, really you would not be.
To those, whom you overpower think not well.
Cry not, poor mother; never will you **** me.
To live and die, is just the cycle we are governed by.
Much kindness you have, much more you must give.
My heart has broken; and its pieces you forever carry.
My bones, hair, and fingernails carpet your steps in dust.
Your reputation by mouths, words, reality and truth falls.
With pain, confusion, control and reaction, you live.
Always, I can find ways to forget those cards you dealt.
My calm is better than your whip, so why are you so arrogant?
One short step I will take and forever from yours
I will be, and you shall drift away and I will be content.

Open yourself
become vulnerable, learn of honesty
The rich hold pain
The poor hold pain
guilty of degradation
capable of inflation
Own it

So young my eyes, yet
unprepared to be met.
I stood shaking,
Afraid my determination was breaking
It was her party
Her 50th birthday party
First dinner and then wine
Across from the birthday girl I was to dine
By another’s hand she was fed
But mush dribbled from her mouth; bread
Annie moaned, bouncing in her chair
Trying to reach her short cropped hair
Her wrists were bound to the sides,
Of the chair that made her strides
In my stomach I felt something clench
In the wood of the table my fingernails made a trench
My heart had leapt
At home, for shame, I wept