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Frank Atanacio Nov 2010
It was that night,
after the big fight,
she left the house for good,
she told her parents that she would,
now she would roam,
after leaving her safe home,
rented a room with a drug dealer,
she’d sell herself for her split,
and settles for unequivocal *******,
no goals,
lost souls,
and no one to be the proudest,
as she would find herself
screaming the loudest,
high on drugs,
living with rats and cockroaches,
and all other kind of bugs,
fired, ******, and fought thugs,
while missing those warm and genuine hugs,
her family misses her so much,
but she lost and forever out of touch.
(c) Copyrighted 2010 by Frank F. Atanacio
A Nick PT Barnum Publication
Frank Atanacio Oct 2010
He paused for a moment to rest

and thought that in a strange way,

he was executing a test,

his rage was growing high,

as he stared into the sky,

the ****** he commited was in fact a destiny,

and still more,

while the victim laid on the floor,

the foundation was made up of solid hatred,

a ****** to draw the eyes

and hearts of all men for all time,

he ignored the screams and cries,

then he wondered,

if in this state of madness,

it was the physical symbol of his faith,

killing was his traint,

one that he would face,

leaving behind a trace,

rough remnants that still clung to pure vision,

a vision not quite destroyed,

until he completed the attack,

then he begged for the darkness,

to spread his name, Jack
(c) Copyrighted 2010 By Frank F. Atanacio
Frank Atanacio Oct 2010
God stood in the Heaven’s garden courtyard,

and lifted his voice

to the lightning storm sky,

white birds would fly,

carrying images of lost souls,

saving them from untold tortures,

small bruises formed where his fingers

had touched his cheek,

spirits would sneak a peek,

as he watches the birds

aiding souls sympathetic to the chains

that pains,

a jolt of compassion shook him,

the skies turned from black to white,

and when darkness once filled the night,

sunshine filled the sky with light,

the white birds had to turn away,

or close their eyes

to prevent their pupils from scorching,

as they took off into the holy skies.
(c) Copyrighted 2010 by Frank F. Atanacio
Frank Atanacio Oct 2010
She was a mother for the first time,
she was so glad,
her life was like a nursery rhyme,
the baby was everything she had,
but she would turn suddenly very sad,
gloomy and taciturn,
everything made her mad,
and there were moods she had to learn,
something was terribly wrong,
those odd moods would last very long,
her problem was that she kept it silent altogether,
her mind compressed, her thoughts depressed,
and she felt distressed,
but she hid it all so well,
even her husband couldn’t tell,
then it was that frightful night,
terrible sight,
her moods collided,
her thoughts exploded,
her motherhood corroded,
she talked in her sleep the night before,
there was a gloomy silence and mute weeping,
baby on the floor,
and he wasn’t sleeping,
she became hysterical,
she kept crying and almost never stopped,
her sanity popped,
and she was so bent out of shape,
she fell hard in the nursery,
and realized there was no escape.
(c) Copyrighted 2010 By Frank F. Atanacio
Frank Atanacio Sep 2010
The dark demon entered,
as he moved slowly,
his clothing was more elaborate,
bordering on ceremonial,
indicating some degree of rank,
her chest sank,
as he walked straight up to her,
and she stepped back without moving,
his eyes dark, but oddly soothing,
then his features seemed to blur together,
as she fought back the tears,
and in a flash he disappeared,
taking with him all her fears.
(c) copyrighted 2010 by Frank F. Atanacio

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