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morning light warms my face through patches of bright blue cerulean orphans’ tears drizzle and drop the sky’s condolences upon my windshield the musty smell of wet asphalt rises from the streets it’s raining on a sunny day the devil is beating his wife his father hurt his mother beat her ****** with his hands he took care of her after "dad" left even took up studies on abused women and championed their cause but broken down, tired men often fall back on ingrained memories push came to shove came to hit he couldn’t break violence’s cycle his father taught him well they vow to love and honor these duplicitous sons of Janus but things happen plans don’t work out shortfalls and failures loose cowardice and bullying frustrations are acted out on loved ones promises forgotten knots untied secrets have a way of coming to light frazzled nerves and shame are palpable black eyes and contusions speak serious injuries become a matter of record written in hospital and police files etched on the walls in the vaults of heaven deeds done in darkness are no longer deniable and the face he ended up hurting is his own
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May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
His Own Worst Enemy
morning light warms my face through patches of bright blue cerulean orphans’ tears drizzle and drop the sky’s condolences upon my windshield the musty smell of wet asphalt rises from the streets it’s raining on a sunny day the devil is beating his wife his father hurt his mother beat her ****** with his hands he took care of her after "dad" left even took up studies on abused women and championed their cause but broken down, tired men often fall back on ingrained memories push came to shove came to hit he couldn’t break violence’s cycle his father taught him well they vow to love and honor these duplicitous sons of Janus but things happen plans don’t work out shortfalls and failures loose cowardice and bullying frustrations are acted out on loved ones promises forgotten knots untied secrets have a way of coming to light frazzled nerves and shame are palpable black eyes and contusions speak serious injuries become a matter of record written in hospital and police files etched on the walls in the vaults of heaven deeds done in darkness are no longer deniable and the face he ended up hurting is his own
© September 25, 2012
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del-maximo
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
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