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George Anthony Jul 2016
i think i could see myself
holding fragile life
in the palms of my hands,
a reverant look upon my face
as these eyes, harrowed by
sleepless nights and unsightly sights,
gaze down upon a being
wrapped in cotton blankets
that i love more than my own life

and then i could see myself
giving it up
because i do not know how to
stay loving;
i do not know how to be gentle

and i fear turning into my own father
by becoming a father myself
i'm not old enough to worry about this yet, but now it's been brought to mind
He’s a little boy, sweet innocence,
Against priestly-rites worth seven pence,
And Mama, Papa, don’t you care?

While Father’s searching for his peace in a bottle;
Billy’s the only thing there…

Run little boy, Billy, run,
Old Father’s drunk, hear him whine again,
Crying misery and wallowin’…
A nightly muse for his chagrin,
And you’re the one he calls his; “sin.”'

So run little boy, Billy, run,
Cause Father’s drunk on his wine again,
Into his holy chambers -he’ll drag you in,
To show something he calls a sin,
And take you down to Hell with him.

He was a little boy, sweet innocence,
His name was Billy and he was heaven-sent,
A tortured child who lost his faith,
To the drunken musing’s of a cold-hearted wraith,

Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.
*Run little boy, Billy, run; Jesus weeps for you son.
In solidarity with abuse victims. Every story makes us cry, makes us angry, makes us force change; tell your stories no matter how hard.
The whirlpool, it spins,
while the mountain, it twists.
As two serpents entwined,
are surrounding this.
Some had once claimed,
that it started as a bear,
others claimed it began at Canopus,
way over, down there.
Multi-headed or spring of rocks,
cavern, mountain or egg,
a great wheel forever-turning,
with a circus and a one leg!
Pushed along by two giants,
grinding up salt with its gear,
thus responsible for the seasons,
floods and movements and the year.
Two horns of the monster,
but not found on its head,
the Earthen plane a giant treasure,
where Drakon made his bed,
with two stars on his brow,
like the two in his eyes,
the porthole of the ship,
a flying horse in disguise.
Scylla, Charybdis,
Jason, Argos, Deucalion,
Ziusdra, Manu, Noah,
-and the two birds who carry on,
and the mountain from below,
which they all rested upon.
Ameleth or Kullervo,
…and brother Utamo’s great wrong,
…and the whirlpool from above that created this song!

And the evil found inside us, the Id and its kin, will nurture the abused child and continue the sin. The great black wheel of madness, as always, will spin, churning out more abusers to fill the Hell that we’re in. When, where or how did the wheel of blackness start? Corrupting the love and joy into the evil in man’s heart and turning family into tragedy and tearing them apart? Next time you feel weak and let the succubus inside, just remember all those in Hell and the reasons they died.
Astrology and ancient magic are a belief in the powers of celestial movements over the lives of men. This piece contains cosmogonical elements from Norse, German, Roman, Greek, Mesopotamian, Persian and Hindu.
OK
"It's okay now." I say to my little brother.
I wipe the tears from his tired cheeks
And kiss his forehead
It's okay now
I think

?

People ask questions
"Where are these bruises coming from?"
"Why is your eye black?"
"Where've you been?"
They don't know
These bruises show up because I slipped
My eye is black because I spoke up
I've been
Gone

I can't tell you straight
You would think differently of me
They always do
I can't tell you straight
It would just get worse
I can't tell you straight
Those would be the last words I'll ever
Say
GaryFairy May 2016
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands
Children and animals are the only innocence in this world.
GaryFairy Dec 2014
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard, when it's torn
and only an angel understands
Pauline Morris May 2016
l'm your new daddy and I love you in a special way
Don't tell mommy, she won't believe you anyway
Just keep quiet, be a good boy
If you do I'll buy you that new toy
Keep your bruises covered, don't say a thing
If anyone ask, tell them you fell off the swing

They shouldn't have to pay for love with their blood and their bone
They shouldn't have to be scared to go home
There should not be scars on their young flesh
Their ****** up short lifes have become such a mess
When the adults in their life become the villain
Hell is for children
Levi Kips Apr 2016
The palace I will never enter again holds a near dear place in my soul. I will never lay foot finger or breath in that place but I can't say the same for it. See you can take a person put of jail but you can't jail out of this person. See that place was my jail. We moved on up to the east side after what felt like a lifetime sentence is now nothing but a glitch in a computer base full of excellency. Even though it was so long ago I still feel this place in his breath, in his movements. He talk like he's a new man but this place is engraved in him like writing on a trophy. The memories in that place is engraved in me on his weapons of mass destruction. I would of taken any time out or jail sentences then to fight another war, I have learned from Vietnam that I don't want to mess your kind. I feel 4 by 4 when the Fire rains 6 by 6, acid water floods takes up the whole 12 foot floor i'm jumping on anything that's near he went immortal on me when he gaining 2nd wind. Im running to stay alive, in this catastrophe you caused when you tried to put fear in a growing man, are you trying play god? you're just determined to do anything when we're both in that room I wish that same determination you showed on the battle field reflected your efforts outside of it cause if so I wouldn't be here writing this.
That place is a childhood bedroom. 11/30 for 30/30
Brent Kincaid Apr 2016
You didn’t teach me
How to succeed without ambition
How to live without approval
How to survive in this condition
How to hold my head up high
How to run when I could barely walk
How to value the me others hate
How to survive all the painful talk.

You didn’t teach me
How to keep my heart healthy and whole
How to tell the truth hidden in lies
How to find the spark inside my soul
How to be proud listening to taunts
How to look upon hatred as sickness
How to sing songs of praise of others
How to selflessly, and lovingly bear witness.

You didn’t teach me
How to value the people who love me as me
How to enjoy people of a different color
How to appreciate all the different nationalities
How to bounce back from the blows of life
How to learn from the work any that I do
How to love my life and cherish all of it,
Because loving me never came from you.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Taught of fear in my youth
Never to be told the truth

Fear of the night
Fear of the sight
Fear of a turn on the light

Taught the wrong side of love
Never anything but the shove

Fear of the abuse
Fear of the accuse
Fear of forever being used

Taught of anger in my childhood
Never again would I be understood

Anger of the touch
Anger of the clutch
Anger that it was to much

Taught the wrong side of love
Never anything but the shove

Anger of the madman
Anger of the evil plan
Anger that I will never again stand

Taught darkness in my young years
Never thought I'd live my life in tears

Darkness of the need
Darkness of the deed
Darkness that is where I bleed

Taught the wrong side of love
Never anything but the shove

Darkness of the ****
Darkness of the numb
Darkness that is what I've become
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