Apocalyptic Sky

Time will come a day our
Earth will see its last
Chaos and confusion are norm,as
thoughts turn to days of past

Those whom never accepted
Thy gift of thy Christ
Whom never had faith nor
Could comprehend
his life he sacrificed

Will see his wonder and know
In death be unforgiven
And each heart like wood
Beneath the Axe be riven

And shortly it be realized
The decision of chosen path
And swiftly succumb  
to the Power of his wrath

The air be filled with sounds
Of humans cry
Beneath a dark, devilish
Apocalyptic sky

Written By:Charles Kean
Copy right 09/10/16
All rights reserved

I’ve Decided To Write A Book

I will write a book of short stories and
My poetry and it will be titled
(Heart Felt Flight)
Inspiration from my Hello Poetry Friends
Beautifully Broken—Scripted Silence—
Mark S—Mrs Timetable—Carlo C Gomez—
v V v—Perry—Thunderstorm—and I will add the rest of you as I write it. God Bless!!!

MONSTER

  In the darkness of the night
I’m shaking in fear
I was asleep in my bed but I have to ***
But a monster is very near

I know the monster is sleeping, I don’t
Dare wake him and feel his wrath
But the bathroom is down the hall
And I may cross his path

So in my bed I stir until it’s too late
Yep I’ve wet it and I have to face him anyway
But at least it won’t be in the darkness
Of night but in the light of the day

He seemed to be gentle but it was a charade
His blue eyes changed to Devil red
He was my father and he would beat me
But the scars came from the words he said

Though the beatings would put me within
Inches of my life from the blood I’d bleed
The mental beat downs would ultimately
Be what would plant the seed

I got caught up in self doubt and I
Began to take drugs and drink
Self destruction and suicide was
The only things that I could think

But Angeles were put before me
And changed my direction
But it took a long time for my heart
To accept and to be able to give affection

It hampered my life in so many ways
But somehow I was able to survive
I live a blessed life now and I am
So very happy to be alive

My fear ran deep but it didn’t come
From some imaginary ugly imposter
My father was an abusive alcoholic
He was my real life MONSTER

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/21/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to Carlo C Gomez

The Hills Of Winter

      As I drove the highway I couldn’t help
But notice the abandoned look
Like something Evil,a forest in a
Fairy tales story book

A transparency, or invisibility as I could
see through the trees as far as the eye sees
For all the trees were naked
Having lost all of their leaves

The landscape looked barren like it was
another planet from another galaxy
Oh though the hills still rolled as before
It just seemed so sad like a lost legacy

I felt as if an Evil Witch or Warlock
Or the Devil himself had cast a spell
Because looking across the vast wasteland
It resembled my visions of Hell

The gloom of the season with the darkness
As the clouds blocked out the Sun light
I had visions of an epic battle between
A magnificent Dragon and a Gallant Knight

But even with all of this it seemed
These hills had lost all of their splendor
Just my observation as I drove through
The hills of winter

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 2/16/2018
All rights reserved

Lost

   Lost in the world of the shadow
Lost in a place without a rainbow
Lost where darkness is as dark as it seems
Lost in a world without dreams

Lost even in a large crowd
Lost and just wanting to cry out loud
Lost in your own prison with no escape
Lost in an unfamiliar landscape

Lost with a feeling of no way out
Lost with an overwhelming sense of doubt
Lost in a never ending Labyrinth maze
Lost in a psychedelic purple haze

Lost In hopelessness and a different reality
Lost and hearing the wale of the banshee
Lost in a depression so very deep
Lost in no inspiration and no sleep

Lost with nothing left to give
Lost hold on to a reason to live
Lost, if so find yourself at all cost
Lost, you never wanna be lost

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/20/2020
All rights reserved

Beautifully Broken
                (Scripted Silence)

   She gave her love so willingly
She gave everything she had to give
She did everything to make his
Life, a life that he wanted to live

She was as patient as she could be
She gave him time to realize
But he took her love for granted
And he always seem to criticize

They seemed to always be fighting
Her eyes always filled with tears
She couldn’t go on anymore, she
Thought about all of the wasted years

One night while she was sleeping
He slipped out of the back door
Leaving behind just a note that read
Some day you’ll find what you’re looking for

But I guess I just don’t know how to
Give what you so desperately need
I cannot force what should come naturally
And my heart will forever bleed

She walked alone shuffling through
Each day with rarely a smile
Thinking love had passed her by
Missing what she had all the while

Then another came into her life
And gave her all he had to give
He did everything to make her
Life, a life she wanted to live

But often times words go unspoken
He realized she had been beautifully broken
He tries to understand her willing defiance
And live with her well rehearsed scripted silence

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/20/2020
All rights reserved
Dedicated to and for
Beautifully Broken & Scripted Silence