There may be a heaven
And maybe a hell
But there is one thing
I know **** well;
There are devils around
And they do their worst
To put the working man
Into a poor man’s hearse.
They hate poor people
And kiss the royal ***
Of those who they think
Represents real class.

And real class to devils
Is money beyond belief
So they side with the creeps
That hate welfare and relief.
They know what they are doing
And they do it every time.
They gleefully participate
In global-scale crime.
They pump up bank accounts
Of the obscenely rich
And call the working a man
A loser sonofabitch.

They buy the politicians,
Who are devils themselves,
And push helpful programs
Onto a dusty back shelf.
If it doesn’t make money
For the greedy one percent
Then any such bill proposed
On the floor is never even sent.
So, I do believe in Devils
Not so much of the rest of the book.
If you don’t believe in Devils
Turn around and take a good look.

Tick-tock, tickity-tock
...The sounds of my memory box
Tick-tock, tickity-tock
This insomnia's got to stop!

Around and round and up and down
My deepest thoughts do fly,
Around and round and inside out,
I think I've lost my mind

They pull me in and spit me out
Whilst running round inside,
They pull me in and SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT
I've nowhere else to hide

I cast a plan, a plan is mine
I have to fool my mind,
To get to sleep I need to trick
My mind, let's start with 'eyes'!

...My eyes are shut - its not enough
"I'M CURSED, I'M DOOMED" I cry
My dearest thoughts now that's enough!
It's time to say 'goodnight'

Now one by one, come on - do come,
Now's not the time to shy,
You've kept me up for long enough
Now let me put this right

You see, my little darling thoughts
Don't fear, its not goodbye...
....I'll reassess your case of course....
Tomorrow, when its light!!


© Karen L Hamilton, 2013

i remember.
i remember telling her, i played Tetris because, everything started to go bad and i missed her.

|everything went bad and somehow that was code for " we cannot be together anymore "
everything went dark and i could not get up and leave because i was truly in denial, i could make it through another quiet month?
everything went bad, went quiet, i slowly became what i was feeling, i went quiet, as i missed her too much to allow myself to be as open before.
everything went bad and i lost parts of me, as if i had anything left to lose.

|i missed her, the very reason for all my pain, i can't even blame her, i gave her the power to build a home in my mind without even living there.
|i don't remember where I begin.
  i don't remember the love i had for you.
i don't remember a night without tears.

I am black, he is white,
We differ in height,
What does it matter?
If the former and the latter,
Assent to the marriage of our minds,
Love in diversity, oh! What a find!
Rather than take a solo flight,
Into a terrain of unceasing plights.

Fairness an aeonian act,
That cleanses a mind’s eye full of cataracts,
It determines the form of my imprints on the sands of time,
It measures the height of my strides, without unnecessary chime.

I am black shouldn’t make my judgement devoid of light and sombre,
He is white shouldn’t make his judgement pallid and lacklustre.
We can weld our hearts, mind and soul together in the heat of flames,
And say no to this untamed monster called injustice which has no one but us to blame,
Because underneath our skin lies the feelings
Of happiness, sadness, anger. Reeling
Us in confusion, fear, peace, guilt, innocence, contempt, love and pain.
Everyone has his or her stain,
Hence we are all the same.

A pretty girl, you think thats all, but if you look, shes about to fall. She gave up, she has no hope, she walks around trying to cope. All the cuts, the swollen eyes, she always has to try and hide. She fears they will soon come and find, every weakness behind her eyes.

And today
I will transform
From that weeping,
walking woman
Who wanders
the pathways
Lost,
and in grief
As I try to move on
From a broken state
to a Woman
who is taking back her power
like the most perfect of wild storms
Yes, I will now be the Goddess
I am meant to be
Who understands that her
Beauty
In and out
Only depends on herself
And not even the Love
From others
(Not even from a Lover
who supposedly so very loved her)
I am made of stars
I was before and it continues
I will throw into the
Galactic air
The stardust
That falls from me
As I walk by
I will dry my tears..
For how long can one cry?
I will push back
That cover
of sadness
That blanketed me
Like snow
I could not see
But for the white
And it made my soul
So cold
I am now going
to live out my heat
In whatever form it takes
I will try to cool
My desires
And not leave pain
In its wake
It is time to dry the tears
For too many have fallen
I must now become
The strong being
I was before
And I will gently
Push out of the way
Those who try to stop me
They won’t get far
It is hard to stop oneself
When you become
A shooting star
And I thank the Universe above
For making me who I am
Strong and whole
an Angel who has known
Great pain
But will now move on
Yes
Into the healing realm
Ínto skies like fire
Who prisms of colors
That will take my soul
And heart
ever
Higher