the soothing sensation
all feelings, erased
all the people in my thoughts
defaced and replaced
by an emptiness so bold
it's solid in shape
I am lost to its liquid embrace

it brings me to a quieter, simpler place

and I lust for its soul-numbing taste.

Would you have
     our stars not shine?
Would you have darkness
      be your shrine?

r ~ 5/5/14

What is it like,
                         to be free?

She is gone again
but this time
she will not come back
I never wanted to remember
her like that
when I found her
my world stopped
the note told me
what she thought
that I no longer loved her
...but I didn't know it was love.

Does a monster come in
Any other name?
Do we call a monster anything but--
Pride
Gluttony
Sloth
Lust
Envy
Greed
Wrath
--A monster?
Do we rework the order of sins for each monster we come across as such?
Envy
Envy
Envy
Pride
Wrath.
Lust lust
Greed greed
Wrath wrath wrath.
Forgive me,
Father.
For I have sinned.
I slipped into the lack of cognoscente thought that allows these sins to be allowed;
To take them,
As the slaughtered goat
For
A demon
Would take the razor's edge.

Forgive me,
Father.

(Barbara Green)
A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
Lying awake in bed
knowing he'll soon appear
Frightened and trapped
living a torturous nightmare.
Body is shaking
trembling with-in
preparing for
the terrible acts of sin.
Left all alone
with no-one in sight
The abused child cries silently
all through the night.

How does one heal
from such a horrible crime?
The scars, the damage
lasts a lifetime.
Emotionally I struggle
to make it through
Not knowing Why?
I feel and act the way I do.
The tragedy is over
but the turmoil is still there
I wonder, If my outbursts
is a way to see if anyone cares.
Please! God help me
I cry out
with so much anguish
fear and doubt.

She fed her own sick, twisted nature,
with the pain and grief of others,
Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother,
for one just cannot teach herself hatred,
As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated.
Her kindness slowly degraded,
As she was hated.
But, she was not to blame.
For she was once trapped in her own sick game.