It is Time……

Woohooo It is that time of year again folks…….Jay is on Holidays!!!!!! I have not had my two weeks off since last year. I have had a day off here and there but a solid two weeks without any work I am pumped. We are up at the cabin this weekend with mom so posting will be periodic. Tonight’s view (as I missed my morning poem) I took during my walk to the beach and pier. All pictures are edited and stylized on my phone.

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Just Me

I sat down with her
that voice in my head
a conversation we had to have
for it seemed
she was awakening
calling my name
freaking me out
truth be told
because she whispers in my ear:
‘You and you alone can guide your destiny’
I am the one in control.
I am the one who guides internal dialogue.
I am the one who can listen.
I am the one who can shut it down.
There is a twinge of fear though…..
The voices are back
filling my head
conversation over conversation
there is no freedom
zone in (too close shearing sceams)
zone out (blank and mindless smile)
all do I do not have to admit
the voices are mine.
I fear to delve too deep.
I fear what is coming to light.
Hold me close
dispel the shadow
still my tears
warm embrace
I fear I am going crazy.
As trite as it may seem
I gauge my sanity daily:
Am I normal today?
Am I not?
Is it a sad day?
Truth is addiction is my undoing.
That is why the voices have been so still
for liquid gold
soothes burning soul
quenching desire to hide
allowing hurts to subside
beneath a hazy ideal
I can be just who I am
no more
no less
just me.
©August 22/19
Picture is one of my own
Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017

Mastered Monster

Crimson streaked blackness
beasts within the thicket
salivating
waiting for the thundering feet
horns to the hunt
where or where will the prey be?
Fear acid etched
tangled with pain
lacerations upon hands and feet
sobbing
begging for release
promising anything in return.
Noxious breath
slimed tongue licks down your cheek
‘fly little girl 
fly away
hear not the baying of hounds
hide from me you cannot’
whispered in your ear
shudder of dread spikes hard
as you run.
Eyes straight ahead
fixed firmly on the horizon
where dawn will sometime break
harken not back
to the snarling and the cursing.
Flight of fancy
killing nightmare
debonair
graceful
poised
hook line and sinker
he pulled you in
now…..
‘Run little girl
run away
here I come
Master wants to play.’
©August 21/19
Picture via Pinterest

Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
Picture found on Pinterest

Throne of Ashes

Google eyed
lips twisted
snarling threats
each needle prick
another small death
another small drop of blood
to sate the earth.
Hungry
reaching for safety
knowing that there is none
that there will be no last minute rescue
brought this upon yourself you did
with all that silly play acting
thinking you knew……
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha
Do you hear that?
Audience howling at your stupidity
watching wry humor
your downfall brought about
thought you did
that a fool kept his silence
while the righteous…..
The Righteous
proclaimed from heavens high
the appointment of god’s son
to lead us back to the fold.
Spoke you did
nary a moment went
that your mouth was not moving
slipping lies
sliding passed the truth
murky shades of grey
tumble to your grave.
There is a hierarchy 
you thought to surpass
ascension bought
and paid for
without struggle
without knowledge of reality.
Good-bye
so long
adieu
fall from sight
forgotten…..
A joke 
dancing upon the lips of…..
everyone. 
©August 19/19
Picture found on Pinterest

Word of the Day Challenge #50-Untitled Poem

Words
rip strips from souls
gathering in wounds
laced with cyanide
a killing strike
brings you to your knees
tears falling
no succor for the innocent.
Blindsided in the night
strength torn into naught
haunted by nightmares
vile anguish
how many more times will you pretend?
Cloudless sky
inky black no moon arises
taken with savage disregard
left a hollow shell
side of the road
rain falling down
what have they done?
Tides are turning
blood is coming
ruin not far behind
run through the terrors
duck behind depleted crosses
wolves baying
hunting those who striped from you…..
life
desire
trust
leaving behind a wraith of revenge.
Cruel they were
sadistic brethren
now ’tis they who face the scourge
whilst upon the sidelines
battered body
tattered face
you watch
a grim smile upon your lips.
©August 18/19
Picture via Pinterest

Dawn Breaks

Strutting
hips sashaying
blind to the eyes that turn
fixated on the horizon
what will be coming anew.
Day dreams of seduction
whispered smile
dancing across blood red lips
lick
flicking tongue
drawn in
by the mere sight of…..
heaving breasts
creamy skin
fingers tipped with talons
all the better to break the skin
the spirit
of all who will fall at……
the altar of desire
coming up for air
briefly
tumbling beneath roaring waves
passion floods all sesnses
there is no longer a route back
only forward…..
headlong down the rabbit hole
where life is turned upside down
where to flirt is to love
and to love is to succumb
into a fevered dream
broken by the first creeping rays of dawn
across the bed sheets.
©August 17/19
Picture via Pinteres