Aspis

Poisoned snake
writhing through
a grassland of suited legs
stunted growth
mere puppets with which to play.
Fangs bared
lightening speed
strike and flee
dastardly little chuckle
emerging from its cheek.
Villainous viper
insinuating itself
into party times
party lies
spreading dishonesty
mistruths
hoping against hope
to cause a great divide.
Coiled round
squeezing
choking
hoping that this will kill the enemy
remove the barrier
it will all become clear.
Enough is enough
no harboring this beast
cease
desist
surcease
with this lunacy.
Tales of old
warn of a two headed snake
who whispers sweet words to one
while striking to bring down another.
Stomp on it.
Pin it down.
One fell swoop
watch its head hit the ground.
November 18/18
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Untitled Poem #7

Talk talk talk
circle around the truth
stories told
embellished
lies believed 
until they become a part of history.
 
Since time in memoriam
men have written
rewritten
retold
tales
changing them to make their wrongs
their ills
their evils
appear to be sane
intelligent
judicious.
Steamroll over anyone
who disagrees
argues
disputes the facts
nay
of men
who believe they are
saving a world
they themselves have destroyed.
Earth trembles
lave explodes
mountains fall at their feet.
Oceans are polluted
spreading disease
eradicating species
while searching for the almighty dollar.
A time will come
people will rise
overturn
rescind
the privileges given
to these obsolete dinosaurs
spouting
greed
industrilization
money money money.
As heathens of times passed
burned at the stake
heretics
who demanded more
better
services from those who were in charge
so too shall great men fall
while the world laughs at their fate.
November 17/18
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Massacre

I hate you.
Seriously hate you.
As I sit in my my car
weeping
screaming inside my head
for you to shut the fuck up!
I cannot take it
not much longer
why can I not be allowed
this happiness?
Why must you dig in
claws crooked
shredding
tearing
massacring
me?
Locked within these black walls
cavernous
lost
scared to move
tentative steps
hands stretched out
afraid of what is in front of me.
Hear the scrabble
tiny claws
skittering towards me
giggles
echo around me
nails on a chalkboard.
Surrounded
tiny imps
all wearing my face
pointing
ascending
digging beneath my skin
ripping at my heart
until
there is nothing left.
Just me
staring blankly at these four walls
entrapped in insanity.
November 14/18

Missing Piece (A Love Poem)

These memories
sustained
by love
wish
hopes
and dreams.
Fruition
will come soon
oh so soon
so hard to wait
to keep within
excitement spilling over.
Sleepless nights
brain so fogged
as I await
needing
desiring
wanting
to be back in your loving arms.
Wearing your shirt
face burrowed in your pillow
still ever so faint
a whiff of you…..
the smell of you
love
hard work
oil
and grease.
Sweet dreams
smile on my face
I fall asleep wrapped in your scent.
Middle of the night
sudden warmth
arms around
I roll over
here you are my love
in reality.
Hold me close
let me embrace you
as I melt
slow sigh
my missing piece arrived home.
November 9/18
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Untitled Poem #6

I am not sure that I understand.
Once you muttered a cryptic statement
never explored
never explained
swept under the carpet
as you have done to me.
Rip my tongue out
slander my name
form a wall
stalwart til the very end.
One did know
protect me she could not
tears checked
lashing out
wonder why I am so angry?
Failed.
Tortured.
Can you even see?
These memories….
I desire not
peck away
at my consciousness.
Blinded
blinkered
beclouded
shout out with fear:
‘never ever
should one believe’….
for those words
spit
sigh
slash
the name of her abuser
who will be burned in effigy.
Nov. 7/18
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Untitled Poem #5

A voice
barely a whisper
coming down the line
begging for help
for me to come find her
take her away from the world
she has fallen into.
Angry words
violent outbursts
who was this child before me?
Not mine.
My princess could never have become
a gutter rat
lost in drugs
in desperation
to ease the pain of her past.
I should have been more open
maybe she would have trusted me than
but I chose not to see
not to hear
tears
accusations I could not control.
Walking up the creaking stairs
afraid
what will I find at the top?
Dingy walls
tar streaked
stale smoke permeating the air
I find the door
slight ajar
am not sure I want to know more.
Pushing it open
confronted with……
a face frozen in agony
body wasted
from drugs
abused by men
blood drips
droplets falling from her fingertips
to the floor.
This is my child
who I neglected
drove away
and now
she is nothing but a corpse.
I gather her tiny body
so weightless
against my chest
just as when she was born.
Tears
scalding
fall to her pallid face
as for one more time
I rock my baby
regretting
my pride
my certainty
that I was right.
There has been no winner here
no lessons learned
only pain
crippling
devastating
latching
hooking
into me.
November 6/18
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Untitled Poem #4

Pacing
nails bitten to the quick
waiting
dreading
the words that he will speak.
Heart is racing
can feel the blood in my ears
pounding in my head
I am dizzy
I am aware
I am afraid.
Though I have been flippant
making jokes
deflecting questions
with questions of my own
I have cried
I have screamed
I know that I did this to myself.
Years and years
of abuse
of pills
of anything that would numb
it had to catch up to me eventually.
Truth be told
today is the day
when finally I can admit
to more tears
to more fears
than jokes
and quick witted remarks.
Nov. 5/18
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