Time has Come…..

Black velvet
lined behind the eyes
try to outrace this nightmare
outrace you
only to find…..
You are in my head.
They are in my head.
All are in my head.
Sweet innocence
stripped away
frightened of this new truth
I run away.
I do not want this.
I do not need this.
I do not desire this.
Little girl
dancing in the streets
blood dripping
from the knife she carries.
Skipping here. 
Skipping there.
Skipping to her victims.
Going to make them shout.
Going to make them pay.
Going to make them all
rue the day
they decided to play.
Clenched jaw
biting my tongue
wanting to scream
to rage
to bring you all down
to put you all down
for the bitter nightmares you gave.
Hold her hand tight
keep her close to side
little demon girl
with nothing to hide.
My inner being
running free…..
She is going to catch you.
She is going to catch him.
She is going to catch them all.
Sadistic
torturous mind
learned
at the knees of important men
none of whom
wanted to be found.
Not with her in arm
child that she was.
I long to forget
to chase memories away.
Vengeance unrequited
little demon girl
who sought to protect me
had to go away
no longer able to play
no longer able to save me
she demands I stand on my own.
©July 24/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #44-Untitled Poem

Dance along the devil’s path
words
flip
detached
filled with no meaning
filled with no truth
a reality
built on sand stilts
crumbling before
angry voices
raised fists
tides rising
flooding
bending
eroding the foundation
that all stand upon.
Joker’s smile
twisted
broken
leering
stakes higher and higher
no one seems to care
no one seems able to fix
the problems
the disaster
that has become a part
of everyday life.
Capering clowns
tears drawn on cheeks
drawn
not shed
as bombs fall
bullets fly
children die
while villains
screech
dance a jig
proclaim
they are the targets
the innocents
while the world maligns
pummels
censure
their very worth.
Time is long
memories longer
keep plugging that dam
hoping all will be forgotten.
©July 21/19
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Nightly News

Darkness flows
subtle shades
grey and white
studded with starlight.
Death lurks.
Victim or prey
sighted
who is to decide
is this wrong
or is it right?
Evil prowls
using the cover of blackness
plying cowardly trade
innocence succumbing
virtues eradicated
salivating slaves
to the bloody knife.
Symbols etched
scratched into pale skin
screams of agony
offered up as sacrifice
not to demons
not to hell
to pacify grey men
creating a new world order.
Violence.
Harsh words.
Kindness has become overrated.
Echos of the past
intolerance
rhetoric spewed
no longer shocking
no longer rage inspiring.
Fodder for the nightly news.
Inured
we have become desensitized…..
to the wars
to the blood
to the death of children
to watching parents scream
holding dead bodies.
Cold eyes
no longer able to see humanity
tell me true
is this the way of the future
or can it be saved?
©July 9/19
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Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch
circling the air
smell the brimstone
the devil’s aroma
seeping beneath doors
through windows
deadly seduction
whispers
it can all be made anew.
Sorcery
beguiling
beautiful
trembling before the massive body
only one can tame the rumbling beast
only one can subdue vicious desires.
Sleep dear one.
Slumber until needed.
A day will come
the lands will call
your voice
rises in trumpeting sorrow
lands will bleed
broken beneath your wings.
Superstition has it
evil you are
yet how could such beauty
such agility
such grace
be the mark of terror
not the ascending glory
saviour for the masses.
Traitors will burn
flames reducing to ashes
broken bodies of enemies.
Hear dragon screams
shudder in fear
for here
an avenger
soaring through the skies
harbinger of doom
for all those who lie.
©July 8/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #37 (Untitled Poem)

The stage
played out in front of the whole world
lies
half truths
abandoned midway
leaving the audience to ponder…..
credence is being delivered
given freely
to men
women
(hang your heads in shame)
who berate
bludgeon
tyrants
(not only the home grown)
carving up lands
territories
with practised ease
bloody butchery.
This conflagration
out of hand
growing higher
brighter
immorality is winning
virtue
kindness
morality
fade into the wood works.
(Lost
no one to witness the demise.)
Turn
pace the arena
count your steps
minutes
until entry is granted
into the lair.
Face the firing squad
answer for the good
heresy
words quoted without warmth
without meaning
become only…..
words.
Turn to leave
defeated
lost
unenvied
behind the curtain hid.
(Wait)
Lulled
sated on their gorged desires
sleep heavy eyes flutter
silent feet
whispers of death come riding in their ears.
Throw the match
bar the door
watch it burn
Hell has a circle to defend……
©July 6/19
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Protector

Once more
a fool I have been
allowing my heart
my hopes
to arise
to fill me
moron that I am.
One would think
nay
one who is smart
would know
to ignore the stubborn heart
those emotions
the feelings
remembering pain
anguish
when the heart broke anew
again
(and again
and again.)
Sitting here
sight blurred
veil of tears
aching
realizing
I have played my foolish game.
Allowing you behind the curtain
allowing you to see me
the one
hidden behind the public facade
none know the secrets I hide.
You made me
(make me)
feel safe.
I opened
(open)
myself to you.
Foolish woman I be.
Time has come
to be undone
to lock
throw away the key
protect myself
from…..
me.
©June 13/19
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Untangled

Bolt of lightening
realization
what a jackass
what a joke I have become
that I twisted
toiled
to make things the same
when I should have run.
Flinching
memories
not the good ones
I shudder to think
how petulant
whiny child
I must have been
how you must have made mock.
I was blind
now I see.
I was deaf
now I hear.
I was senseless
now I know.
Resignation
for having yearned
for having longed
for having wished
to feel your hands
to feel your warmth
once more hear the sweetness of your voice.
Raising my head
I blink
looking around.
Suddenly
colors most vibrant
cool spring scent in the air
warm sunshine
my fog has lifted
joy I have found
I can finally let go
I can finally say good-bye
and recapture my heart.
©May 20/19