Revenge

Spewing forth
anger
lava erupting from the pit
while I rage
desire
plague
those who have hurt me.
Fuck you.
Fuck those who thought…..
let me walk on you
let me abuse you
let me disbelieve you
what rights do you have?
What ability to believe?
To shore
shunt
ignore
those voices calling forth
well I carry machete in hand.
Hmmmm….
heads will roll
throats shall be slit
you cannot atone.
Listen
here is my story to tell.
I am sorry.
I am fearful.
I am your bloody revenge.
Oct. 2/18
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20/20

Looking back
it is easy to see
as they say
hindsight is 20/20.
I delighted in fire
flame
burning debris
still wonder
how I did not burn that place down?
Vicious words
pelting down
tearing
rending
piercing
exposed flesh.
I need time
time to adjust
to come to terms
with yet another aspect
of my past
my history.
Rage
inferior
tagged to be little
never was I important enough.
Looking back
I can finally see
veil torn from my eyes
the monster before me.
There was no love.
There was no pride in me.
I was superfluous
an afterthought
a child weaned on fear
disgrace
disregard
left to herself
her own care.
Heart torn
rent
beaten flat
left to defend
shield
armor myself
for yet another blow
another hit
another hurricane
blowing me apart.
Sept. 25/18

My Fault

I first saw him
standing along the shoreline
quiet contemplation
handsome brow
lean physique.
I slowly walked by
furtitive glances from beneath my lashes
wondering if he noticed me
at all?
I found the courage
the ability to say hello
though my voice cracked
my hands trembled
I stuttered over my tongue.
We talked
listened
heard the stories
each had to tell
so smart
intelligent
caring
he had me fooled.
Waters painted golden
blood red
by the setting sun
he turned to me
tender smile….
pushing me back
he ripped my clothing
telling me it was all my fault.
With tears on my cheeks
I stared beyond his heaving shoulder
my infatuation destroyed
savaged
murdered
as the misdeed went on.
Sept. 20/18
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New Era

Bleak
grey
uniform in concealing
army waiting in the woods
focus on the enemy
even if this is a war
that should never have been.
Flacid lips
propoganda
whispered in our ears
turning us
creating within
a battlefield
mired with land mines
broken body parts
a giant war machine at work.
Wondering how we got here
watching the world burn
leaders of all nations
violent
unable to bring peace to the table.
Mockery has been made
of the time all once knew
as savagely
a new era is born
of blood
of madness
of leaders
who no longer care.
Sept. 10/18
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Splintered

Fires burn on the horizon
cities crumble
concrete cracking
voices shrill with panic
with fear
watching as the brotherhood
fills the streets with death.
A call to arms
a call to making it great
fostering hatred
anger
disrepair
splintering a nation
that once was the model of decorum.
Blood shed
flowing in the streets
no backing down
no repreive
only volatile explosions
rocking all to their knees.
September 3/18
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Pull the Trigger

Countless times
the image has played over
over and over
in your cluttered mind.
Silent
with sound
black and white
in color
violence the only stable factor.
Cringing
cowering in fear
waiting for the blows
vicious words
until suddenly you can take no more.
He never thought you meant it
he thought you would crash again
begging for forgiveness
for imagined wrongs in his perfect world.
Tiny
deadly
slipped into your hand
lending you a bravado you did not feel
you leveled the gun at his laughing face
and pulled the trigger.
August 24/15
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As Simple as That

Gather round my pretties 
for a tale I have to tell:
A time there was once
when murder most foul
occurred not daily 
but at times hourly
in this kingdom 
of warfare and feuds 
the long forgotten yesteryear.
Ha!
Forgotten yesteryear?
More like a reality to this day.
Feuds are larger now
scaled into wars
taking over not towns
but countries
while demigods are fashioned
by wealth
by how often their name is in print
by the amount of followers on social media
not by the quality of their honor.
Time has begun to unravel
threads are being cut
as fiefdoms crop up
starving
enslaving
all people who stand to them
abusing their rights
their children
their wives
to make them bend to knee.
Out of the darkness
the renegade will ride
a steed of iron and ice
seeking out the ones claiming glory
and making them go away.
Aug. 23/18
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