Ashed Past

Come to me children of the streets
let me tell you
how this present came to mete
how lost we became 
so very lost 
time will tell if ever one can return.
Once upon a time
for every cautionary tale does begin
a man
so callous
so arrogant
decided that his birthright
was to rule the world.
Bluster
muster
his followers
from all walks
no one could understand
still today we shake our heads.
Craven
bullied his way
to the top
crony taught
black magic
called the Devil
deal was made
and poof…..
he had his every desire.
Despot
thrilled with considered power
doled out
punishment
death to those
who dared to contradict
who dared to try to wrest control.
Any deal with the Devil
fraught with clauses
contradictions
failed to read right
can end to detriment
to death of all
the world
the populace
destroyed for one vain little boy.
Enraged
clause enacted;
Act a baboon
be a baboon
off to the zoo with you!
Damage done
now we wait
life to return 
to abundance.
Until that time children of the night
children of the street
always remember
getting all you want
will always come with grave consequences. 
©June 30/20
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Following My Path

I scritch
I scratch
forever do I feel
I am at the bottom of an abyss
looking up
not able to climb
no matter how hard I try.
Do you see me?
Do you see beyond the outside of me?
Or is all you see……a woman?
I carry a burden.
Not a burden
for children
the caring of
the caring for
not a chore
love
days are that I want to drop the load
feel as though I am invisible
can you not see me?
My fears
rally
confronted
peering over the ledge
waiting
responsibility weighs heavily
knowing I have to raise
to teach
fearing that I will not.
I do not want
nor do I need
your pity
your sneer
I know what I have
strengths abound
I can teach
I can raise
beautiful women.
Every so often though
I am weak
I struggle
I feel the weight upon my shoulders
when I do
when I drop the ball
stare not
glare not
reach out
despite my resistance
I need you
I need your help
I need you to hold my hand.
Like thorns on a rose
prick my skin
without them
without sharp sting
I would be lost
for truth is
best part of me
still to lead.
©June 26/20
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