Love Me Do

***This is not indicative of my feelings now.  Picture is one of mine taken the Summer of 2017 @ Matlock Beach Manitoba.***
Seated upon the broken pier
waves crashing
darkness falling
upon my heart
soul
mind
wrapping me once more
in nightmares
I cannot escape.
I thought that I had beaten
eradicated
destroyed
the demons
weeping
at my feet…..
tangled in my hair…..
yet…..
still they cling
suckling on the blackness
as at a bloated breast
feeding on my pain.
Wan
pale under the moonlight
a ghost upon the night
I can take no more
for my demons?
Commit to me
as no man has done
wrap me in taloned arms
claws easing beneath the skin
bleeding me
of fear
of passion
of desire.
Seated upon a broken pier
waves of blood roil before
I have lost.
Theses demons
shall always have me.
Feb. 22/19
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Untitled Word of the Day Poem #22

Sitting in quiet contemplation
Head hung low
Silence
Rebounding
Echoing in his mind
Fleeing
Terror filled nights
Addiction hazed days
Looking
Searching
Yearning
For the one thing
To
Soothe
Silence
Still
Demons dancing
Gorging
Sated upon his fears.
Seldomly accepting
Realizing
Mistakes made
Can have a deadly effect.
Grasping for a lifeline
Afraid
Desperate
Needing
The hand that she holds.
Pulled close
Head upon her breast
Listen
Count
Heartbeats
To settle fears.
Love given
Taken
Abused
Shelter had been found
Sanctuary
Afraid
Divided
Splintered
Shards cutting
Faces seen
Many masks held
She could have been his saviour
He was her black-hearted lover
These two
Founded in the same tale
Facing the same demons
One will escape
One will fall
Free fall
Into the cesspool
Unable to break free.
Tears upon cheeks
Warm disregard
Time has passed
Forgiveness given
Forgotten
Never to be.
 
Feb. 21/19
Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash

Return from Hell

Abandon hope all ye who enter here.’
Steep steps
chiseled
hewn from black stone
back lit a flaming red
globs of lava thrown about
while demons howl
not with shame
not with fear
with blood lust
as the hunger bleeds through.
Crawling downward
ever downward
each level passing
as I search within the gloom
there is one I want
one I will kill
for all the pain
all the anguish he has caused.
At my back
demons scream
throwing bolts of flame
illuminating the darkness before me
I grimace
scorched by fire
but revenge shall be mine.
Finally the one I seek appears
bolted to the wall
fear
pain
sadness
soaking through my desire
my need
my retribution
I squint with fear.
In lowering myself
in giving in
to satisfaction that will be felt
I demean
I debase
the marrow of my being.
I draw myself up
strength returning
I look him in the eye
‘There shall never more be hope
I release you to Satan’s care.’
Head thrown back
he screams in terror
seeing the disjointed maws
black
salivating
thick gobs of spit
spun out as ropes
further tying him to the wall.
Stand aside
watch the horde rush in
my hands
clean they will remain
as I climb back up the stairs.
Aug. 19/18

Latest Victim

There is no way to know
simmering beneath the surface
a silent rage
all consuming
ready to devour
those who come too close.
Whispers swell
scrabbling at the door
nasty comments
brutal fears
looking to escape
to cause havoc….
on the innocent.
Blackness roiling
filling mind
soul
with doubt
that nothing is at it seems.
Stormy sea
symphony of agony
of hatred
within one’s self
as the darkness reaches out….
to claim it’s latest victim.
Aug. 22/18

Wicked Playground

Demons smoking dreams

Angels playing poker

green felted table

hookahs filled with fantasy

with death

desire

destruction

cards laid and played

moans of ecstasy

cries of defeat.

This is the wonder of Heavell.

A playground

integrated

for sin and virtue.

Not all Angels are virtuous.

Not all Demons are Sinners.

Photo by Radu Florin on Unsplash

 

Juxtaposition

Sunset
golden purple
stained with crimson stars
splashed with midnight paint
angels and demons
dancing together
war and peace.
Many breathe
corruption and perfidy
justifying their negligence
while bowing down
and praying for forgiveness.
Many breathe
honor and harmony
obscured by chaos
while standing tall
and refusing all cruelty.
Not all angels wear halos
Not all demons wear horns
Not all praise our Lord
Not all disavow the Devil
sometimes we confuse the two
because of words spoken.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
***Image is one that I found on the internet***

No Melody

***The picture is from FB by Treeowl
The song has stopped
the melody no longer found
as I stand here
hands raised to the morning sun.
Web wrapped
gossemere strands clutching
pulling and plucking
as I struggle to break free.
Into the darkness I have gone
to face all my demons
to finally put them to rest
so that I can be free.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 27/18