Blackhearted

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the fairest of them all?
Black is her heart
corrupt lies on her lips
she taunts
she tantalizes
she will bury you in the crypt.
Never bothering to learn a thing
she built an empire
on cheap promises
on broken desires
on the backs of those
she holds in contempt.
With ebon hair piled high
startling saphire eyes
carmine lips ready to kiss
this witch laughs at all.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the wickedest of them all?
Learned at the knees of a King
brutal
abusive
not love and fairness.
Icy tears freeze on her cheeks
as she looks over it all
fires burn
men have spurned
her kingdom for their own.
Battering rams
evil intent
just as she was taught
no matter how fair
no matter how wicked
women never come out on top.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 19/18
Picture via:  Photo by Ali Marel on Unsplash
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Fade Away

Standing

looking outward

seeing only markers

fluorescent orange flags

flutter in the wind

as the square shrinks inwards.

I stare upwards

seeing shapes within the clouds

it is better than looking around me

seeing the moiety

which is so unfair.

At one time we all shared

we all cared

but no longer is that true

as each one fights for a bigger piece of the pie

and I am left struggling alone here.

Soon the space I stand within

will be overrun

stolen away

by the cruelty of man’s desire

for having more

regardless of how it is acquired.

With so little left to conquer

with so little left to divide

I watch in silence as the plains shatter

a tear falling

scalding

and I disappear.

Picture via: Photo by Tommy Lisbin on Unsplash

 

 

 

Oink Oink

He sits upon a rusted throne
tarnished circlet upon his brow
sycophants whispering
filling his mind
with images of greatness
of cities trembling at his feet.
Fed a steady diet of sins:
Gluttony.
Pride.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Lust.
Envy.
Greed.
No one dared to call him to task.
No one made him face reality.
Bloated he became
feeding upon the fear
the hatred
the despair
the injustice perpetrated.
People turned away
not wanting to catch his eye
as it could mean games in the pit
or death at his feet
dependent upon the hour of the day.
He pranced along
seeing streets of gold
not the pocked ruins of stone
delighted that all were scared of him
glorying in his power
until that fateful day
when a child saw through him.
‘Mama who is that ugly little man? 
Why does he caper?
Is he a joker?
A clown?
Who is he mama?
And why is he so mean?’
Mama burned a brilliant red
shushing her darling dear
but too late
he had heard
his head turning to see
the small voice that caught his ear.
Beckoning with crooked fingers
he called the child forth
making her stand upon the dias
waiting for the tears to start.
The whimpers
the pleas
the begging for more.
More time.
More life.
More everything.
She stood looking at him
head cocked to the left
than to the right
and finally straight on
as she met his eyes.
‘You are nothing but a bully boy.
A disgrace.
A man without meat.
You know not love
you know not faith
you really are a shoat’
And with those fateful words
that little man shrank
and in his place
stood a tidy pig
with a bewildered look upon its face.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 16/18
Photo by Austin Guhl on Unsplash

Greatest Treasure

As parents we are given responsibilities:

We need to guide our children.

We need to teach them.

We need to instill morals.

We need to nourish their imaginations

and in return

are given the greatest of gifts.

A child’s love is pure.

It knows no boundaries.

It comes in all colors of the rainbow

and when allowed to flourish

it is an unending love that

is unconditional

given freely.

Yet there are those

women and men

who will take a child’s love

twist and betray it

by putting their needs

their desires first.

Such selfish behaviour

destroys the unconditional love

destroys the relationship

and ultimately will destroy the child’s belief in self worth.

Our children are our greatest treasures

we need to hold them tight

while they allow us

for though their love is always ours

their time will not be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sad so Sad…….

I am not exactly sure what is going on with me. At first I thought that I was morose. Than I looked up the definition and no that is not me. All I can say is I am feeling a little off. And it has not just been one day, no this has been going on since Monday.

Monday I slept in as late as I could before getting up and getting ready for work. I worked at 8 so what I really did was skip the workout, breakfast and coffee. So let’s put my mood down to that.

Tuesday. I got up at 5. Worked out, was ready to go before I even woke T up at 7. Yet still the feeling prevails.

I know something is off because truthfully, I am not my fun loving bubbly self at all. I can barely muster the energy to talk to customers at work.

I thought that as Monday and Tuesday were grey gloomy rain days, that that was all it was. I mean, T and me we fought again yesterday morning but now, I shrug my shoulders and lock myself in my bedroom. It was my fault for his shoes being wet as I made him walk home in the rain on Monday. Yep, evil mom that I am he had to walk home in the rain.

I can look for every excuse but there are none. I cannot explain what this feeling is other than off. I want to weep. I want to lay here cuddling my pillow and sob. But why? That my friends is the elusive question. I have no reason to be feeling down or sad. Work is great. My friends are great. T, well T is T. He is good when he wants to be and no so good when he doesn’t want to be.

My poetry is going well. I have no complaints there.

I want to cry. I want to be held while I cry. For no real reason but that I need to cry. Long hard sobs where I am gasping for breath and unable to speak. I do not know what is causing this giant hole I just know that I feel it and it is there.

I do not want to fall down the rabbit hole. I want to get back to the me I have been for the last while. I am sad. I am going to go and lock myself in my room and cry. I am sorry for being so depressive this evening when of late I have been on cloud 9. Hoping that this will pass soon.

 

Shipwreck

Neon lips
speak empty platitudes
promises remain broken
handshakes are used to test a man’s mettle
while rights and laws
are raped and repealed.
Eyes haunted with indignity
unable to fathom the signs seen
children kept captive in cages
poked and prodded
as though they were dogs up for sale.
Pimps and abusers
walking the canyon walls
sere each consciousness with fear
besting each one with only one word:
‘boogeyman’.
Who is this boogeyman that they fear?
Is he a God?
Is he a Devil?
Nay he is  a mere man
with power in his hands
desrtuction in his heart
amoral
his heros are other men
who have bullied
petrified
pillaged
murdered
and no one shall stand.
Lost in a becalmed sea
water surrounding all sides
sharks can smell the founting blood
all they need to do
is wait for the ship to go down.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 13/18
Picture via: Photo by Anton Repponen on Unsplash

Devil’s Playground

Brick by brick
a wall is built
not to keep others out
but to wall in the elite.
They hold the reins
making laws that rape
deciding who can and cannot be
taking away choices
playing God
but in reality….
The Devil is in the details
take a look around
it seems to me
The Devil is winning
He has the playground.
Tempted with power
showered in glory
too late will those
who say they are right
realize they opened the door
that let Him stalk right in.
Do not cry
when we watch their world crumble
when the power they claim
wrenched with fear
from the hands of the people
is torn viciously away.
We shall see the desperation of men
and women too
clawing and scrabbling
to remain on top.
A time will come…..
The Devil will call in his dues
and the gates of Hell
will teem with so many new.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 12/18