Word of the Day Challenge #84-Untitled Poem

I sit
tears falling
blurred vision
all I can think of
is how I hurt you
how much I miss you
this throbbing ache
peering
blinded eyes
never again
together
held by you
chase the nightmares away
you became deeply entrenched
with blooded memories of my past
tangled webs
I cannot unwind
curled inward
grasping knees
piercing screams
wave after wave
venomous evil
washes over me
yawning
black pit
sucking me in
screaming
even as you held me
promising safety
protection
I know…..
I know you wished me no harm
I know you held me with love
I know…..
all you ever wanted
was to protect me true
eventually though
no one
but me
could protect me
with promise of haven
able was I
trust
held me close
chase the demons
spear them
protection
I found in your arms
only to realize
a part of the horror
the wicked dreams
forever entangled
in your love
wistful thinking
I’d be able to separate
horror from peace
in the end
I had to say good bye.
©Jan. 26/20
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Hollow Man

Vile debauchery
incessant need
fill the void with vices
lies
ignorance
while proclaiming
how virtuous you are.
Am not sure
what gilded mirror you stare into
what witch enunciates your plays
broadcasting your naivete
soothing swollen ideals.
That is not what
nor whom
I see.
Not a child who knows naught.
Not an adult who knows better.
Narcissist
using death
destruction
as a platform from which to induce
rage
anguish
pain.
Swaddled in yes men
pampered by yes women
afraid that the world shall see
watch you reap
the very damage you inflict
on passers who dare to contradict
dare to stand up
for right
for life
for reality.
Delicate sensibilities
temper tantrums from a man child overgrown
need a blankie and soother
to set things to your truth once more.
Unsure I am
how the lies
constant sycophants bottle feed
provide such sustenance
as you require.
Day will come
truth will out
your dreams of greatness will fade away
tumbled down castles
rocky cascade
burying you and your uselessness.
©August 9/19
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Benedict Arnold Reborn

High above
in silver blue sky
rumbles the approaching death.
Unbeknownst to those below
living life
loving 
family 
children
husband and wife.
Innocence broken
shattered
incoming piercing scream
impact
cratered hole
body parts strewn
blood
overflowing cisterns
babies scream
left alone
orphaned
for what?
Call to arms you did
inciting
taunting…..
so proud to disregard
so proud to abuse
misuse
power
for to whom shall you answer?
You sanctify terrorism
your mouth moves one way
words coming go the other
there is no truth to you
there is no humanity
reprehensible actions
provoked by…..
Volatile vitriol spewed
greatness is not forthcoming…..
Fall to your knees 
beg for forgiveness.
The Ninth Circle of Hell
home to treachery and traitors
considered too tame for a beast such as ye….
A Tenth Circle to be built
to house a man 
who tore apart the world
to sate his desire for the Almighty…..
Dollar.
Corruption.
Adulation.
Destruction.
The list goes on
and on
and on.
Detailed
page after page
of immorality
hatred
racism
ineptitude
there is no end
to the torment begun
brought forth
left behind.
Your legacy
naught but a single sentence in the annals of history……
A narcissist who destroyed centuries of history in 4 years.
©August 7/19
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Lout of Office

Thought it would be easy
thought it was a game
thought it was an easy con
when in truth
more work must be done
so as to cover
so as none can discover
what a fraud you are.
Speaking in tongues
gibberish
penned quotes
attributed to self
never realizing
(thinking)
anyone would catch you out.
Fingers pointed
voices raised
talk over all others
(bullying)
for when you do
it makes you god
or
rather in your mind
it does.
Deception
trip from lips
curved in smirk
lean back
wave a hand
snap your fingers
maybe a genie will appear
to grant all your wishes.
History has been scoured
looked through
examined
there is no one like you
(hope is:
  there will never be another like you)
your inabilities
your cretinous behaviour
perfect to illustrate
how things should not be done.
Assured you are
a place in history…..
too bad
so sad
all it will show
is what a fool you were
(are)
portraits of the future
will show you in jester’s motley
capering
monkey’s fool
how do you not hear the laughter?
©July 30/19
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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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New Reality

When first upon the scene he did burst
no one could foresee
the evil
the horror
the degradation
he would call down on them.
History.
Time on repeat. 
Children held in crates
families torn asunder
belittled
berated
wanting only to have a better life
to soothe the bruises
broken bones
damaged psyche
born of cruel men.
Flagrant is the disrespect
the vulgarity of honor
underlying rules
broken with no regard
other than
to fill the coffers of the rich
while denying the poor
basic sustenance.
A country
once strong
once seen to be the cornerstone
the foundation upon which
everything else is built…..
falling
descending
to the pits of hell
where the beast waits.
We have done this.
We must take responsibility.
We,
the people…..
must take a stand
proving that bigotry
racism
hatred
are not the norm
but the exception……
Tear away the faded curtain
peer at the silent whore
crystal tears falling
her slow death rattle
filling every corner
every space
no escape
no relief
a new reality.
©June 25/19
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Over Again

Standing at the crossroads
wondering
is this the place?
Follow the left path
turn to the right
walk straight ahead
who really knows?
Cobbled with broken promises
shattered dreams
tears 
etched with acid
into the stones.
History dances
beneath your feet
if only you stop to listen
to feel 
the sensations that flow over you
the ghosts whispering in your ear.
Promises
insinuated
a hint of noise
caressing your skin
seduction of the past
is there really any need to change?
Assailed
screams
hallucinations
realization that going forward
without change
means a repetition
of history
replete with horror
with genocide
with men who think they are king
ruling their own small inner sanctums
their own small fiefdoms.
Once upon a time
if given enough rope
idiots hung themselves
simple solution.
Natural evolution.
Today…..
the crossroads become a hangman’s gaol
innocents die
cretins rule
history continues to replay
over
over
over again
whilst humanity fails.
©June 4/19
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