Untitled Poem #7

Talk talk talk
circle around the truth
stories told
embellished
lies believed 
until they become a part of history.
 
Since time in memoriam
men have written
rewritten
retold
tales
changing them to make their wrongs
their ills
their evils
appear to be sane
intelligent
judicious.
Steamroll over anyone
who disagrees
argues
disputes the facts
nay
of men
who believe they are
saving a world
they themselves have destroyed.
Earth trembles
lave explodes
mountains fall at their feet.
Oceans are polluted
spreading disease
eradicating species
while searching for the almighty dollar.
A time will come
people will rise
overturn
rescind
the privileges given
to these obsolete dinosaurs
spouting
greed
industrilization
money money money.
As heathens of times passed
burned at the stake
heretics
who demanded more
better
services from those who were in charge
so too shall great men fall
while the world laughs at their fate.
November 17/18
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Brazen Beauty

A million dresses
thousands of shoes
lost in a revelry of pride
floating along
paid by the hour
ever man her sign.
A beauty of yesteryear
lost in the illusion
grand
elegant
graceful
dancing with each who asks
pleasure alive on her face.
As a child she had been taunted
belittled
scorned
for the way that she looked.
Kids can be cruel
words can cut so deep
scars left
that no one can see
but are still felt.
brazen beauty
gliding amongst the throng
her place firmly set
by the generous curves
of her body
the sharp intelligence of her mind
and crooked wit to sting them all.
Oct. 7/18
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Recompense

Prancing.
Dancing.
Tumble out of the way
here comes the court clown
dressed in a gown
ready to play.
Fat.
Rich.
Bloated they sit
staring
wondering
puzzled
at what he may say.
‘Hear ye
hear ye
Gentleman
Lads
Ladies
all shall we include
I have an announcement to make.’
Heads begin to turn
eyes narrowed in fear
his whiplash tongue
had been known to
destroy
raze
devastate
men stronger in power
men stronger in riches
men stronger in their supreme courts
than he will ever be.
‘Time has come to make recompense
for all the evil you have done.
Eradicating
denying
eliminating
laws that discredit you
ideas you do not like
whole groups of people
censored
when they speak the truth.’
With all eyes upon
he turned
walking away
leaving mouths agape
hearts racing
brains churning
at what he meant.
What he left them with
was a fear so great
nothing more needed to be done.
What scenarios they imagined
would be far worse than he could do.
Oct.3/18
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High Rent Girl

You be thinking….
thinking
you a high rent girl
waiting for a sugar daddy
or just a daddy
to pay your bills.
You spend your time
your money
on looking ferocious
ignoring those who need care…..
because to dance a dance
to catch a mate
or rather a protector
bill payer
just another man to milk.
You strut
saunter
think that you look hot
but darlin’ please
you look like a silly twat.
Be thinking you a high rent girl
that any man would be lucky to have you.
Honey hate to burst that bubble
you ain’t no high rent girl
only a low rent bitch.
Sept. 28/18
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Morality Gone

You stood there

decrying it all

anti-violence

anti-bullying

anti-sexual assaults

anti-war

anti anything that would get your name in the paper.

Reality is

when we looked behind the curtain

drew it back on your sins

we found you were not quite true.

Bullier

of men

of women

of children……

Rapist

of land

of women

values…..

Abuser

of position

of power

of women….

War Monger

stirring the pot

whispers of rumors in one ear

money in the hands of another….

With eyes wide open

all finally see

the truth of this matter

as we weep……

You are

anti-peace

anti-safety

anti-women

anti- everything that is moral and right.

https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/thomas_jefferson_164184?src=t_morality

Darwin

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***I wrote this back in April and than put it away after sharing with K & DD. Decided to dust it off and put it here for you to read.***

I lay chained to the bed, hungry, thirsty,

This room is disgusting. The bed I was laying on had not seen clean sheets in about a hundred years. Dust bunnies rolled around the floor with the slightest breeze. I had been left to stew in my own juices. Literally. I had not been allowed to go to the bathroom. The first time that I wet myself, I was humiliated. I had tried to hold it for as long as I could. But the pressure had become too much and I peed.

I heard the door open and turned my head as far as the collar allowed me to. My hair was greasy, lank and fell across my face. It took him ten steps to cross the room from the door. I know because I have counted those steps time and time again. He sat on the edge of the bed causing it to dip. And sighed.

“Shaene why must you defy me? This would be so much easier if you would listen to me. I would put you out of your misery. Rather than you laying here, degraded, less than an animal.”

I was not the hot house flower he took me to be. I knew that if I spoke to him, if I begged him or pleaded with him to let me go, the torture would begin. When I had first awoken, groggy and head throbbing from the drug Darwin had used to sedate me, I had screamed myself hoarse. Darwin had stood over top of me, eyes gleaming as he had drawn the knife across my breast.

The cut had burned like it was on fire. Later I would learn that he coated his blade with kerosene to make it more painful. But that was later. I screamed as lightning flared in my breast bucking on the bed, trying to get away. When the drug cleared my system I realized it was futile. I was chained and collared.

I  quickly learned that Darwin needed  to hear me scream, to hear me beg. When I did not it  dampened his desire to kill. If I did not respond to his slashes and pinches and pricks he would become frustrated. I went away during those times, hiding in the deep recesses of my mind. I am very very good at that.

“Shaene what would make you succumb to me? What is going to make you give me the pleasure that I need?”

Darwin was a handsome man. 6’3” tall. Shaggy blonde hair. Piercing blue eyes that sucked you in. Made you lose yourself in them. His voice was a warm southern drawl that I had melted to when I listened to him speak. Now though it was not so melty making, more like I was getting really annoyed.

“When are you going to feed me? I am getting a little hungry here.” my voice was cold, flat.

“When are you going to beg me to release you?” I heard the frustration in his voice.

“I am not. Do you still have my cell phone?”

“Yes, it is useless though, I turned it off before we got here. No one is going to ride to your rescue.”

“I am not expecting anyone to. I just thought that maybe you could order me dinner from one of my favorite restaurants.”

My head rocked from the force of his blow. I bit my lip, blood flooding my mouth, The collar rubbed against the abrasion that was forming. I bit my lip harder, drawing the blood into my mouth and swallowing it. I breathed once, twice and a third time to still my wildly beating heart.

“I brought you water. No food, water only.”

“You aren’t so sexy any more Darwin, now that I can see the monster behind the mask.”

“Most of my girls have not lasted this long. And Shaene you will break. I will have you screaming and begging for release.”

He held the straw to my lips, and I sucked in as many sips as I could before he stood to walk away. I knew that he stood in the doorway, staring at my body. His desire arose from the designs he wanted to draw on me. With a knife. Dipped in kerosene.

I have been here for three days. Laying in my filth. Smelling my unwashed body and urine. Stale, and greasy with fear. I swallowed it when Darwin was around because it would send him spiraling, Reality was, even though I went away when he began to ply his little tricks, I knew that soon I would give out. And when I did, I would be dead. After he played his games with me.

The windows were covered with plywood. No nosy neighbors who would accidentally look in and see me. I had tried to pull my wrists free from the shackles that held them, to no avail. I could do nothing but lay there. Waiting. And waiting some more.

I could see the room begin to shift shades. From black to a slightly less dark shade of black. Morning was dawning which meant that this was day 4 of captivity for me. I was getting just a little annoyed when I heard the keys scrape into the lock.

The door flew open and I heard a gasp.

“Shaene?”

“Where the hell have you been? Seriously?”

The fetters were released and I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The room spun dizzily and Matti put her arm around me. She recoiled slightly from the smell of me but as my best friend, she kept her body close to mine in reassurance.

“Where is he?”

“Laid out in the living room. I zapped him with the cattle prod. Twice that should keep him down for a bit. Or at least until we get him in the car. Than the shot.”

“Awesome. Where the hell are my clothes? And is there a working shower in this pit?”

Fifteen minutes later Matti and me were in the car. I was freshly showered shoveling the donuts she had brought me into my mouth. The smell of coffee brought tears to my eyes and I swiftly drank some down. Darwin made a little noise and Matti jabbed him with the sedative. It had taken both of us to maneuver him into the wheelchair and over the ragged grass. Both of us thankful for those classes we had taken at the gym.

*********************************************************************************When Darwin opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was my face. His arms were pulled tight above his head. His legs spread wide and shackled with chains. I was much nicer than he had been, I did not collar him. At least not yet.

As he groggily came to, his eyes widened in surprise and he stared at me dumbfounded.

“Hello Darwin, now it is time for us to play.”

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
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