Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.

 

 

 

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History Repeats

Pails of gold

filled with

silver of the sheep

counted with

fingers tinted green

with greed

with madness.

Voices raised

passion made

‘hear me and obey’

struggling out

from heavy hand

roaring with rage.

Emphatically

denounce the tyrants

fists raised

statements made

never to be blind again.

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

 

 

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

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

Afraid

I am afraid.
Afraid that time will forget
nay that people will forget
the history of our world.
They will cease to be concerned
about the bloodshed
the rapes
the murders.
Instead they will applaud the decimation
of cultures
of peoples
of lives
not like their own.
I am afraid.
Afraid that by the time my child grows
there will be no ozone
there will be no polar bears
no water falling from the sky.
I am afraid.
Afraid that the world will be overtaken
by egomaniacs
by thugs in suits
by the brainless insensitive ones.
I do not want to be afraid.
I want to stand up
not only for myself as a woman
but for the men and women
the children
that have been made less
by the powers that be.
We have forgotten 
that we….
the people are the ones with power
not those in the sandbox.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 23/18

Quote Day 2

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I would like to thank Kranti over at Sparklingthoughts for nominating me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. Please head over and check out her blog.

I was scrolling through FB this morning looking for a quote that resonated with me. I am not one of those people who has a ton that speak to her. Every so often though one jumps out and screams ‘Jay I am over here! Right here under your nose and I will mean something if only you look a little closer.’ Just as this one did.

I have/had a real problem with allowing others to influence my life. What I thought and felt about myself. I need/needed to be reassured that I was liked, valued, wanted and good at what I do/did. I imagine that it is a confidence thing. One I am trying to correct. Allowing them to steal not only my fire but my passion as well. Hence the problem with hiding away behind pills and alcohol. (This is not an issue now, I have learned how to stand so firm and that voice in my head has pretty much faded to black.)

I need this to remind me that I am my own power. The only way that I can let anyone steal my fire, my passion is if I allow them to. So I have saved this to my phone so when I begin to feel taken apart, I can look at it and remind myself that no one can take from me anything that I do not want them to.