No Father of Mine

It is hard.
For those who do not understand
Father’s day
is not always fun and games
there are those who do not want
do not need
to have fathers shoved in their face.
There was no caring father
not a one in my life
he was duplicitous
alcohol his drug of choice.
Abusive
liar
set me on a path of destruction
killing myself
my heart
my truth
me.
Time came
retribution was mine to take
draw you in
tempt you with your choice
I am waiting behind the door
you will pay
for the pain I finally accept.
Daddy dear
I loved you once.
Daddy dear…..
I hate you
poison you
stab you
excise you from my memories.
Were you not dead
daddy dear
I would be sitting in jail
murder on the plate
thankful
the demons got to spend.
©June 16/19
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Retribution

The first to disappear:
blonde
blue eyes
dimpled cheeks
all star college boy.
The second to disappear:
chestnut hair
hazel eyes
sneering lips
spoiled frat boy.
The third to disappear:
black hair
fake green eyes
thrilling voice
entitled rock star.
No one knew what to think.
No one knew what was the link.
Clues
hints
tantalizing signs
pieces of the puzzle
left behind.
Leaflets blanket the city
announcing a new 
exciting
wonderful 
exhibition 
people began to speak
to gossip
to speculate 
as to what the show would be.
As a gimmick went
this artist was brilliant
for everyone flocked to the door 
awaiting the designated hour.
The gate rose
allowing entry to a darkened room
vast 
echoing
lights aimed to highlight the works of art.
Cage 1:
Rapist.
Rapist without a penis.
Cage 2:
Abuser.
Abuser without fists.
Cage 3:
Murderer.
Murderer without tongue.
Explanations were found
beneath each cage
as to the crime(s) committed.
Life far fled
victims became heroes
the artist 
never found.
Retribution will find the evil ones.
 
Feb. 3/19
Photo by Samule Sun on Unsplash

Retribution

Slay them with those killer eyes
Burning bright
Revenge
Desire
Need.
Blood red lips
Carmine nails
Toes tipped with scarlet.
Hips swaying
Strutting down the street
All men stare
Licking their lips
Wondering if they should dare?
Evil stalks the night tonight
Dancing and finding its way
Stiletto heels
Rat-a-tat-tat
Hard on broken concrete
Splintered dreams
Glass crunching beneath her feet.
Hard up against the wall
A hand gropes up her skirt
Dismissive 
She turns her head
Refusing to give
Even a smidgen of power
Allowing no fear 
To mar her beautiful face.
When they are done
She takes out her gun
Blowing them all away.
A heroine 
A blackness 
A fear
Retribution has come.
 
December 25/18
Photo by Sofia Sforza on Unsplash
 

Revenge

Spewing forth
anger
lava erupting from the pit
while I rage
desire
plague
those who have hurt me.
Fuck you.
Fuck those who thought…..
let me walk on you
let me abuse you
let me disbelieve you
what rights do you have?
What ability to believe?
To shore
shunt
ignore
those voices calling forth
well I carry machete in hand.
Hmmmm….
heads will roll
throats shall be slit
you cannot atone.
Listen
here is my story to tell.
I am sorry.
I am fearful.
I am your bloody revenge.
Oct. 2/18

Dance Master

Brutally twisted
demented
dark
broken
standing upon the precipice
ready to dive
fly
soar
through the gates of hell.
No longer an innocent child
no longer able to fan the flames
I conceive
realize
see
what must be done.
Stalking through shaded halls
cat o’nine in hand
salacious smile on carmine lips
many are the games
a woman like me can devise
play
win
I am always on top.
The Devil and me
an alliance was made
he to study the blackness
the hatred
the vicious nature in my blood
and me?
I have a labratory of broken men
all who dance to my tune
with shrill screams
as I take out my pain.
Sept. 27/18

Little Brown Hen

Looking at her
you would never foresee
the secret life that she leads.
How when darkness falls
she slides through the shadows
a nightmare
caught in the corner of your eye.
Pray that you have not sinned
pray that if you have
it is a small one
that can be overlooked
forgiven
unpunished.
Larger sins
vices that harm
those will be the ones that she notices
that must be fixed.
Howled fear
repentance
finally acceptance
until silence does reign.
The last thought in your mind
how nondescript she looks
how nonthreatening
until her knife rips you apart.
Aug. 20/18
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