New World

Thought yourself safe you did
hiding in the forest
hiding in the desert
running from me
running to them
reaching for the ends of the earth
hoping I would never find you.
Left behind a trail of woes
of heartache
of betrayal
of disrepair
women
children
men
none are safe from the greed of your game
none are safe from the immorality you parade
redesigning the world
in your own grandiose narcassism
cutting off your nose
to spite your face.
Crawl on your belly 
snake that you are
hoping the grass will cover.
Cower
beg
on your knees
time has come to pay.
You thought you were agile
your thoughts
your words
playing games
mumbling one way
gunning the other
bring the pack together
desiring to do your dirty deeds.
When you don a god like aspect
you shall tumble and fall
destroyed by your own idiocy
your own vileness
making it easier to find.
Sighted down the barrel
taken in silence
standing over
watching the light fade from your eyes.
Walked away
left you there in the streets
a warning to others
narcissistic
psychotic
all will fail
all will fall
there is no place for you
or them
in this new world order.
©July 26/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #45-Untitled Poem

Dressed in black
head to toe
blending with the shadows
moving with stealth
light on the feet
hide quick
here comes the guard!
Shuffle along endless corridors
never finding an end
a door that will open
letting in light
chasing away the nightmare
that this life has become.
Bended knee
all hail the three headed king
who cannot
should not
have a chance to speak.
Someone…..
Anyone…..
cut off their heads.
Hydras are feared
created
should three heads become six
well shit
may as well admit
it is all undone.
Bidden
you do not understand the mission
scout you shall
plan we will…..
Lop off its heads…..
Kill the beast…..
Let real men arise
with answers…..
fix the problems
the red beast derived.
For Freedom.
For Self Respect.
For Truth.
Give unto the people
their power
fear the scourge they shall begin.
©July 23/19
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Queen Lilith

Sitting
legs swinging
devilish grin upon my lips.
Taunting
teasing
peeking over bared shoulder
eyes daring you
warning you
do not come so close.
Glimmer of seduction
blood red lips
shimmy of slender hips.
Come hither.
Come crawling
between my breasts
my legs
feel the heat arising.
Arms around
whispers in your ear
pulling you close my dear.
Mocking laughter begins to swirl
madness resounds.
Echoes in a never ending chasm
free fall
no net to stop your descent.
You will find yourself bound
chained
my slave
my thrall
tears fall from your eyes
drip from your chin.
You are mine
never will you win.
I personify
temptation
desire
seduction.
I am the dream
lingering in your mind
not quite awake
not quite asleep
at your throat
you will feel my teeth.
Not a tale told by religion
to keep all safe.
This is the story of my life.
©July 12/19
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Monster Emerges

Tiny child
tiny fiend
left to play
left to burn.
Did someone give him the matches
or 
did lightening strike when no one was looking?
Angry
aggressive
growing up
dreams of truth
replaced
dreams of misery
gilded in a world of rusted iron
cages erected by naked women
condemned to build their own crypts.
Flagrant exploitation
chained to mores
of 1929
riots in the streets
no longer productive
police state instituted
for the safety of all.
Reality is…..
it is fear.
Fear of what will happen
when society turns
when someone arises
to make things right
or worse?
his voice wraps itself around
charismatic
promising
swearing
no more carnage
no more abuses
time has come to move forward.
Evil comes in many forms.
Cloaked in pleasantries
promises
shiny baubles
to turn eyes.
Sleight of hand
watch close for the mirage
see what he wants
not what he is doing.
Blinded by charisma
desperate for hope
easy to believe a charlatan
better then having to make a choice.
Be responsible.
Make a change.
Give up self worth
so one can claim ignorance.
Beware the viper 
within your hand
for when it strikes
there will be mayhem. 
©June 27/19
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Bloated Morality

Table of gold
inlaid jewels
(greed)
set with ignorance
set with entitlement
set with rampant disregard
for anything that impedes
destroys
tests
the belief held
the superiority felt
enter the conclave.
Come one
come all
insinuate self
introduce sin
into the kingdom of god.
Succulent dreams
temptations
likes of which
never seen
forever shrouded
mist of needs.
Delusions
atop the high horse
(pride)
fall will come
no more hiding
no more denying
tarred
feathered
fall from grace
fall from……
Spread before the altar
tales told
inanities muttered
shouted
performed on roof tops.
(Too little.
Too late.
Broken trust.
Broken faith.)
Silence 
forever quoted.
Lies 
epitome of truth.
Judged nevermore
at the golden gates.
©June 6/19
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Never Again

Awakening
time has ceased to spool
forward
backward
all gone
there is only now.
A now
filled with pain
filled with darkness
filled with sorrow
and rage.
This box I am in
not one of my own making.
Thoughts
ideas
imposed on me by the will of others
nothing I can say.
I am not the sum of everyone
I am not the sum of those people
who are trying to corner me
rip free the freedom
the relief that I have found.
Reverting once more
into that small hurting girl I use to be.
Fear becomes a constant companion
causing me to wonder:
have I reverted in reality
or merely seeing the mirage of truth
that others feel is real?
I know this is false
this is not who I am.
Fuzzy headed
drugged
sedated
try to take the hard won freedom
this life I have built for myself.
I will fight 
I will win
I am never going back there again.
©May 24/19
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No More……

Time
rolls forward
never backward
for if it did
all who regret
who dismay
would want to try to change
the mistakes of their pasts.
Are they truly mistakes?
I don’t know about you
but me
my mistakes
they are what have molded me
what have changed me
what have made me the woman I am…..
Yet I am not only my mistakes.
I am my strength.
I am my dreams.
I am my truth.
My desires.
I am me.
Missing…..
forgotten…..
strength……
truth…..
me…..
A butterfly
erupting from its cocoon
bursting upward
caught within the halestrome
free finally……
Belief is a many faceted thing
when lost
laying broken at ones feet
head hung
tears crying.
No more.
No more loss.
No more grief.
No more……
No more
is my new mantra
positive
freeing
for no more
shall I fall at anyone’s feet
I am my truth
my healing…..
myself.
March 11/19