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Given birthright vision far, she rode her Cayuse Summer Star.
Youth stayed long, clearing way to age. Inside her song. Inside her destiny cage.
Peasants and Lords, feared the Queen’s hungry hordes.
Soon did we all, begin to stumble and fall.
Yet as we did wait, the Queen’s song sealed our fate.
Queen was she, it was plain to see.
Unforgiving kindness prevailed, evilness unveiled.
Evermore stood with open door, nailed innocence firm to floor.
Eternity shattered the now, song of the Gypsy Queen vow
Night fell against blackened reality, She has given nowhere to flee.
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
So much obscurity with no sign of light.
Hope begs the question is there help in sight?
Past, present, and future are mangled in time.
Enters the Captain - buckle-up for flight.
Across the universe, passage bought for a dime.
A countdown begins; it’s the end of the line…
Cashing-in what is left of my mind,
Ready to reschedule this mission of mine.
Envy my trip but heed the sign:
The SPACE around his HEART is dark and sublime.
written:02/26/13 for SPACE Contest
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Netherworld eclipsing the land of the living,
Invading the space not owned by the dead;
Grim hues take the land with force unforgiving,
Happily forcing the living to bed.
The living sleep 'til the horizon turns red.
Woven lines patterned like the black widow's silk.
Resting upon the face and the hands.
Insidious, the crow perches on skin once like milk.
Nestled in laugh lines, the years' stark demands.
Kings and Queens reign, then they, too, grow old.
Looking back at all the scavengers stole.
Each wrinkle a regret, the grave dagger's dole.
Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with me…will compose the best speech
With my specs; you will see an intelligent poet
Yet with my hands you will lay an author of the future
Now we are a little far away from the spotlight…
On the road we are pedestrians…of course Christians
Now we weep, now we creep out with terror
Last night I saw the fellow; he was a sad veteran
Weirdly he seemed killed already only that he wasn’t berried
Poor soldier; dead already just a moving corpse waiting for
An open grave…
So much I had wanted to tell him…when I stared at him wobbling
Zonked, I couldn’t help a tear from falling
The war had consumed so much of his good smiles and the blissful memos
When he embraced me…he whispered to my left ear and said;
‘Do you know how to pull a trigger aah!?’
I answered no…you should learn son as he sighed with discomfort
The was ache in his left leg…I loved him much he died the next evening
It’s always like that for me…
I am rehearsing my agony…so hurting
All these thoughts run threw my mind question is do I run or do I hide?
I get tired of doing the right thing , I just wish people would have seen.
You were a sheep in wolf clothing, You had me backed in a corner my weakness you used.
I showed you my fears my mistake, Nothing ever seems as it is I cried my tears and let go.
Yet I hear your voice haunt me in my sleep, Flash backs run all I keep repeating "Leave" "Leave me be".
Feel empowered but you hold no power over me.
As I stand , I stand tall and strong just as I will remain strong as a statue.
Nothing can prosper I've mad it threw hell I've won the war.
You see you hold nothing over my head anymore!
Bathed in darkness thick as cream
Linen-soft shadows fostering dreams
As dark cloudy swaths block out the light
Covering the moon in the midst of the night
Kids cower deeper under their sheets.
Bleak and gloomy is this recurring dream
Long and raven falls my ebony hair
And dark and inky is the surreal unlit sky
Can I find my way out of this murky gloom, and
Keep the mournful, forlorn ghosts away
September 1, 2013
Written for the contest, I love Five!, Andrea Dietrich