Fall is breathing its dying breaths
and a chill settles deeper into the air.
The first flakes of snow have dusted the ground
leaving the world glimmering,
starlight reflecting off each crystal
and casting a beautifully eerie glow.
Nighttime silence is unbroken
save for the sound of my surreptitious breaths,
which cloud in front of me as they’re slowly released.
I can sense God here.
An all-encompassing presence that fills the emptiness with calm
despite the uncertain shadows lining the ground.
For a moment, just a moment,
(I refuse to allow myself longer),
I am not alone,
and I take comfort in His grace
until I’m greeted inside by the laughter of my family
and the warm glow of the fireplace.
This I can be certain is real,
this tangible, palpable love.
This is what I’ll live with my heart set on.
Where I land in the end is known only
to the holy adjudicator.
But as my mother’s love is enduring and unconditional
(unlike His, daily damning innocents and the joyously enamored),
I choose to establish my acts within such power
rather than living by divine ideal.
the ticking is unbearable
tick tock
the time is flying faster than a plane
my heart racing at the speed of light
every minute it’s like a knife
tick tock
that’s getting bigger and sharper by the minute
but instead of my own blood
tick tock
it’s yours
it’s yours being splattered on my hands
my brain being handcuffed
tick tock
as the ruthless adjudicator
takes you away from me
takes you to who knows where
tick tock
and the worst part about your terrible fate
is that your ready
you’re so ready
tick tock
each second your closer and closer
your heart is racing with excitement
you’ll finally be free
tick tock
and i’m so selfish
i’m keeping you imprisoned
but when the dark hour hits the clock
tick tock
i’ll replace you in your cage
and it’s just me mourning
and slowly whispering
“tick tock”
as the knife stabs
until someone else takes my place
You’re within me
Talking, stalking
In the guise of a false memory
Arbiter of what is and is not
A cloaked and shadowed form
Whom I had hoped to forget
Feebly I had prayed that I could live in peace
But your ghostly spectre is haunting
Taunting with no surcease
Virulently cawing ‘why?’
and ‘how could this be?’
I can’t answer
And then - again - I see you die
die, inside of me
Like a fire lit too soon
In an inhospitable domain
Fate, it seems, had already declared your doom.
Fate.
As though I were vindicated of agency
As though I were not driven by others’ fear and hate
Fear.
Of what could be
Of the relief if you were to just disappear
Alone.
I, the adjudicator
Fear to leave my home
False dawn
For home offers no such sanctuary from your
Memory I so privately mourn
Virulently cawing ‘why?’
and ‘how could this be’
You can’t answer
I can’t answer
And then -again - I see you die,
Die, inside of me.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Animals gathered in the forest
for annual singing competition
at the table was the old big toad
presiding as adjudicator guest
weaver bird sang so well that day
monkey sang so well, playing fiddle
snake hissed and danced zigzag
frog croaked , jumped all over
all other animals did their best
surprise in final result it was
frog with rough voice was best
animals rioted and threw mad
but guest adjudicator told them;
“I did my best to get best singer
frog beat everybody in the hall
even if he was poor, remember
blood is thicker than water”!
Head on swivel...
Circumference free...
...take in all mannerism...
In silence all word...
In silence all gesture...
...All actions flee...
...The adjudicator within...
...Principle of mind dilate...
... Conformity of the masses...
...Stands in great debate...
...Principle of mind dilate...
...Caution in the wind...
...breeze tapped out message...
...Conformity of the masses...
...Stands in great debate...
...The adjudicator within...
...Caution in the wind...
...Head on swivel...
Circumference free...
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
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