Best Childhoodspace Poems


These 4 Wallas

These 4 walls


She stares with those big brown eyes
glazing over from the images
of a square fantasy world

Mentally masturbating the oozing 
daydream droplets which swim
upstream along radio waves

This is her escape from a reality hidden
behind locked doors of depravity where
hushed family secrets is her gravity

From his nightly hands crawling over pastel
speckled bed sheets with no restraint creeping
into her bedroom as she cries so faint 

While Momma sails adrift on that sinking ship
 Methamphetamine, she becomes this pedophile’s
 little slave sex fiend

Perhaps calgon can take her away to from these 
Stained four walls closing in on this ill fated girl, 
trapped inside her own American Idol swirl

Her different strokes are the beats of her feet that pass 
by prostitute row towards school parks is the only yellow
brick road of Oz that she knows

So she prays to this electric god to spin her
into a wonder woman who flies thru cloudless skies
in an invisible jet to hide her in disguise

Because here in this space she has no tears for fears
or shouts with whispered pouts because here in this space 
she plays in a little house on the prairie guarded by a digital fairy

But Alice is lost in this mirror less wonderland with no salvation
and hiding behind plastic LCD screens with pixels bouncing
To reality shows illumination decantation 

For Arian

Taking Karen's Blog To the Next Level

Dancing 
It is the body breaking space in shards 
It sounds like rain on glass 
It looks like light with fractured wings 
It feels kissing under the moon 
It makes me feel I am in paradise 

Undreaming space in time, time in space
The heart beating like caged wings
Glass shattering while hope sings inaudibly
I catch the feathers of stars, and laugh
Deliciously wrapped in their delight
This poor Icarus dancing in the sun
Knows clouds are brittle floors of dreams.
Dance is the synthasia of the soul.

Taking Karen's blog to the next level
I find I am still a child
Wanting to hold on to passing time
Wanting to dance forever
In my mothers arms
In the comgfort of her womb
Where there is no sun or moon
But the peace of the waves
Dancing on the shore of my heart.

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