Soft tears stream down her stricken face,
She sighs and whimpers like a child,
Her heartbroken frame, one can trace,
Soft tears stream down her stricken face,
In sorrow's shadow, sobs take space,
Wet whines and wails, she's weeping wild,
Soft tears stream down her stricken face,
She sighs and whimpers like a child;
Soft tears stream down her stricken face,
Her heartbroken frame, one can trace,
In sorrow's shadow, sobs take space,
She sighs and whimpers like a child,
Wet whines and wails, she's weeping wild,
Despondent, her dreams are defiled.
I’ll create my own reality,
in spite of what you say
A distant voice you fear the most,
the hunter not the prey
You wish for something then hope it’s true,
and wait with fingers crossed
To dump the emptiness upon my soul
—your heart defiled and lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Has your violence
taken you to places
I’ve not been?
Or driven you
to things
I’ve not seen?
Was your soul
mired in conflict
once raised from the dead?
Were your walls
built to fortify
excuses and blame?
Have your choices
been forged by
damnation and fear?
Did love matter at all
when it cried
through the pain?
Could you still hear its voice
on those darkest
of nights?
Are those places you
conquered
in tribute now shamed?
Did your victims
kneel down
their heads bowed in defeat?
Was mercy rejected
your mistress
defiled?
Has your violence
taken you to places
I’ve not been?
Or driven you
to things
I’ve not seen?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The sun kisses my skin.
My morning begins in sin.
Awoken from false desire.
Do not let my soul be defiled.
The hot water soothes my skin.
And I touch myself in sin.
Shaken by raw desire.
Don't let my thoughts be defiled.
The chilly air kisses my skin.
My work day begins in sin.
Not going at all is my desire.
Do not let my livelihood be defiled.
Poisonous affection kisses my skin.
My evening ends in sin.
Heartbroken by doomed desire.
I let my feelings be defiled.
Has your violence
taken you to places
I’ve not been
Or driven you
to things
I’ve not seen
Was your soul
mired in conflict
once raised from the dead
Were your walls
built to fortify
excuses and blame
Have your choices
been forged by
damnation and fear
Did love matter at all
when it cried
through the pain
Could you still hear its voice
on those darkest
of nights
Were those places you
conquered
in tribute now damned
Did your victims
kneel down
their heads bowed in shame
Was mercy rejected
your mistress
defiled
Has your violence
taken you to places
I’ve not been
Or driven you
to things
I’ve not seen
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Cans lie strewn, litter
tossed away, discarded trash.
Dents - defile, deform
the perfect container form.
Wanton abuse uncalled-for.
Beguiled About Child Defiled
We definitely did know that he beguiled,
And had taken advantage of and defiled;
How absurd,
This occurred;
She was minor considered to be a child.
Jim Horn
Roy Moore running for Senator in Alabama
should drop out of race.
I’ll create my own reality,
in spite of what you say
A distant voice you fear the most,
—the hunter not the prey
You wish for something then hope it’s true,
and wait with fingers crossed
To dump your emptiness upon my soul,
—your heart defiled and lost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
On my bed, I lay,
Good old days on my mind
The bad past haunting me
He tip-toed into my bedroom.
My eyes stared at him, emptily
My blood pressure shot up
I wanted to scream for help
But, he put his index finger to his lips,
And urged me to be quiet.
He came closer
Clicked my stone-hard breasts,
I shrieked,
A wave of excitement ran down my spine.
He patted my forehead,
And blessed me beforehand
He ran his filthy hands
allover my thirteen year-old body.
I had agreed to maintain the silence.
So, I urged him on.
My left leg, he pushed northward
My right leg, he pushed southward.
He touched my cave,
And discovered a magic button.
He pressed it, and turned the lights on.
He pressed it and turned the lights off.
He ripped his jeans open
And pulled out his short stabbing spear
His spear forced its way into my cave
I was lowered into immense pain
I cried aloud, and he slapped me
Up and down, he jerked
His back arched
His toes curled
Ah, He gasped at last,
And fell on his right side, satisfied.
My crib was soaked in blood,
I was defiled;
But I wasn't!
I allowed it!
Sharp contrast of totems against the gathering storm clouds
In graveyards of Native Americans, drums beat aloud
Sounds of thundering hooves on stark prairies with tumbleweed
Lightning cracks its whip, illuminating great artistry
Defiled by white men tribes rest in these havens God protects
But as thunderstorms approach, their way of life resurrects
Ghost riders in the sky forever make their presence known
Still trying to reclaim the land that once was theirs alone
And when the storms have passed, crimson clouds mark the end of day
Through the breeze tribal leaders whisper, “We still know the way.”
The peace pipes were passed around with Europeans long dead
But those who proffered peace, watched coldly as families bled
Come, if you dare, to the resting place of courageous souls
For on these stormy nights, these riders are still on patrols
The wrath of nature’s sky is fueled by the fire in their eyes
They bore a nobility that could not be compromised
Written by Diane Locksley on August 18, 2011
She was a Capulet and he a Montague
Yet the moment their eyes locked, such great passion grew
Scaled her balcony, professions of love to croon
Juliet warned, “Swear not by the inconstant moon”
Forced to elope because of a family feud
Hidden love’s revelation they had to elude
When Romeo’s friend Mercutio, Tybalt slew
Romeo killed Tybalt and from their town withdrew
Her father sought to wed Juliet to a Count
The friar gave her a potion, a small amount
Upon finding Juliet seemingly lifeless
Parents placed her in a tomb in funeral dress
The plan went awry and both lovers met their fate
Tragedy born when love did not overcome hate
June 9, 2011
Written for Brian's "Up to Thee Max 14 Lines" contest
Silence has new meaning
When you're sittting idly bye
Watching someone hurt a child
While listening to them cry
You say it doesn't involve you
That's why you hold your tongue
Never trying to protect them once
While they're hurting one so young
You keep making up excuses
But how do you sleep at night?
Knowing that in another room
A child sleeps with the light
Too scared to close their eyes
They're too afraid to sleep
Not knowing if they'll wake tomorrow
Praying, Lord their souls to keep
Silence can be deafening
Especially the screams of a child
How can you look in the mirror
While innocence is being defiled
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