#The_gun_shots_in_my_neighborhood
My heart bleeds, as my mind wonders, I wonder if it be not a mother's child at the receiving end, wondering if while I'm busy wondering there be a life that's being lost in the very moment, I wanna go and see, help maybe but what if I become a casualty, my conscience strangles me
The shots becomes consistent, I catch traumatic flashes, how long will this last, how long is long? When there longer be daughters and sisters to call?
My body start to shut, turning numb, the pain dement me, I wanna shout for help, but who must come for me ,when I too chose to be coward for that victim of the gunshots, my bloated silence, is now turning cancerous and contagious, everyone is now prone and at exposed danger, our not acting upon violence, busy ticking our names and calling us one after the other, that is a list of graves we are to fill
The blood to my heart start dropping, dripping in tiny drops, the strength in my body fades, palpitations crawls in, my sight start impairing, think I'm dying, a last shot is shot from my neighborhood, I'm waken from my ignorance death, these are the gun shots in my neighborhood
#Poetic_Ink
Categories:
dement, anxiety, bereavement, community, night,
Form: Free verse
A little diddle time
To write loathsome rhyme
Restarts your sensing fine
Some dig a mine to cipher
Parlayed a broken cause
You stumbled on my clause
Dement recusing paused
Tears on your wishing wiper
Another line you cry?
We breathe a final sigh
An aging lullaby
From diapered to a diaper
Categories:
dement, age, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
. for public domain
Look Real Pretty
(Short song)
We're not here to look real pretty.
We work hard and we get dirty.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
We're up and at 'em 'round four thirty,
chorin' up fences, makin' 'em sturdy.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
When done on the day we sing like the birdies,
chug a few down and we get wordy.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
So if you come around when the week is done,
toss away the shovel and have ya some fun.
Call on Betty Lou and the preacher's son,
shake a tambourine and rap on a drum,
dance around and sing like the world's just begun,
then git on home afore the setting sun.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah!
(inspired after my first hearing of The Way I Should by Iris Dement)
Categories:
dement, fun, simple,
Form: Rhyme
. for public domain and Iris DeMent
Snow Cover
Nobody's home,
and no one's left the church light on,
beside the road
that heads on out of town.
Beyond the trees
I'll lay down on a patch of ground,
and in the night
the snow will cover me.
Come forward Spring.
Please let the flowers grow upon,
beside the road
that heads on out of town.
Beyond the trees
I'll lay below a patch of ground,
and may God's Light
welcome what's left of me.
Categories:
dement, jesus, night, religious, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Become simile as the burning moth
Every solitary second persist to dement her.
Whose morning budy smile is the coolness of my desserted heart
But was never stopped setting me off.
Ocean of hot tears shedding from eyes
But was never stopped prosecuting me.
Remained unknown to bereavement goblet
But never stopped barmaid to imbibing me.
Pen starts shivering with pain while writting!
How could I fix it into script, i think.
Plenty of pains hidden inside the heart !
how could I express if I will.
Though independent but in the fetter of pain
How could I disentangle from love shackles.
Categories:
dement, absence, dedication, friendship, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
To resist the op(press)ion
of the two (dement)sional flatland world of glossy magazines,
I have (ob)seen women
Mutilate their forearms with deep(er) strokes of a razor
So that they may prove with their b(lo)ody
To themselves and their (conf)users
That their image (has depth)
Has depth (their image
Has depth)
Categories:
dement, abuse, anxiety, body, image,
Form: Free verse
What kind a drug are you
So seductive and highly addictive
Just one stroke, one is addicted
Like an addict I can’t do without you
All you do is dement me
All I do is dream and crave for you
Yet can’t seem to refrain from you
You turned nights into white nights
Nothing to ponder ‘bout
Only you
Just once
Categories:
dement, addiction, boyfriend, emotions, girlfriend,
Form: Free verse
Just want to make a committment;
it ain't an argument
but it is to augment
my most valuable agreement
with my Father, Creator of the whole firmament.
It is not a compliment;
but I want to use it to complement
my most intimate sentiment
which I always break, at my own detriment
but now, I seek an eternal settlement.
In any event, Lord, I repent
of any involvement in violating the sacrament;
involving a present status of undefilement
that my unseen foes want to dement.
Lord, this day I write this testament
from the bottom of my heartm I relent;
never will I fall back into the dregs of bewitchment
but will press on; with this, I seek Your Consent
which is all I need that will my eternity with You cement.
Categories:
dement, dedication, devotion, inspirational, sorry
Form: Rhyme