“Domestic violence often follows a cycle that includes tension building, an incident of abuse, reconciliation, and a calm phase before the cycle repeats. This pattern can escalate over time, with the frequency and severity of abuse increasing.”
Mayo Clinic. Wikipedia
You are beautiful even when black and blue
You are the victims and survivors of violence
You are men and women hiding a bruise
Pretending makeup or shades is just styling
You walk sandy soft for there’s a big stick
Or a belt or a fist or and words that hurt
You are afraid to leave maybe you have kids
Amethyst heart the pattern starts it’s absurd
Patterns first you are being green gaslit
Always a scream blaming you for it all
Next is the scene you wish to skip
Throwing things or maybe you against the wall
You are not to blame for the pain
Carefully you must exit but it’s hard
Perhaps it’s the way he/she calls your name
You know that the apology is to start
Spread your wings battered butterfly
God created you to persevere in life
Make a plan to escape and fly high
Happiness will follow in due time
Those tornadoes hanging in the air,
tomorrow’s forecast is bedazzled.
Suppose a path begins to unfold,
shadows fading take away frazzled.
Decked out and all covered in baubles,
expect fair winds and a new blessing.
Checked the daily report and its fine,
perfect to de-escalate stressing.
Mary found a dinosaur egg
in her closet
The stork was the latest victim
Of rye bread and corned beef we speak
dancing in the everglades
A pale moon worshiped the morning sky
Trauma aboard the toy boat in the bathtub
incestuous conversation in the lobby
Golden pianos warm up the soup
Flying ninjas escalate the fight over
landfill’s gold reserves
Barf is, too, a clinical term
Jasmine Crockett, not Davy
Larry Bird, not Admiral
Eisenhower, Stevenson and Kennedy
Three Flyways
Computers yield to the abacus
tummy ache, all better
Suburban lawnmowers on the prowl, daddy
u.s. consumers
my life is full of different complications
I dealt with them but problems now emerge
I solved them all but they created situations
bills began to escalate I had to borrow funds
friends were asked but they just turned me down
I sold my working tools as well as all my guns
now my bills are paid and I became debt free
then the bank offered me a credit card
I bought various item lifetime guarantee
after a month my credit card came due
my bank said not to worry just pay the minimum
and now my bill included 25% added fee who knew
Guess I have work two jobs just to stay afloat
I've different shades of displeasure.
These are my colours when least impressed.
I glow when I'm fuming.
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They conspire to trigger my ideas best.
Blissful assurance as the gold orb surmise.
Through form and structure they deliver my taste
and await to see how time might surprise.
Sweet is the symphony that promises bring
Life in time forces pleasure and pain to ring .
Heavenly rains set concrete glass panes to tune
Of an unknown past, in Memory’s plume.
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Withering with time it dries---fragments of dying passion.
Tears froth falsehood, shattered trust reflect ugly burns.
Love grows cold, and anger spikes shades in fashion
Spirit suffers promises in earthern urns!
What fever can escalate the throbbing pain?
What ecstasy colour gratitude’s disdain?
Seething wrath flooding Serenity’s chest
Drugged hopelessness is then set to rest.
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I take this time to meditate,
Your kindness I appreciate,
Your love arrived, not too late,
Lamplight's on, open that gate,
Souls transcend, don't hesitate,
Admire your wooing, can wait,
Golden glow we escalate,
Breathless afterglow, our state,
Until we fade, spirits to abate....
I cannot see the essence of thee,
Yet in thy deepest mystery lies reality.
Not with my eyes but with my heart I see,
Truth is inside of me.
The chaos of this illusionary life is blinding,
Yet still unwinding.
Within my inner solitude, I could be finding,
My authentic self is revealing, reminding.
All peace is in wholeness and unity,
Not in living as the illusionary me.
I need to change what others see,
Let my spirit truly be.
A spiritual observer in a physical state,
With unlimited powers to create.
To reveal your true self is Truth’s mandate,
Allowing harmony to escalate.
Just telling others what they want to be told,
It’s not your giving, they’re just being consoled.
Speak the truth, speak up, be bold.
Or the fate of our world will be darkness and cold.
I whisper like the burbles of the stream.
Though, in my interiors, there's a scream.
I have composed my song. Shouldn't I sing?
Between nodules of clouds of doubts I swing.
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate.
Love and warmth, like lake ripples, escalate.
Arduous desires break like waves of seas.
Could my peaceless soul ever feel at ease?
You're the soulful singer. You are the song.
I'm a song too. But do we flow along?
There's, between us, a common logarithm.
Should we not unite with nature's rhythm?
There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
I had a vision,a waking dream.I drove someone,a female to a beautiful secluded spot in nature.It may have been the trail of tears state park.We sat in the car and talked for a while till I asked her would she like for me to take a stroll allowing her some privacy for the storm that was brewing.She said no ,she wanted my presence .Almost inaudibly a sound began as if from the soles of her feet building in volume and intensity .As each resistant cell released what it had long held the volume continued to escalate as it sought a point of egress.Arriving at her wild eyed contorted face she looked at me questiongly.I responded with a look of calm reassurance that she would endure this . it ripped its way up her throat pulling her head back with the force of the long contained explosion of pain releasing a scream that both frightened and awed . A ferral non human wale of a banshee that made the hair stand stiffly at the nape of my neck .
Then she collapsed into an outpouring ,no flood gate
Could have contained removing the last vestiges of the unbearable weight she had exhaustively carried.And then she was well.
“Cease-fire now!”
“Do not escalate!” …
~ Feed the Beast
Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.
You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.
Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.
Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.
In naive minds where paranoid whispers spread,
superstitions escalate through ancient lies.
An omen of fear that fills a heart with dread.
Be it the number thirteen or black cat's eyes.
Although sometimes things in life really 'suck,'
shattering a mirror is simply bad luck.
The voice of reason will provide you relief.
Common sense prevails when faith is your belief.
Some people love to speculate
And conversate about everything
Whatever they perceive it to be
Or believe it to be an F & A
C & a T in essence they investigate
The things that they see
Like leave it to me
I'm connecting things
To escalate the escapade
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