You promised me the days we sung and cooked and danced, painting each others nails would come back someday
You promised me, so i sat restless, watching the pass of everyday, pass me by, memories souring as the clock ran
Harmless illusions wipe away as i realize what i had been surrounded by, with each spent sunday i realised i was lucky when you ran away
Harmful children come from hazardus playgrounds,i was raised to bring pain, i know a million ways that i can
You promised, something so insignificant, you are someone who should never have been given a second thought, so why do i feel this way
You promised something so small, years later something that didn’t matter yet my mind still paints you a con-man
Harmless was never really a word i’d have thought to use for you unless in a singular action like today
Harmful even when you don’t realise i guess your the same in one way, you were a liar before our relationship began
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
Obscenity in action, with trusted land managment out of
Action..The la la la landers.' With blisterless hands.' Set
Overgrowth conditions.' It could not be worse if planned.'
After bushfires have raveged.' They decide 'to kill' at least
Seven hundred Koalas..It gives me the chills.' Riding in
Helicopters.' Clinical and cold.' The result of a green plan
That is now overly bold.' Things must change.' And for the
Better.' Get local farmers involved their 'lore not of the letter' yet drawn from the love of that place where i have
Walked.' From generational learning.' Listen as we aught.'
Yet there is focus on new buildings and unesco rules..
These Koalas now the sacrifice.' For no doubt 'convid era
Initiatve leading fools.!!
There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself,
But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves,
The sky was dark over there,
All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair.
But my tired feet still forced me ,
The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully being free,
The trees nearby shook its leaves and turned gray and dried,
And I felt like being on a pan to get fried.
I could hear a lady's weep,
And could also see a blood-covered sheep,
Must be a sheep for sacrifice,
All I knew was my palms were getting colder than a cube of ice!
Suddenly my breath too stopped,
But I was still alive,
And felt I did not need to breathe anymore,
And also that the whole world was a cruel battledore!
- THE STRANGE ROCKY HILL WHICH WAS TOO SCARY TO SIT AND TAKE REST FOR SOMETIME, AFTER A LONG AND TIRING WALK IN A DENSE-FOREST!!!
It started from children living in disharmony.
Parents living with fear and urgency.
Their siblings leave them behind to seek their own legacy.
The siblings that were their only friends leaving them helplessly.
And as their siblings are driven to pursue-
There is a new need for people like me- years of helplessness to undo.
Giles owned his farm
He did not do anyone harm.
Until a fierce hurricane,
And thunderous rain,
Gave Farmer Giles cause for alarm.
>center>NO HARMFUL WILDLIFE
A spell in the country would do you good,
Said Doctor Rogers MB sternly,
Wagging a finger to emphasise the point.
Get away from the diesel fumes
And millions spreading germs.
Trust me, I’m a doctor.
I trusted him, poor fool,
Packed a bag and booked on-line
At a farmhouse advertising,
“Peaceful weekend breaks”
On Saturday, with sturdy boots and a picnic
And my guide to flora a fauna,
(No harmful wildlife in the area)
I roamed the tranquil countryside.
In the midst of a field of sweet clover,
A bee, taking exception to my sturdy boots,
Deposited its sting.
First aid kit devoid of anti-histamine.
I sat on a hillock to partake of lunch.
The ants in the hill were red ones
No harmful wildlife in the area?
Tell that to the bull in the next field.
Who also took exception
And to the rabbits whose burrow I tripped in
While trying to escape.
Tell it to the mosquitoes,
Who seemed to like me.
On Sunday I limped home a day early.
Thank you Doctor Rogers MB.
I’ll take my chance with coronavirus
20th March 2020
Wild Country contest
Sponsor - Julia Ward
They get out of cars and adjust their clothes.
Some wearing a yard or two of makeup.
Others in pajamas or jogging suits.
It is Saturday morning
The mall has just opened.
I sit in the parking lot watching.
Knowing what danger they would be in
If I was a killer
That unassuming sweet little old lady?
Sure I went to see what she wanted.
How harmful could she be?
I gnash my teeth, smelling their blood.
They walk past in their pajamas,
Not realizing my dog nose can smell their toothpaste.
During my sleep no sound is powerful enough
to awaken me from the realm of harmful realism.
Hours roll and not being aware of a temporary death,
every past life's event I relive with bitterness and regret.
I flint as an airplane piercing misty and thick clouds,
not wanting to be trapped in any hypnotic state.
People who harmed me suddenly come into view,
some are dead and still haunt me with their laugh.
I sweat as grass on a humid day, I terribly shake and fall out
of the bed...realizing I've left the realm of harmful realism.
Damaged by just your harmful touch
I lie in pain and anguish from you
I want you to see the hurt felt
That which is caused by you, only you
You’re surely not allowed with me
Never, not ever, not anymore
Russell Sivey