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Depression made me so blue
Ocean blue I'm free falling in the depth of despair
Royal paint inherited from the King of Kings but I always forget my crown
Nighttime shade shadows my mind from the fire of your lamp
Black and blue bruises from the regrets I get neglecting your red letters
Teal hospital colors can never heal the way your hands paint
Your spirit gives me direction, but I'll still say I'm no artist
The Creator says you're better than that, as the art is something the eyes forever cherish
Still, I ignore the GPS as if I didn't ask for help
God's plan sees a forest of flowers where I see the wilting rose
So, stop leaning own what you understand
And learn to walk on the waters of the unknown
There is where a new color will emerge
The color pours gold into broken cracks
Baby blue skies are planned for my future
I now see your hand reaching out for me in the treacherous waves
I will fear not for you have commanded me to be strong and courageous
For thou art with me wherever I go
p.s. baby blue heals deeper than any cross I bear...
It’s not my fault, how could I know
That wanting to be just me was not the way to go?
Just can’t believe that’s why they kicked me out
Too many rules and regulations in this house!
Sixteen years and still they can’t accept who I really am
School wasn’t easy, either – too many bullies in the ‘hood
Choosing to pass on recess time to finish my essay
Was too much for the others, they called me names
Said I wasn’t normal coz who wants to stay in class and write
When they could be out there playing ball or having a fight?
Man, it’s getting more than I can take!
No place warm to sleep and I don’t wanna stay awake.
Kicked out with no place I can go
I thought that I could hack it tho’
But man, it ain’t easy being different in this place
Ain’t easy always being told that I’m a damned disgrace.
The neighbours think I’m still at home
They don’t know I got kicked out
And now I’m all alone
When they find out, I’d like to see their faces
Kicked out for wanting to be just who I am
Do they see my bruises; do they even give a damn?
Grow up, drop out, come out - kicked out!
Natural progression for a kid like me
But I thought Mom at least would see
Dad’s a different story – grow up, be a man
He’d say. Don’t stand like that, don’t walk that way
Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
But they don’t know the way I feel inside
Can’t help these thoughts they say I need to hide
How can a kid pretend it’s cool to be this way?
How can a black kid say he’s white or admit to being gay?
This was mine to hold
now it rests within your hands
take it where you choose
I release the reins to you
yet my fingerprints remain.
I leave you the key
hanging from an iron chain
let your will decide
which way and when to turn it
you know which way I would go.
I have said enough
old advice has stained the page
my will has faltered
I can't unring the bronze bell
nor choose which echoes to wake.
The secret has flown
once my tongue unlatched its cage
two shadows now fall
one behind the mouth that spoke
one before the ear that heard.
Freedom bruises hands
when offered in heavy chains
gift-wrapped as free will
demanding they themselves choose
what each cannot bare to lose.
I pass the ember
hand to hand in stark silence
none can keep the flame
alight abandoned in shame
when both wills are disowned.
I built a temple for you
out of hours I could not afford.
Every prayer
was the shape of your name,
every offering
the sacrifice of my sleep, my breath, my will.
Devotion, I learned,
is a double-edged worship.
It is holy, yes-
but it is also hunger.
And hunger, when unanswered,
becomes desperation.
I waited at the altar
long after the candles died,
knees aching,
heart splintering.
Your silence grew taller than cathedrals,
yet I still bent my head to it
as if silence were proof
you were listening.
What kind of faith is this,
to kneel before someone
who does not even notice
the blood at my feet?
To believe in salvation
from hands that never reach back?
Still, I remained.
Because love, in its rawest form,
is not gentle.
It is a tether that bruises the skin,
a chain dressed as devotion,
a prayer whispered into nothing
with the desperate hope
that nothing will answer.
Here's the scary story bout
A daring boy named Seth
Riding his two wheel bicycle
He scared his Mom to death
Wore the necessary helmet
But didn't follow rules
Doing silly tricks and stuff
And acting like a fool!
One time not too long ago
On a sticky summer day
Showing off for friends of his
And much to their dismay
His bike went flying off the curb
And rolled into the street
Into the path of speeding vehicle
The car and bike did meet
Fortunately the boy named Seth
Jumped off before it hit
The bike ended up a pile of junk
The car bumper badly split
Seth had scrapes and bruises
On his unprotected body
He sure was mighty thankful
Cause he was being naughty
Now you know there'll be a moral
With most of these there's one
When riding your bike near traffic
It's alright to have some fun
But pay attention to safety rules
Never mind those tricky feats
You'll live a long and happy life
Not splattered all over the street!
© Jack Ellison 2013
One for the kiddies!
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morning light slants gold
through venetian blinds, slow as honey.
summer stretches its limbs,
yawns across the porch swing,
and time dissolves like sugar in iced tea.
hubby’s hand in mine—dry warmth,
the rustle of leaves underfoot,
a conspiracy of squirrels.
the woods don’t care about our plans,
and that’s the gift~
nowhere to be but here,
no clock but the sun filtering down.
December arrives wrapped in laughter,
a tangle of mismatched chairs,
too many forks, not enough plates.
someone always burns the rolls.
the carols rise anyway~
off-key, overlapping,
a chaos of joy sharp as pine needles.
blank pages are kinder
than mirrors.
They never judge~
only wait.
My pen bleeds
stories, coffee stains, and
ink smudges like bruises
I’m proud to carry.
the wind howls its complaints,
rattles the windowpanes.
I let it.
the mug warms my palms,
steam curling into the air
like a ghost of comfort.
The cocoa is too sweet.
I drink it anyway.
their bruises go
spent the whole day without using the
spent nearly a full day using the
Tried only talking in song titles
created silent phonetics
bet my eyes to stay shut
cant see them doing it
turned alight switch nearly off
or was it on
What does blue sound like
type the word as many times as you can
until your
try to design a seat if all my joints were inverted
how come there isn't a peace event in the Olympics- shooting boxing
humanity how you make me chuckle
Sometimes could watch that oil slick waterfall you created consume you all
if if it wasn't for kindness i would kill you all
what does the world look like for Taz
what flavour Pikachu
Pickled Rickily
Happy birthday Surprise
this is your you birthday party
stretch the freee with the ease of an e
for always got got
one just gone
woke up this morning with a new leash on life
thinking the world's a giant pizza and i haven't had my slice
ive taken the bumps and bruises up and down the road
ive beaten the odds ive carried the load
but seems at the end of every road i hit a fork
after a hard days work somehow i still come up short
but change is in the making for my clouds has silver linings
my blessing are coming it just take the right timing
so i continue to smile daily while bearing so much weight
and through all the distance chatter i keep my faith
go on and laugh at my pennies while you stack your gold
for i have been promise my riches ten times fold.....................
(not to late it just take faith)
You would say you are no monster,
but you would let anger take over faster.
When it came to slapping you became the master.
Even though you took to an oath to never beat her,
but in her room, she was always there,
crying and wishing you were never near.
Your vows, totally the opposite of what you would do
All your promises, down the drain, they were never true.
She wanted to leave but was very much afraid of you.
She sat metabolised, there, in the rain.
Glistening, hoping it would wash away her pain.
The bruises, the scars, all connect to her brain,
but her tears and screams, all in vain
When you said, you loved her.
What exactly did you mean?
Love? that is not what she has seen.
Just crying till her body became lean.
Is this how it has always been?
Because this is not love, hope you hear……
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
non bis in idem
“untrue”, she considered
the letter was passed
between steel lines
vertical
and read
“you’re not born again
until you are dead”
signed
“Sanitized for Your Own Protection”
Invisible, the cuts in a heart.
Love in its many parts
A Jigsaw Puzzle
Bleeding
pieces of a life
moved around
on clean courthouse tables
before all the books of Judges
discounted time now lost
heartache and the truth recognised for what it was,
reprised like a mouse trapped on a spinning wheel
unable to "get off"
Red
A Road Light
the doe stopped dead in her tracks
was roadkill from the start
she was marked
pulled apart
and disjointed
by the beloved hunter
a haunted unnamed ghost
now seeking forgiveness
tongue out to receive the host
A Jigsaw Puzzle
pieces moved
forward on a
black and white board
bleeding out
the violence unseen
sanitized
abstract bruises hidden
light and dark
veiled like a bride
maintain some kind of dignified
Silence;
but not the eyes
non bis in idem
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Violence" / Grimes
https://youtu.be/aUFbN492-R0
“And the day came
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.”
Anais Nin
1.
https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/domestic-violence-and-abuse.htm
2.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Femicide
3.
3.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_partner_violence
3.b
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6168672/
3.c
https://apps.who.int/iris/bitstream/handle/10665/77432/WHO_RHR_12.36_eng.pdf;jsessionid=99EDC22C2E452BCBCC86376AA98AF846?sequence=1
4.
4.a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non_bis_in_idem
4.b
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_jeopardy
Lyrics/Violence, Grimes
https://genius.com/Grimes-violence-lyrics