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My parents didn’t teach me love—
I learned it from the silence.
My mother never asked
why my eyes were red.
She looked,
but never really saw.
My father only noticed me
when I made a mistake.
Love,
in our house,
was conditional.
Thin.
Breakable.
Absent.
So I taught myself
how to hug my own shoulders
when no one else reached out.
How to whisper "it's okay"
when the shouting outside
made the inside of me tremble.
I learned to wipe my own tears
before they stained the floor,
before someone saw
and called it weakness.
I held my own hand
when the weight of the world
pressed down like a roof caving in.
I taught myself how to survive—
how to exist
in a house that never
felt like home.
And I survived.
But at what cost?
The Carnivore Within...
Meaty morsels besiege
this vegetarian advocate
yet, the atavistic Jainist within me decries,
egg hen hies his, and lamb hence
carnivorous ache that won't abate
case in point being on the horns
hoof ah dill ham ma, neither willing,
nor ready to abdicate
nagging, succumbing, and writhing,
asper Pavlov's dog salivation,
Ike hen not obliterate
every now and again curr raven
hunger for game, though aye abominate
hone beak able unethical abuse
delivered sans electric ham not prod,
nor pleased, when yours truly doe eth abrogate
his staunch conviction against
merciless maltreatment of animals
which doth exhaust and accelerate
environmental degradation, and realized
moo mints agoo, a temptation did accentuate
bull dozing tenuous die hard longing,
how quickly temptation,
recidivism, and predilection to accommodate,
and appease feeling mouth watering za eel
for ma ham mulls hamstrung taste, I did acclimate
and acquire ineradicable taste primal beastie boys
relished after the hunt squatting by flick ring fire
with other village people
tearing killed deer - if accurate,
nonetheless a grievance
(akin to heresy) as a traitor
Joe against fundamental aversion to reactivate
cow hard lee self betrayal caving against tenets
regarding aversion to the very business
of slaughter (houses), and I eve hen advocate
against gluten free NON GMO free ranging
creatures, who can experience pain
and suffering, some display affectionate
behaviour, plus without doubt agitate
without success to savor natural longevity,
perhaps becoming family pet,
whose tender loving (vittle) care will not alienate
said domesticated innocent
porpoise full chums
hoof found a caring home, articulate
ting compassion, tha hare fore,
a conscientious baldpate
or hirsute organic caretaker,
would neigh ver deer stirrup the roost
ruffle any tail feathers, only celebrate
affection, and mane lee horse around!
Creativity is my go to place
I am constantly listening to my imagination
She is frisky and fun, and keeps me on an even plane
It is my place when I am sad, mad, angry, depressed.
Napping is my favorite way to get in touch
Because mornings are busy, but afternoons not so much
When my life is caving in, and I am losing my mind or having a breakdown
I take to my bed, to regenerate and replenish the real me.
The me that is hiding from the others
Which is everyone else, showing herself in bits and spurts
On her own terms, not honest with most
For there is a frightened one inside and we have to protect her
By being creatively unstoppable and strong.
(6/8/12)
Some time love hurts to a point you want to cry
You feel as if everything in you has begun to die
You try to fill it , but it’s like shoveling sand against the tide.
I recall when I first saw you standing under the street light
My mind started jumping and my heart took flight.
I walked over to you and asked you your name
I didn’t feel guilty and felt no shame.
Life is like a traffic light - it’s a stop and go
First you move fast - then you move slow.
You had came to me with tears in your eyes
Because your loved one had said good-bye.
You never knew the feelings I had inside
It was something that I always tried to hide.
I see the pain etched in your face
There’s no shame in crying, there’s no disgrace.
But loving someone who doesn’t love you
That is something that I knew.
You are the sun that rises in my soul
Being with you all of life unfolds
You are the water that quenches my thirst
You fill up my body to a point of burst.
Sometimes love hurts ,and you feel as if your world is caving in
Just open up your mind and let me in.
I will show you what love is really about
Of that my love there is no doubt.
You see life is no good when you’re alone
And every love you ever had , you had blown
So let him learn the aches and pains that you have gone thru
this is all that you can do.
Sometimes love hurts , but it doesn’t have to
Because I am right here next to you.
How did we get to where we are,
America - the one undimming shining star,
A land of freedom, of unbounded pride
Where no one needed run and hide
For their religion or mere thought,
Democracy - the very heart of what was taught.
Now the Media drums a beat
That too many rush to heed,
Politicians seem at war
Spewing discord to their core,
Division their concocted art
Wrenching the rest of us apart.
Pressure groups with voices loud
Control the stage as if endowed,
We the masses listen stunned
Outmaneuvered and outgunned,
All too late we see the light
As our cities fall to blight.
Police leaving by the score,
Inner cities full of gore,
Death and Drugs partners in crime
The serial killers of our time,
Those we elect wringing their hands
Caving in to shrill demands.
Social media runs amok
Trampling discourse in it's muck,
Faceless voices spewing hate
Leaving victims to their fate,
Pervading every corner of our life
Their tool of choice inciting strife.
Is it too late may we well ask
To tear apart this vile death mask,
Restoring that for which our father's fought
A way of life worked for and not bought,
The very fruit of land well sown
The purest form of liberty our world has ever known.
Carnations and candlelight
black Cadillac Seville sleek
ace of spade fury
six chambers for a lifetime
to set things just right
bang bang
eight balls ricocheting
bang bang
rack'em up, chump
cue sticks red velvety dusted
musk oil grinding virgin blood
diamond dead snake eyes
star mist and streamer
stiletto and sequin
unchain the ceiling
throbbing dreams kneeling
pearls riding moonbeams
sin sighing salvation
cracking pink champagne
black satin bullets and golden chains
drawing down mahogany shades
Caving in the morning
red-eyed and dead glory
two black carnations
sunny side down.
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
Four walls are caving in
a sinkhole swallows the bedroom
Falling falling falling down
I awake by the sounds of my screams
nightmares raw with the melody of Grimm's lullaby
Blue is the shadows soaked into a deep purple night
images of a doll with the devil's smile
The claw of a tree branch scratches the window glass
flashes of lighting and you see it staring by your bed
Drowning in a pool of your own sweet sweat
hearing the haunting echo of a lonely winds howl
Shutters slamming to the rhythm of souls damn
mumbling in voices unknown
Dreams of dread stirring in your head
grind your teeth and spit them out
The hour is frozen in bewitching time
you suddenly awake again paused with fear
Turning on the lights shadows of evil crawl away
haunted by nightmares raw
Leave the lights on
sleeping with one eye open
Tying up that damn doll
Each day is like a door opening
Into a world vast and unending,
Where things are staying, moving
changing, growing, dying,
building, breaking, fixing, tearing,
mending, wounding, healing.
Like them, we too are ever-changing,
the same never staying.
But what on earth are we becoming?
The choice is ours; we are deciding.
If this constant change seems confusing
then you need a compass guiding
to a destination leading
if your life is to have meaning.
God your Maker is extending
Hands to hold as you are walking
and to keep your feet from straying.
He offers help when strength is failing
comfort when your heart is breaking
calm when your head is spinning
soothing when your body’s aching
peace when your world is caving
teaching so you’re always learning.
On the cross, a savior dying
for man engrossed in sinning
“I love you,” our God was saying.
“Come to me,” His voice is pleading
What your soul needs is saving.
Take the hands I am extending
Soon my son will be returning
Let me prepare you for landing
In a place of peace abiding
and where life is never-ending.
This is what should have posted last night. Thank you for your understanding
Erasing every trace
“Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight”
The winter wind is cold
as I stand in the yard
staring up at a
the first star of the evening,
one we shared often
Gazing upon its light, wishing,
certain it shimmers for some,
those holding hands and dreaming
of a future as bright
as these icicle glistened heavens
Now though dimming, fading
with the universe
where possibilities once thrived
as if life were real
and not some fabled archer
When then the ground crumbles,
giving way beneath my feet,
frozen earth opens up,
swallowing me
into a deep abyss
And as the surface falls,
caving in, creating
a darkness like
I have never known before
I whisper, “thank you”
For soon spring will come,
and new grass will grow
over the disturbed land,
erasing every trace,
that I ever was
And I will know
beyond a shadow’s doubt
That my wish upon that first star tonight
was granted…
Good night Soupers
Note: The opening stanza is from the 19th-century English poem by Jane Taylor, "The Star".