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What will you do, when a man tells you,
After 20 years he never loves you?
He wishes you dead.
He only married you for the benefits.
What will you do?
I made a pact.
The pain I endured,
I’ll never feel it again.
I had to cut all the poison,
From every cell and vein,
Out of my body and memory.
It took a while to recover,
And heal from a scorpions’ sting,
But luckily I have God and my kids.
His poison kept me prison,
For many years.
I build a wall around myself,
Too fall in love never again.
But then I realized,
If I let this wall, just get stronger,
He will win.
I remain a victim.
I took a sledgehammer,
And broke it down.
I am free,
No more a captive,
But a survivor.
I stand on the ellipse of time walking around the circle of my mind. The lines are very thin and the distance between us is very slim. We are just a stone throw away so I kept looking to see if you would come my way. I kept walking around in circles hoping that you will meet me the axis of my heart before the day starts. It is laden with subjects of my soul and the sorrows that often make me feel bold. And the axis on which my heart spins can feel the universe rhythm. I can feel the heavy drumbeats that rolls and they make up the perpendicular of my soul; the pattern is already set, and truth will reveal my inward depth. I stretched my hand towards the North Pole, trying to dodge the heat that kept burning my soul, but the South Pole was on fire too and there was nothing that I could do to pivot from ellipse that bound me and you. I open the door that leads to the back street; it is the place where all the cast members meet. I am trying to exit from the ellipse, but it had me, bounded for reasons and profit. I knew that I had to go but some things depend on the life of the show. Something just cannot be replaced unless you use a sledgehammer to break down the gate. Once you are in, the universe will make you sing, and you will hear the heavens bells ring. Everything was dead silent for a while, and the foci was communicating with the skies; I could hear it whispering to the galaxies saying that the stars are happy and so I kept my eyes on the focal point until the Sun emerge from beyond the line. The axis is what you see but the angle looks more like you and me. From the side the circle is the ellipse, but when you get closer the image is a kiss elevated on a petri dish. A sudden silence cross my heart and the ellipse of time kept moving with the line; you came just in time to preserve what is mine.
Meet me at the ellipse.
Monica, I tell you that’s an awfully hard door.
I don’t think I should be hitting it anymore.
I’ve given it the works with this sledgehammer.
Yes, I know we are in a big jammer.
How did I know the old man would lock the door on us?
We are stuck in this basement. That’s not too fabulous.
A pick and a shovel is all we would need.
I know you can’t stand it anymore and want to be freed.
I’ll get some dynamite and blow a hole in the wall.
It will cause just a little explosion, that’s all.
You want me to try the door again? Whatever you say, dear.
Just like you, I want like hell to get out of here.
Based on scenes in the 1963 film "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World"
We found the old typewriter in 1967
None of us knew whose it was at one time
It was hidden in a corner of great grandma’s attic
At this time, I was using an electric typewriter.
This antique typewriter was nigh onto impossible to use
You had to push the buttons with the force of a sledgehammer
We did not find the unfinished novels until two days later.
Great grandma’s daddy had been a writer!
This intrigued me. No one had ever said this to me before.
I felt a kinship to him as I read his pages. He was pretty good.
I wondered why everyone had discouraged me from becoming a writer.
It was obvious now that the talent is in my family.
You said you loved me,
But you still left me,
And you took a piece of me with you,
And I want it back.
I gave you my heart,
But you broke it,
You took a sledgehammer to it,
And left me to pick it up piece by piece.
If you really loved me,
You would’ve accepted me,
If you cared enough,
You’d still smile at me.
Whenever I pass you,
You don’t even look at me,
Your eyes are cold,
And your heart is hardened.
In my hardest time,
You knocked me down,
You left me for dead,
With not one iota of emotion on your face.
From someone I know to someone I knew,
In the blink of an eye,
If you cared enough,
You’d still be here.
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
Dark brier grow thick in Cleveland,
thorny tendrils thrive.
Clapperboard homes slack and linger,
neglected yards grow thin grey bones.
A vaporous wave passed over Lake Erie.
None noticed the lightless seeds in the sunlight,
but little girls went missing.
Whole neighborhoods searched other places
no one thought the monster hid among them.
Detective Puccini grinds his jaw behind the wheel
of an old Cadillac.
Red cracked leather creaks as he reaches
for a brown-bagged vodka bottle.
He knows the girls are near;
at night as he sleeps, he hears them,
they cry for help under their breath
least their captor overhear.
Today Puccini takes out
a sledgehammer from the trunk of his car
he's intends to tear down any dark-eyed house
until one fine day
he hears the girls again.
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https://abcnews.go.com/US/cleveland...-berry-gina-dejesus-journey/story?id=67858538
Today was the first day I held
a sledgehammer with intention
Callouses connect palms to fingers
tiny fleshy boa constrictors.
There is no catharsis
I know this to be a hollow act
With a face smithed of iron,
a body lathed with linseed wood,
and a head full of nothing.
No I am not thinking, I am
in fact refusing to do so.
This is an act of refusal
I am choosing childish behavior.
The empty parking lot
execution spot greets
the glass bodied shelf
Which will no longer take
the space of memories it held.
What should be cold and angular
Void of anything aside reflection
is a monument of mourning
a future I shall never know.
Light refracts upon my cones,
my tunneled vision only to show
a mangled miscarriage of the man
I can never grow into with you.
If you wish to be a Lord of the Apes,
grow money as if it were ambition,
grow ambition as if it were money,
be as carefree as a leach,
as gentle as a sledgehammer.
Then an entourage of other apes
will applaud you, shower you
with golden bananas.
You will be the Emperor of Emptiness.
As time ripens
in the light where you are so not,
moths will be growing their milky teeth,
worms will be working-out,
dung beetles will be rolling pebbles
up hills, preparing for the big day.
On that day
the ground will open just for you,
and out of it will rise
your sad, wilting member.
It will be the last you see of it
and it of you.
Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
In the tunnel I'm locked
Echo of mortal words
and the footprints of the killer
Spiders and hordes of bats
Although I am inviolable, death is stronger
I can not fight against the power of darkness
in this criminal underworld
Raw and intense - brutal realities
Trapped in my own body
Closes my eyes and disappears into my own existence
I realize the pitiful truth
The sledgehammer hits harder and harder
An ice cold, psychopathic killer
The head and the heart will so gladly accept
this indescribably ruthless pain
The past and the future are killed
I hope the shadows never find me
____/____ let my soul rest
until we meet again
28/01/2021
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