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THE MONSTER YOU DREAD
i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.
i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious to the core —
now you can’t see the open sore.
you never uncovered, never looked,
never came to find me, i’m overlooked.
hiding beneath the bed, i’m the monster
you dread — tear-salted tongue, the martyr
with claws tearing at my skin - my fear
that she sips her coffee carelessly - oh dear...
the suicidal stripes down my cheeks sear
as my mother wanders through her year.
if only a look, a hug, a kind word spoken
to me would tear me from this sea forsaken —
this torrent, harangue of waves, haplessly
dashing, against heart and soul. if only a creak,
a scintilla of light would peek into
my claustrophobic space, saving me from me.
but i, only i...must resolve, unhinge the lock,
step out and see the clearing of the crock...
all alone on my private island - its unsecured dock.
i pretend it never mattered but carry the doom
within my flesh, my invisible childhood looms.
ready at turn to rear its misshapen head, its claws
digging into a buried past — all my flaws...
jealousy pops up in the middle of my joy
i stomp the frenetic beast, clawing its face.
i refuse to be that monster, that disgrace!
6/14/2019
Move me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness
give me a hand
take thine arm
without the silent treatment
and a thank you
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed
this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the mail
RSVP the art intelligentsia
or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance
embodyed in the stereotype
of conceptual oopart
padded by manipulative faking
whack my loot
thu nigh thy sacred book
smiell my surrender thighs
over a fabricated link
burning real Benjamins
to the sound of Marilyn Manson
pareidolia
patterns and wormholes and time loops
time present and future coexist
what to do with such knowledge
carved into the limestone
surrounding a city like distrust
lifted in grey moire
over a living ocean
rocked over engraving rollers
in the arms of a sleeping monster
whatever it is
it's right up ahead
everything weighed and measured
the metrology of red flags
illumated under ambient withholding
dreamt up into a real world
of Indian parenting techniques
dormant till spring
into the arms of the universal awakening
a kinetic toy is walking
must be the bravest sub of all
to have turned off all notifications
under a gas light on the green screen
splitting personalities
abannan soleil and mistel
disclosed and made public
spinning on the golden wheel
eyes glaring a dupper's delight
hidden underneath an unkept beard
chin up and hands down recoiling
the circuit does not always
go round and round
it comes from underground
with little steps
tip toe in the dark
the water is warmer for you there
peowetling peowian
it's not from where i am
cold in the head
cold shoulder painted red
don't pay your rent all at once
is a forever later game.
by a rinelle in Catemaco
reddish purple about the neck
innocent and unsecured
not noosed nor snared
skilled in mysteries and kindness
i mind here finely prepped
a synomyn in liminal space
past your window into another's partition
Today captured souls sail on a Titanic-like ship
over a new Middle Passage journey on a turbulent sea,
whose waves undulate and froth with viciousness;
The captain and crew play ping-pong
with the chartered course—the crew often loosing—
abandoning ship or otherwise simply thrown overboard;
A strange manifest has this ship--shackled minds--
coral reefed like red mackerel packed in a tin;
Caught in a Bermuda Triangle-like whirlwind,
its destiny is beyond its strained confines
and its chaotic disorientation a vastness rivaling
the depth of the awe of a Grand Canyon;
As fate would have it, an unsecured ill-steered ship
is like a misguided nation in a political python sea,
hissing with trashing waves frothing with corruption:
both caught in off-course hurricane winds of change.
He saw the car coming
From the back seat, unsecured
She was rushed to the hospital
Relatives silenced what he endured
Scared already of what could be
He fed the dogs as he should
The attack was intense and quick
As adults checked, that the dogs were good
He lost his home, community, friend
His dog, and way of life, left behind
His parents found the spirit
Security of a child given to the divine
Pushed out of the bed of a truck
By a friend who just wanted to see
If a little harm to another
Would end up how he thought it would be
Boys gotta be tough and unyielding
To every tragedy they've gone through
Dismissed and downplayed by adults
Who didn't want to deal with the task of being true
...to LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-24-2026
Where's this years "Turkey_Pardon"?
Pardon me, where's the pardon on the Family?
Was the CCP funding too lucrative, Universities?
Any press briefing, explanations,
the WEF financial mechanisms
too carotid in artery.
I guess hunting season is still on,
"Runningman" repeats.
still a filler for
Commercial Broadcasting Disservice,
regularly scheduled reprogramming, propagandizing.
Meanwhile we are in Psalms 83 and Ezekial 38,
looming. .. 3 8 3 8 3 3..
I wonder what it means?
Too bad for that one potential lime-lighted Turkey.
Judgment is coming too Humanity.
Makes one seem crazy to report these days.
In perpetuity. One thing after another
and all against the People. For the leaders, a totally separate reality.
Why are they not arrested and questioned
by the People?
Is it because they polarized us against each other,
so that they are not the objects of scrutiny.
Maybe they will throw us a bone or a stick next,
to keep us occupied.
The question is, would it be laced with Fentanyl
or biologicals from an unsecured Chinese Lab here in America?
Or will it be one of those costly imports
maybe shipped from our Southern crosswalk.
Hey at least this year there is no ban on Church, gatherings,
as our leaders again gather mask free
with saline booster shots instead of what
is mandated for you and me.
Knowing that the vaccine was untested
(for Public transparency),
and Pfizer the only ones given immunity.
For aiding crimes against humanity, no apologies.
[Yeah, I can remember students dropping dead
on the sports field happening all the time
growing up (Saturday morning football death before
cartoons was a regular thing).
Who knew also that veins
are supposed to have long black graphene
induced clots, and young people to
die of heart attack and stroke at age 13.
Although, on a happier note,
2024 is a fresh year, for slavery.
It's Springtime eclipse a warning of disasters incoming,
vote casting,
ill Confederacy, Rhinoplasty, !CONSPIRACY!
reciting an x across the Country with 2017's.
Cancelling freedoms, Christians
and the World as we knew it to be.
Planet X mirrored,
icing, a crystal clear reveal i
n chaos waxing a seal of unmasking
our present real judgment, reality.
My deepest fantasies to introspect :
From where I have come ? Why and where to reach ?
It’s beyond perception and intellect !
Who has the supreme knowledge ? Who will teach ?
Leading life honouring moral values.
Performed duties, being compassionate.
To know my identity, got no clues.
Is Death my end ? Or to re -incarnate !
With much devotion pursued my career.
Accessed success, also failure endured.
With happy family, built emperor.
But in last phase feeling most unsecured.
Achievements, Involvements turned obsolete.
My activities remained incomplete.