The trigger lay steady and sardonic
in the hands of the ready stalker.
She lays unaware , a spot for each grand representation
of naiveness in her hair.
Full of innocence; didn’t even have chance to mature.
For the hunter was to ensure the value of her fur,
by stripping her bare of what she had earned.
She was nothing more than her new found horror
It grieves me to witness our youth's demise,
Each day, each hour, another life unties.
Daughters, sons, announced dead, bereft,
In a world where cruelty has left.
What have we done to merit such woe,
To meet our end in a violent flow?
We've become beasts, monsters in disguise,
Lost in our deeds, devoid of wise.
Do we not possess a shred of conscience,
To heed the cries, to cease the violence?
I can't fathom a parent's pain,
Burying their child, guilt their chain.
Blame weighs heavy on their hearts each day,
Feeling they've failed, lost their way.
What have we become, what's our fate,
To suffer such cruel, relentless hate?
God, hear our plea, our broken souls,
As we navigate life's treacherous shoals.
We plan our lives, yet others plot,
To rob us of all we've sought.
Rape, murder, each day's grim news,
Lives taken, souls bruised.
Enemies within, fear our guide,
As death's shadow looms, nowhere to hide.
Haven't we borne enough, shed enough tears,
In this cruel world, fueled by fears?
What cruel fate do we now endure,
In this world where suffering is sure?
Act 0, Scene –3 : Eden, Immediately before The Fall
Eve reacts to Adam’s reaction to Eve – Divine Cause and Effect.
Man, for weakness has a name, should have been left … alone.
ADAM
Tall and slender
Quiet Man
Piercing eye
Gentle hand
Need unspoken
Deep inside
Pledge unbroken
Self, denied
Asks for nothing
Wants for much
Aching for
A tender touch
Human, Nature
Soul and Strength
Emerging in a
Fateful length
Of time to which
There is no cure
That purity
Can long endure
A choice unfair
A force too hard
For one who cares
To disregard
A whispered word
Deceptively kind
From somewhere deep
Inside her mind
Condemns us all
To bliss and then
Eternal fall
For serving man
Exit the Right Hand of God … Enter players.
Act 0, Scene –2 : Eden, by the Water
Adam observes Eve as she emerges naked, unabashed from the water.
EVE
Her yellow hair,
Like wet corn silk,
Hung from her head as she bent to dry
The soft round curves
Of her warm, fresh skin
Aroused in him
Something
That he cursed
And craved
And did not really comprehend
Soft and bold,
Her blue eyes
Captured
His
Cruelty danced 'cross his stencilled mustache
Sparks of Evil flashed from his roving eye
A wicked Sneer curled 'round his too-thin lips
His fingers like claws bespoke a master spy
Trench-coat pulled tight 'gainst the pounding rain
Stealthy his gait down the dark narrow lane
Alas! Two bullets lodged in his fiendish heart
Real life's not Hollywood, Mr. Humphrey Bogart
cruel are whispers
imploding our fantasies
more so ~ when soft spoke
By
David Kavanagh
Fragrant flower, Jasmine infused,
the evening breathes comic book laughter,
colors white and green and yellow.
Our heroes, our saviors in bold of
twilight blue and mud red ocher.
Perfume fingers stretch forth on evening breeze
searching for that champion
only to find, beneath primary hues,
a miriad of diffuse pastel hides
beneath balloon exclamations,
our vain attempt to save us from ourselves.
04/22/18
A duck slowly paddles across the still water,
Disturbing the reflection of brooding storm clouds
Above. The pond sits close to the top of the ridge;
Precisely round, there are no streams entering or
Leaving to explain its presence. Cold wind keens
Through the mis-shapen trees nearby; the thin sound
Is haunting, a threnody played by a distant piper.
A gust catches the loose board on a ruined farmhouse,
The sudden bang provoking a startled shiver.
Splashing rain against the cheek awakens dormant
Memories, and the landscape turns barren, a
Wasteland, the pond revealed as a smoking crater.
Vision clears. In the distance, a red poppy marks
Where the defiant piper fell, his lament for himself.
Insidious knowledge
creeps under blanket ignorance,
wisdom comes of age.
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Date: 04 / 02 / 2017
The impulsive and wandering butterfly
was tempted by the candle’s flare
that burnt her wings
when she got close
and sent her falling through the air
She laid scorched up on the floor
her fragile wings would work no more
Tears ran from her swimming eyes
because her little wings were fried.
oh demon light
that I did seek
how you deceive
the brave and meek
who ought to know
a brilliant hallows
from the glare
of dirty tallows
A happy childhood
the joy of discovery
shattered on the day
she turned thirteen
when her father's
love for her changed
took on an ugly face
No longer innocent
No longer clean
The dark secret now
kept to herself
His words of love
no longer held
the ring of truth
Feelings of dread
at each day's end
Feeling anger
Feeling shame
Feeling hurt that
he no longer loved
her as a daughter
not in the way a
father should love
Her love for him
tarnished forever
She lost her confidence
She lost her self respect
She lost her daddy
Innocence beyond recall
she no longer trusted
I remember…
Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night
I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words
And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest
Of those waves
That came softly
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down
In utter silence
Author: Elaine George
Written: June, 2014
I wake up screaming.
He's on top of me.
I'm naked and cold...
This is agony.
We were just getting high!
It was supposed to be fun!
Now I try to fight him off,
so I can run.
His hand covers my mouth.
He's stronger than me.
Oh God, it hurts!
I can't breath and I'm scared.
He's hurting my butt,
and pulling my hair.
I bite his hand,
and fight him off me.
Oh God, thank you!
I'm finally free!
Now just to deal with the fact
that he lives with me...
The Loss of Innocence
At a school sports day I was running 60 metres,
I wanted so very much to win, could taste blood
didn´t quite make it but got a bronze medal,
which I wore on my lapel with pride.
When I joined the merchant navy and when going ashore
I wore it too; no one else had a medal like me.
Girls in bars admired it and wanted to know why I had
such a splendid medal. I could not tell the mundane truth
being a compulsive story teller I spun a tale.
Alas, women are destroyers of young men’s pride they want
to possess what they can´t have.
It was in Le Havre I met my downfall, she promised me
heavenly delight for the medal, and I succumbed; the delight
lasted a few minutes and my medal was forever lost.
Innocence was lost years ago
Not mine, but everyone around me
Some things changed
White turned to black
Friends turned to enemies
Wrong turned to right
And happiness turned to depression
Escape was nowhere in sight
But i needed more than anything to get out of here
Everyone around me was changing Yet I didn’t want anything to do with it I didn’t wanna join them, I wanted out
I was overwhelmed and felt suffocated
Those were the years everything changed
And somehow I managed to escape it
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