The Woman Named Fire
The eternal woman named Fire
Eternal but not immortal
Her life remains a fragile gift
Given by God yet owned by man
Her brightness fills the dark sky
Red, yellow, blue and all colors in between
Her skin evokes romance and fear
The pit is her prison
Struggling to be free she fights a futile fight
She is held captive by remaining embers
Her fingers reach to the skies
Grabbing the air as it rushes up
Hoping to be pulled away from her torture
Rebellion fills the air with sparks and smoke
Parts of her soul being ripped away
Her pain makes her bigger and stronger as she fights
The more she fights
The more of herself is ripped away
But with all the pain
All the torture she never gives up
In the end her spirit is wasted
Destroyed by her efforts
Her body lies as a pile of graying charcoal
Her soul is just the last few whiffs of smoke
Her hopes are the last few burning embers
But alas the woman named Fire is dead
And nothing remains
I watched
I watched when I was younger, a woman lose her life
To a man, to a rock, to a knot, and never become a wife.
I watched when I was seven the most beautiful woman alive
She was oh so amazing, with big brown eyes
And two dimples at the corner of her smile
Before and now, she has walked a thousand.
I watched a woman began to hate
Herself and her life and begin to question her fate.
I watched a woman meet her prince
Only to be abused, and used at her own expense
And introduced to the “rock” of her life
That later brought on never ending strife.
I watched a little boy tie his shoestrings in a knot
A woman reach up, to cup, and feel a knot
A daughter fight back the knot in her chest
For her mom has lost her right, and now left breast
A son that was buried underneath the sun
Only to think of the “rock” because, this is where it begun.
Have you ever, met a woman before?
Yes have you ever, loved a woman before?
You wake up and see her, and run out the door
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
I met my woman in a pub
Yes, met my woman in a pub
Only woman kicked out the ugly club
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
She’s never been kissed by a boy
Yes never been kissed by a boy
You’ll feel compassion for her abused sex toy
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
Chorus:
That’s my woman, that’s my strife, that’s my wife
You know marrying her has ruined my life
But I love her, I love her so
Raspberry Hives
The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in his room
with the radio playing,
the water in the bathtub
dripping. The drone of hours,
however, has become
the drone of years
and the ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
fears death will convert
his hives into pocks, take his body
but reject his soul.
Now he believes if he weds
the first woman who’ll have him
death will have reason,
for the first time,
to do the job right.
Donal Mahoney
As the sun starts to rise
Her nightmares await
For the judge and jury
Would determine her fate
"An accident", she pleads
The courtroom was silent
As they return with their verdict
The woman was violent
"Please" she cried
"You don't understand"
As the judge gave the order
For the woman to stand
She was only gone a minute
To talk on the phone
For she never meant
To leave him alone
"Guilty", said the foreman
She didn't make a sound
For she was the reason
Her little boy drowned
The gavel sounded
As the jury had risen
The woman would spend
Her whole life in prison
Here at my level, the air cannot harm me; for I feel a presence of security
A blanket unlike no other
As it touches my skin and drifts into my pores
I realized that I was the one to blame for the hurt that was filling all of my voids
A child with no advice, an adult with no wisdom, and now a woman with hope.
As I searched under the moon for promises that my secrets left behind
I noticed that a change was due
I now refuse to go through the hurt that my tears didn't subside
I was a failure with only dreams, a berry with a bitter taste, and a mockery to all my kind
But now I am a woman, a woman with a new foundation
A woman that only the strongest can survive with
I am an all that type of girl
I am "ME"!
Trials and tribulations
emerge in the eyes
of a woman whose life
is spared by lies.
Her shell of a soul
has been bruised by truth
and has seemingly made
this woman uncouth.
With love in her heart
and hate on her back,
she rummages through sand
to disclose what she lacks.
Fire in her veins,
bleeding from her ears,
and pain has begun
to be educed through her tears.
Slowly dying fast,
in search of relief
and desperately needing
salvage from the streets.