*Tritina
As midnight comes, moon tiptoes in to wait,
to soothe her gently with a tender smile.
Expectation is haloed on the wall
Moon angles soft light, around every wall,
where mobiles dangle, and butterflies wait,
to charm baby's eyes, and wrangle her smiles
The clocks keep ticking, and the moon must wait.
Someone is kicking inside belly's wall.
She cringes in pain, ...but then bravely smiles.
Dawn waits to smile, ...until she climbs that wall
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For the Tritina "Baby" Contest: Sponsored by Craig Cornish
7/23/14
Pain is my beauty, rage is my sadness.
Laughing is my soul crying out silently.
Yet you do not see, these truths that lie within,
instead you turn a deaf ear, blinded from the darkness of your sight.
You only feel your sympathic ear, reflecting my hearts expression.
Powerless daily, I struggle to allow my invisible voice from within,
To speak and to shine thru.
A moment in time
The music bringing you back to places in time which
affected you with an emotional
consequence But since all this time has passed now it
has become a remanicent memorie of
all the uplifting, downsizing,
and overwhelming roller coaster rides.
A message in time to come, if you choose to see it.
An immediate refreshing of the emotional
soul;
in combination with your intellectual self.
Then it becomes not just a message anymore.
Instead it has grown into a great metamorphosis of spirt to embrace;
consuming your sinful
nature, leaving only the lambs blood,
giving you clarity, peace and serenity.
sympathic, sadistic,
and a social outcast,
rabid, blood thirsty,
with a lack of passion
this is the type of man
who drove this
inspiration
my hateful
dedication
For with the eyes of death
and the heart of war
you killed my philosophy
"let innocents be worth more."
Father you are dead to me
more than my mind knows
your body may live
but your bloody past shows
for you stole
the only thing I had
my soul, you might as well
have killed me,
let me burn in hell
For my body
lies unclean
thanks to your
nasty hands
your heartless voice
giving your own daughter
such commands
for years people asked me
when I spoke of you
why did he do
hit you
No, father I'd go back in time
I'd gladly let you kill me
abuse me, brake me and use me
but instead you stole the thing
that makes a child just that
you stole my innocents
with no way to get it back
You say you did NOTHING
that it NEVER happened
but when I look at you
your eyes are always laughing
at the little girl you broke down
and might as well slaughter
but to imagen
IT was ME,
your own daughter
John you are a world full of passion and music
A lovable romantic,
A musical song bird who sings in the choir
A preacher who is knowledgeable of the Bible
A warm hearted Christian soul
Who is the passionate writer you all know
A friendly, brotherly type with a sympathic ear
One brother, two sisters and a mother who is dear
Someone who has seen the hard part of life
Someone who has faced adversity and came out just right
Someone who I am proud to call my friend
Someone who was willing to try and make a difference
So song bird, my special buddy to you I salute.
(For the contest I chose my buddy John Loving iii)
P perceptively genuine
I imaginatively inclined
S selflessly attuned
C compassinatly filled
E escapist and idealistic
S sympathic to all this land
Pain is my beauty, rage is my sadness.
Laughing is my soul crying out silently.
Yet you do not see, these truths that lie within,
instead you turn a deaf ear, blinded from the darkness of your sight.
You only feel your sympathic ear, reflecting my hearts expression.
Powerless daily, I struggle to allow my invisible voice from within, to speak and to shine thru.
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