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Steven Eisenach Poem
Tom is not the father
No Love, No Affection Plenty of Misdirection No Love, No Comfort, No Embrace Just That Constipated Frown Face No Love, No Warmth, No Lullaby Only Screams That Split the Quiet Sky No Love, No Talks of God Everything a Total Fraud No Love, No Connection, No Family Meals Just the Cold Ache of How Rejection Feels No Love, No Safety, No Sheltering Wall Just Waiting for the Fists to Fall No Love, No Quiet, No Place for Dreaming Just Constant, Nasty, Demeaning Screaming No Love, No Truth, No Others to Bother Only the Narcissist and Her Secret... Tom is not the father
Tom is the Father
Yes Love, Yes Affection Plenty of Clear Direction Yes Love, Yes Comfort, Yes Embrace Just That Contented Smiling Face Yes Love, Yes Warmth, Yes Lullaby Only Whispers Beneath the Quiet Sky Yes Love, Yes Talks of God Everything an Honest Nod Yes Love, Yes Connection, Yes Family Meals Just the Warm Ease of How Acceptance Feels Yes Love, Yes Safety, Yes Sheltering Wall Never Waiting for the Fists to Fall Yes Love, Yes Quiet, Yes Place for Dreaming No Constant Nasty, Just Gentle Beaming Yes Love, Yes Truth, Yes Others to Gather Always the Mother and Our Secret... Tom is the father
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Steven Eisenach Poem
Mr. Motion Man Preparation packed plan Coolest cat of the clan Baddest bro back but just began Jeopardize the job in Japan Demon dude on demand Can't forget about his friend Dan Who is his biggest fan And smokes tobacco out of a can And sits on the beach to tan Like he was sitting in a frying pan But wait he just got up and ran
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Fists clenched, words cut deep
A mother's love, a distant dream asleep
No warmth, no gentle touch
Only pain, a constant clutch
Her face, a map of disdain
Constipation frown, a permanent strain
Narcissism's dark, controlling sway
Left scars that won't fade away
Lies and silence, a toxic brew
Secrets kept, truths withheld from you
Biological father, a mystery untold
A childhood lost, in a world grown cold
Screams and yells, all day long
No peaceful haven, always wrong
Communication, a skill unlearned
Love and affection, forever yearned
A complete wack job, always brash
good at growing that lady mustache
Copyright © Steven Eisenach | Year Posted 2025
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A child of God, who He has blessed.
His word says, one day is for rest.
He guides me in ways so graceful,
I can’t help but stay grateful.
The Armor of God does wrap me
And so, I am completely happy.
Copyright © Steven Eisenach | Year Posted 2025
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