The leviathan materializes abruptly from the murk
No burden does it tempt from wherever it may lurk
Paralyzing terror makes hairs stand at attention
Silent screaming anxiety, staggering detention
Masks fall into place as neatly as you please
To obscure the malady of the tormenting mind disease
Forgiveness is easy for some
They let the nefarious acts,
Committed by an ABUSER,
S
L
I
D
E.
But I cannot swallow deceit, for
I’ve tasted the destruction
from the pants of Mephistopheles,
felt weapons to my head,
heard the bloody rhetoric
with innocent ears,
clawed my way from denigration,
Felt the punishment unjustified.
I recognize what I see.
I will not say I’ve seen something else.
I will not lie and say it’s okay or maybe.
I will not wait and see.
You can’t gaslight me.
I’m calling it straight out, ABUSE
From an ABUSER
in a position to ABUSE.
I will not excuse ABUSE for anyone.
I will not TOLERATE
ABUSE
FROM
ANYONE
PERIOD.
Show me the place where they buried their young
Take me where they were refused their history unsung
Reveal to me the ground where the blood dripped dark
Unearth the bones of the fallen fathers and matriarchs
Disclose the disguise of those who committed theft of life
Expose their fraudulent actions; birth them through the afterlife
Shatter their shells of fragile proportions kept
Pull back the rugs where their dirty secrets were swept
Shine bright glare upon their truths yet untold
Release the spotlight of their staged exposure ever bold
Revolt against the tyranny that has entire families divided
Return them once again to their voices, forgiven and united.
Go ahead and take
everything that you want
You can do anything
that you want to me
I am all yours
Be the one who is
everything that I need
I’ll give you anything
that you want, my love
I am all yours
Understand that I promise you
whatever you ask of me
I can’t go back to then
when we fought so hard
when we nearly lost our we
Take my hand and I’ll give you
peace of mind trusting us
Together we’ll move on
forward through our life
breaking the world for us
There are angels among us with imaginary wings
Their holiness is tied on with duct tape and strings
The words they may sing are littered with verses
That may sound quite a bit like unholy curses
Their divinity true if not a bit tarnished
Their brassy demeanor with scriptures varnished
You may not believe that they’re here to protect
Their offerings of prayer are effortless to reject
If your heart is opened to the blessings they give
You’ll never be without as long as you live.
I have stood within the fires of my community
Feeling their judgement with their vigilant scrutiny.
My skin has been scarred by the guilt of my actions
Withdrawing, re-birthing, questing my faction
I have stood dripping the blood of my kin
The impression of their prudence slicing at my sin
My spirit fiery with the perdition of my birth
Refusing their wisdom, not knowing its worth
I have slithered slyly a slippery slope
Seething such squalor swiftly to scope
My disdain for the mundane, my refusal of love
Was my born albatross that I couldn’t get rid of
But now I have faced the faces of my family
I’ve found them not to be of my enemy
I’ve been wrapped in the warmth of hearth-side chats
Covered in the laughter of loving habitats
Return to the tribe, return to the fold
Swallow your pride, be not undersold
Be everything you are without any fear
Because those that love you will hold you dear.
I hear the trees as instruments
as a Sunday hymn blessing Mother Earth
I feel the loaming heartbeat intense
while the birds call lullaby vespers
I am the tug of moon-pulled tides
with sermon words unfettered
Through and about the indigo skies I ride
Skyclad, adorned with galaxies and stars; together
I hear the forest’s deepest secrets kept
accepting its confessions as I should
with spells more true than of an adept
as a Priestess of the Howling Wood
(Verse One)
Don’t cry to me of imagined slights
Don’t fill my ears with dramatic fights
You wear your crooked crown based on obfuscated lies
Terrified to pack up your own desecration’s prize
(Transition)
HEY! HEY! HEY!
(Verse Two)
Wash your hands of every wish you made
Pack them in the old musty suitcase
Load it up and remember where you could have been lost
Break open the latches, rusty locks at what high cost?
HEY! HEY! HEY!
(Chorus)
Take a turn on reality’s wheel
Won’t you tell me how you feel
Even though it’s hard to let things go
Nobody wants tickets…to your show.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
(Verse Three)
There is nothing to be done your bones
You must choose your adventure alone
Cascading fury of your self-righteous self-loathing
Stripping down naked of your emotional clothing
(Chorus)
Take a turn on reality’s wheel
Won’t you tell me how you feel
Even though it’s hard to let things go
Nobody wants tickets…to your show.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
HEY! HEY! HEY!
HEY! HEY! HEY!
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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