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The door
A goat’s head effigy hangs in the shadows
Lit by a single red candle that glows
Behind the heavy wooden door
Dried matted blood and hair on the floor
Evil dwells in this malevolent place
Hiding its perverted ugly face
Here but a few hours ago stood the cloaked
Tall and bloody standing soaked
With an innocent at their feet
Naked with only her heart beat
A gasp of breath and all life was gone
Sacrificed to The Whore of Babylon
The end of the world is near
Soon he the master will appear
All those who do not worship his name
Will only have themselves to blame
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Clues
Ask me a question.
Give me a sign.
Tell me if you like me,
if I'm always on your mind.
Hug me a little tighter.
Hug me a little longer.
Embrace me with both arms.
I won't mind being smothered.
Show me your deepest dreams,
tell me your darkest secrets.
Give your life to me,
to protect and to keep it.
Touch my hair so gently.
Tell me more than 'hi'.
Look at me as your promise.
Look at me as your sky.
Murderous Love
Pull my hair
Pin me down
Grab my throat
Throw me around
Hot right?
.....
Wrong
So...So...Wrong
We aren't in bed
Making love
No, my honey
He's doing this all for fun
For his own amusement
He beats me
I try to leave
But I can't seem to break free
Push and shove
Fall and cry out
He kicks my ribs
As he shouts
I want to go
I want to leave
But there's no way out
He made sure that message was received
He hurt me
He made me bleed
I thought he loved me
I was so stupid and naive
After every fight
He used to pull me close
That was at first
That was a while ago
Now
He pushes me away
At the same time
Making me stay
I no longer love him
As you can tell
I wish he would suffer
He deserves that well
I get so sick of it
So one night
I make the decision
During yet another fight
He falls asleep
I leave the room
Getting ready
For him to meet his doom
I go to the kitchen
And grab a knife
Not thinking about the fact
I'm about to take a life
Granted, he's not really a person
More like a demon I'd say
But he will be perished
Before day so much as breaks
I walk back to the room
Knife in hand
I'm going to do
Just as I planned
Hovering above
His sleeping body
My soul's gone
I'm nothing but a zombie
I plunge the knife
Into his chest
With more power
than I knew I possessed
Blood poors
Everywhere
All over my body
All in my hair
At least it's over now
He's gone
I no longer need
Anyone else to count or rely on
For My Daughter
Ah, my little one, you ask big questions
Dreams are a tricky business at best
Real and unreal at the same time
It's hard for even the scientist to describe, for how do you measure an unreal reality?
I don't won't to confuse you, my tiny heart
Remember when that fever grabbed a hold on you? You shivered and shook all night as I held cool wet towels to your head and you said you felt like you were sleeping on top of a picket fence? And when those endless hours passed and the fever broke you crawled onto my chest and slept in peace. You woke and asked what happened? Then you said, I was there with you dad. It seems so faraway now.
That, my heart, is what dreams are like. They're awful, confused jumbles, of life. And the best part is when you wake from them to another day.
Trying
I'm standing there
trying to be calm
trying to be strong
trying to do perfect
trying not to let it get to me.
I'm lying there
trying to forget
trying to wipe my tears
trying to let my anger go
trying not to live in the past.
I'm sitting here,
and I'm trying so hard,
but I just can't justify
why I feel so bad
about something so small.
United in Delusion
If America is addicted to anything, it's delusion.
I'll start with the good news: We're in recovery.
Albeit the beginning stages, we are slowly starting to recover from our mischievous and ultimately damaging learned behaviors as a nation.
It is the middle of the night. America is fast asleep, a time when we are closest to the truth, yet never safe from the nightmare that awaits us in the morning. The sun rises. The eastern half of the mainland is the first to be greeted by hardened delusions made callous over centuries and built on the convenience of mendacity. These delusions never sleep. They are deeply ensconced in the DNA of our collective unconscious. This New World, still searching for its bravery, is, demographically, a far cry from the days of its original sin. We look more now like an amalgamation of the many ethnicities, creeds, and cultures that inhabit the earth. Diversity is our culture; color, our delusion.
From inner city neighborhoods to tree lined streets of the suburbs; middle America to the country's congested outskirts; homeless shelters to our First Black Family in the White House; the comfort of social media to the comfort of our own households; citizens to undocumented immigrants; with each passing day, we are all forced to break our addiction to delusion.
The freak show that is our current presidential election proves to be stunning evidence of our breakdown of delusions. Like any addiction, it must first be acknowledged before we overcome it. This is why Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton became the major party nominees. It did not happen in vain. Trump was brilliantly ushered into the forefront of our political stage as a looking glass reflecting America's jarring impurities, while Hillary tests our trust of the establishment.
Obama's eight- year presidency showed us a glimpse of what progress looks like, while unearthing deep rooted racism still planted throughout the country. The latter has shown up in many forms.
Bush Jr.'s eight years disintegrated the delusion that, in America, our freedoms are bulletproof.
We are not the only ones invested in the breakdown of our delusions. Malignant tumors of the world, in the form of other countries and terrorist organizations are eagerly waiting in the wings to demolish the delusions that our power is indestructible and that we are not at all complicit in the terror that shows up at our front door.
We are addicted to delusion because like any addiction, it affords us the transient luxury of avoiding reality.
On January 20th, 2017, when the next leader of the free world is sworn in, we will either be in danger of relapse or continue on the road to hard-won sobriety.
Summoning Grandma
A loss so great could not be mourned with tears.
The true lament is lunacy, engineered throughout the years.
At the tender age of ten, I could not process your transition.
But the thought of never seeing you put me well out of commission.
Now in my adulthood I still don't know if I can manage.
With your passing you took my sanity as collateral damage.
Maybe one day you will show up in a dream,
In all your glory, with a halo shining like a laser beam.
I often feel your presence and sophisticated grace.
You seem to whisper in my ear, "It's staring you right in the face."
What I would do for your rare wisdom and foresight.
I sure would sleep much better through the night.
Hey You,
Sit up straight, stand up tall, and learn to breathe.
In and out. In and out.
Feel that?
This is who you are behind the noise and the fear.
Why so serious? Life is not the situation room.
You're from Matawan, NJ.
Laugh. A lot. Especially at you. I'm laughing at you now.
And know that holding back your smile is stealing your joy.
Bank on you because you've got a lot to offer, but stay curious and be a student of life.
You'll do the latter anyway. You can't help it. But make the former a practice.
Listen.
Raise your voice in more ways than one. You need to be heard.
Screwing up is not failure. Its an opportunity to grow.
Find the lesson and learn from it.
Don't worry, you look fine.
Oh yeah,
Breathe.
Sincerely,
You in 10 years