The Folly Of Ages – Love leads to certain death –

“A fool who cursed the sun was surprised to see it still shining.” – Marty Rubin
“A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.” 
 

The Snake who from the darkest pools pulls pain through the roots

A drink but not to quench a thirst that begins in hell’s stench
 
Proof that evil resides holding reign in deepest echoing halls
 
A coil from roses bloody innocence proclaimed through beauty
 
Lay it down at the cavern’s maw bringing creatures from the depths
 
Take compassion to tear it asunder from the veiled innocent breast
 
Inside is found the hideous heartbreak of lover’s scornfully betrayed
 
A harbinger of rapturous delusions reveals the folly of ages
First published in Opinions Of Eye
05102012

Dreamweaver – Nightmares of Abuse

“My father was one of those men who sit in a room and you can feel it: the simmer, the sense of some unpredictable force that might, at any moment, break loose, and do something terrible.
[Burnside, p. 27]”
John Burnside, A Lie About My Father: A Memoir 

The following is an excerpt from the hopeforhealing.org.,  poetry by survivors of sexual or domestic violence.

 

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Come, beckons the night,
Let us dance together, and chase the dream weaver
I am not laughing at you
It is only the laughter of the past
Rushing through your brain
 
I am harmless, why do you resist me so?
Pearls of wisdom are here within my walls
And peace offerings as well
Yet you quake at the sight of me
My power has not alluded you
 
Need I remind you?
You cannot resist me forever!
I am that necessary evil
Which recreates evil past
My nourishment lies in your screams
So, foolish one, scream on!
 
No one is listening, no one hears
Wake them; tell them of your sad tales
I will recapture them before your voice silences
But they will not find your persecutor
And will think you mad
 
Reach for the sun, it is hours ’til its’ dawn
As I am your punisher, it is your reward
However, for now I am your companion
Let us dance together, and chase the dreamweaver
Come, I beckon you
011912

My Thorns, My Gift

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I watch with envy
the flowers around me
they sway so freely
they seem so happy
so full of life
colorful and bright
but no not me
I have the devils horns on me
these thorns restrict me
no one picks me
no one seems to want me
they leave me out
saying I’m different
saying I seem so uptight
my mother tells me
I’m just not right
she told me to see my thorns
in a different light
how lucky
she says
you are
to have thorns
while all the flowers
seem so free
they are in major
danger
they seem happy
but it’s a lie
they are colorful and bright
but they have nothing inside
you have it all
for you have the ultimate gift
you have your thorns
which protect you
through the darkness of night
and the evilness in life
they will help you win
every fight
and you will get through
everything you face
just do what’s right
and hold onto your thorns
tight
and you will soon see
the light

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