MOTHER

With crimson lips and razor tongue,

you have become everything that I thought I have undone.

Painful memories, lingers still, as you look upon me with eyes of ice.

A hate dwells in that heart so black, hard to believe I thought of you twice.

Debilitating concepts, annihilating mind, dreams to destroy me.

I fear that heart, that mind, that soul, that deem to tear. My, how droll.

Your hate seems so mundane to me, how can you deny a daughter's destiny?

You have no idea how much pain you have brought,

A mortal bane that should be shot.

Get over it and open your eyes, to the one you despise.

You have missed much of my development throughout the years,

The losses, pains and tears.

Oddly, I cannot hate the one that gave birth, even with all the aches.

I say I love you and I get nothing as a response.

Cold heart, perhaps lost forever.

Just go away from my thoughts and perhaps I shall be alright.

INTERNAL STORM

Screw the morn and the storms.

Scream out as each thunder claps,

turn your face upwards to receive the lighting, the chaos an endless

mess of sight, sounds, feelings.

Static bring hair on end, shivers as

The cold rain pelts down upon your sadness drenched soul.

Threatening to hide the sun.

To consume the light and spit out

the dark in return.

Forever, shall the rains come, forever and a day.

And if and when that rain does end, shall I rejoice?

Or shall I weep tears of utter pain?

My confusion is that of a storm, two of one and one of two.

if you dare to try the shoe........you would wish you had never.

REALITY

Why does Reality punch you in the gut and walk away laughing?

Why is she a bitter thing?

Is it a sadistic pleasure she partakes of?

If it is, to my chagrin, then she is the bitch of my life, my soul, my being.

Reality kicks me.

She pierces my life.

Ah the bitter pill I swallow with each waking moment.

The pill I swallow when I sleep.

Reality has hit me to the point of no return, almost.

A shred still lingers to hope.

Let us just see how long it lasts.

If it grows.

The intensity of it all knocks me off my feet.

What did I do to the bitch that hounds me?

That torments me?

That takes gleeful pleasure in my pains and sorrows?

I know not these answers to my questions.

All I know is that Reality has a way of punching you in the gut and walks away laughing.

LOOKING OUT FOR YOUR OWN

Was there ever a thing called looking out for your own?

What does it mean anyways?

Is it done for respect or for other purposes?

If there is a thing as looking out for your own, it's dead now.

Too many out there are corrupt. willing to turn in their own mother for a quick buck.

Life is ending as we speak.

The greed of man rises as the concern falls.

IS IGNORANCE PAIN OR BLISS

Ignorance is bliss someone said to me one day.

Why is it bliss?

Why would you want to be unknowing?

Knowledge is power.

INNOCENCE LOST

We are born unto this world. Unknowing, unseeing.

Oblivious to the pains and heartaches.

Oblivious to the joys and pleasures.

Oh gentle innocence of one so young.

Each year we grow each year we die.

Innocence lost little by little.

We reach adulthood the joys of childhood gone.

Responsibilities gained the play repressed.

We age with hopes of wisdom.

Shown disappointments.

With luck the bitterness warded off.

We reach a stage of childhood returns.

Frivolous splurges. Mid-life crisis.

Fears proven, dreams lost.

Life comes full circle. Dying quickens.

Unknowing unseeing, innocence regained.

End looms over us darkening our lives.

Nothing, innocence lost forever, in the end.

HELL

I looked upon the face of hell.

It beckons, seduces, terrorizes.

The fear of man is thricefold.

Evil, malevolence, horror.

Beauty, grace, power.

Traditional ideals shatter.

New ideals are born.

Hell takes us never to return whole.

We all live in our own personal hell.

Fears, sins, disgraces.