Month: February 2016

Best Friend Rape

 

i told them i was raped.

“How awful.” They said.
“What can we do.” They said.
“We’ll be here for You.” They said.

I told them i was raped.

“What’s going on?” They said.
“so Sad and Withdrawn.” They said.
“The Old you is Gone.” They said

I told them I was raped.

“you have to Forget.” They said.
“Be Happy again.” They said.
“you’re nobody’s Friend.” They said.

I told them I Was raped.

“you may be Confused.” They said.
“We don’t Know the Truth.” They said.
“Are you Sure He Forced you.” They said.

I Told them I Was raped.

“But He was A Friend.” They said.
“Men will be Men.” They said.
“What Did you Expect” They said.

I Told them I Was Raped. No.
I Told them, he. Raped. Me.

“It. Hurt.” I said.
“But It Hurts So Much More,” I said,
“More that my friends,” I said,
“Would Rape Me Again.”

Free

Come with me a while

Rest your weary mind.

Smiling is exhausting

If it’s hiding what’s inside.

 

Stay with me a moment

And let your body breath.

Poise becomes oppressive

It’s the only thing they see.

 

Play with me a pleasure

And close your tired eyes.

Seeing is a business

But feeling moves our lives.

 

Sit with me in present

And let your spirit be.

Protection is illusion.

Love is all we need.

A Peter Pan Kind Of Love

 

I try not to make a big deal,

not to hold you too tight when we hug.

Cannot say what it means

just knowing your being,

have to try not to make such a fuss.

 

I pretend that I’m perfectly stable,

like a four legged stainless steel table,

like I’ve done all my growing

and learned all my knowing,

have to prove that I’m perfectly able.

 

I have to make you think it’s me.

Slight rejection shows strength in a being.

So I sell you aloof like a gold-plated tooth,

just the shell of a tasteless deceiving.

 

But you must know the truth or I’ll die.

Just this once I will break from the lie:

I need you too greatly,

dependent innately,

I cherish you so much I cry.

 

So you see that I can’t make a fuss,

live in fear that I need your sweet hugs.

But I know that I do,

after all it is you,

and I’m sure that I love you too much.

 

 

Three Merry Men

 

i Spoke to a woman

aBout a young woman

a Young woman Raped by three Men.

Three men had taken

a Virgin forsaken

but Nothing the Young woman Said.

So sad was she

so diSturbed that she be

that the Doctors would One day deFine,

a Once merry girl

merry Men had disturbed

merry Men that had Stolen her Mind.

now the Young girl is gone

and the Three men move on

– Merry as Ever they Be

while the One girl is gone

many Others live on

plucking Young girls like Fish from the Sea.

Our Everythings

He is. She is. My Autumn. My Spring.

She is. He is. My thirst. My pain.

He is. She is. What life. I live.

She is. He is. My world. My everything.

LossIsALotToLose,

AndToLoseItAllIsLost.

You can never prepare for the loss

When their life is ALL that you want.

The day that you’ve prepared yourself adequately, to lose the one you love, is the day you forfeit everything, nothing will ever soften this. nothing. ever. enough.

 

In a canopy of green

in a canopy of green

i hide away from you

i sit there perched just like a bird

looking out for others who

in a canopy of green

sit idly by in fear

for snakes that crawl up tree trunks tall

so silent they can’t hear.

that a canopy of green

is shaking in the breeze

our echoes dance in whispered chants

but all you see are leaves

sweet canopy of green

ill wrap myself with you

my legs entwined with your divine

my arms now branches too.

another canopy of green

i’ll climb into the sky

never fearing what’s below me

knowing now that i can fly.

above a canopy of green

no longer hidden in her leaves

still i wonder what i left behind

who’s perched inside my tree

I wanted to give you my heart.

I wanted to write you a song,

but all I had left in my heart,

Was a pillow of tears I had cried all the years that I waited while we were apart.

I wanted to sing you a tune,

but all I had left in my throat,

Was the gasping of air choking back all the fear that this magic was merely a hoax.

I wanted to hold you to me.

Now all I have left in my mind,

Are the memories fading sweet embers evading the legacy you left behind.

I wanted to show you my dreams,

but you knew them all in a glance.

Now you’ve tainted me dearly left wounded severely here hopelessly praying on chance.

I wanted to chase you away,

to preserve what was pure in our hearts,

But you showed me this dream is alive in our being and nothing can tear us apart.

I wanted to show you my heart,

so I stood there my armor aside,

And you shielded me softly your love has engulfed me for you I have waited my life.

Prayer for Humanity

Shack a shell-shock and set a deadlock free

from a dead man walking through society

Let the moonshine freely So the good girl taste

What the poor man’s buying From the rich man’s waste.

Let the price be weary Of the cost She paid

And let his head fall deerly In the bled he made.

Listen to the rhythm learn the rhythm of the game

Be guided by the innocent from innocence we came.

Beat an out-mate and set an inmate free

from a time entangled in hypocrisy

Let the color palate fade So the black man sees

What the brown girl stomachs From the white man’s greed

Let the law be leery Of a crime by name

But let a name be burdened by its weight in shame.

Listen to the rhythm learn the rhythm by its name.

Be guided by the innocent from innocence we came.

Hear a heartbeat and let the silence fade

on a scar still bleeding from a cry in vain

Let the faith flow freely So the lines we made

In the sand be buried By the games we played

Let truth hold water So the thirsty bathe

But let the bath be shallow If its just to save.

Listen to the rhythm learn the rhythm of the pain

Be guided by the innocent from innocence we came.

Hold a hand up And help a blind man see

what she can’t imagine if they can’t be free

Let the powder be pure So the sinner be clean

But if the dirt is poor Then let the earth grow lean

Let our breath be heavy So the love we make

Satisfy the hunger of a righteous sake

Listen to the rhythm let the rhythm lead the way

Be guided by the innocent from innocence we came.

Tell a story straight but let the truth be gay

For if God is Love, then for love we pray.

Let the mighty be high So to see the grave

Let the privilege be vision So thyself they save

Let the paper feed mouths-Let the mouths speak free

-Let the free be guided By the light to see

Listen to the rhythm it’s within us everyday

Be guided by your innocence from innocent you came.

Eyes & Toes and the Fire

cautious Eyes and careless Toes went walking through the Fire

Eyes cried out, We must turn back! But Toes stepped further faster

Eyes began to water – Toes became inflamed

Toes began to blister  – Eyes witnessed all the pain

blurry Eyes and blackened Toes fell deep into the Fire

Eyes cried out, We can’t turn back! But Toes just ran in circles

Eyes began to shutter – Toes calloused from the pain

Toes began to push ahead – Eyes couldn’t see the way

weary Eyes and tired Toes kept pushing through the Fire

Eyes cried out, There’s too much smoke! but Toes kept stepping forward

Eyes began to wither – Toes listened for a sign

Toes began to feel the way – Eyes trusted without sight

Open Eyes and Conscious Toes emerged from out the flames

Eyes cried out, I see the light!  Toes danced along the way.

Eyes began to feel the world – Toes could see the change.

Toes walked away with Vision  – Eyes understood Blind Faith.

Dark Days

These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Fingers pointed out in blame.

Fingers pointing out with hate.

Reflections clear but still distorted,

When seeing lies with the beholden.

These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Pity fails to garnish aid,

Just steely judgment and dismay.

Only troubled with the me,

a flock of me-s fly recklessly.

These are scary days, scary days still haunting me.

He who sleeps out in the cold.

She who sleeps in his bed, not her own.

They that starve for knowledge, knowing only lack of option.

They that starve for substance, constant hunger ever often.

These are scary days. But better days will follow these.

Only embers of love can survive the fuel of hate.

Only tales of our kindness will survive our mortal fate.

Because those left to remember, shall prescribe the story of thee

Who gave their life, to become light, to shine hope on the spirit’s need.

Live for better days. Love will always promise these.