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Why is the sky so silent

Thou shall not kill

Why is the sky so silent.Clouds hang around likejunkies. The sun, floatingmountebank,hidesslyly, and isas clever as helooks. On a black branchsits a crow, its ragged feathers aninsult todecorum. He pretends topreen, but gets on with his real business, the old amoral spy.We won’t find meaninghere, in this devil’s back-yard. One of the higherbranches lifts its bonyfingers in benediction or a curse,mockery of this alreadybur...

Locked

Trapped in time.

It is a windswept house; yetstill. The windowless walls areimpenetrable;the lone tenantdoesn’t botherto try thedoor, any more than she wouldaim a cameraat the skyto make sure it’s there. She has grown soused to this placeshe can remember no other; nordoes she want to. She does not hate the darkness, but turning off thelight would be like murdering thesun. When she stands nakedin front of hermirrorshe trembles withdesire,y...

She sits on dark grass

Pain that is too much to bear

She sits on darkgrass, like a migratingbird with a broken wing, calling his name.The moon,like a ball of brightwool,lazes softly in a tree’sfork,its feet hanging over intospace.She has chosen night for hertask because she is empty;there are no angels here.A light rainbeats its gentlerhythm on theleaves,a benighted squirrel jerks its hairy head, suspiciousof thesilence; andsheslipsslowlyaway.

The Owl

Red in tooth and claw

fat andfeathery-soft,deceptively weightless;he floats, a skilful sackful ofether,on invisiblewaves.he silhouettes againstthe moon’s palecircle, growing with his deadlydescent.and in each of his watchfuleyes the image of a blackrat,fearless yetunwaryprey,fills all his vision.as he swoops tomurder, a raucous cryrips open the black star-pockedsky-dome; the cold beak tears alsothe warm living flesh,and gives the lieto angels...

angels : do you believe

do you believe in angels

(10/3/14) It was the first thing put on GODS list So why do we question if angels exist? They are his soldiers the guardians of earth They have been here since humanities birth, And since the world began giving GOD a helping hand. Like everything in life it is a chain of command That all of us should understand. Not all who perish get their wings You had to accomplish certain things Trying to keep the commandments of GOD...

As I stopped and listened for sound at the door I knocked and called her name once more A soft cry followed by a bump and crash I started to pray as I fell to my knees When someone opened the door with the keys My eyes first saw the blood all over the floor Running like a river to the open door Blood on the walls The ceiling The tub Laying in a heap on the floor not making a sound She lay with her face down Trying C.P.R I...

No Time

Too late

I stood on the bridge;the hand in my pocket holding thewatch you gave me before you died.it sat there alone in its perspiringwomb. the dark was more thannight; it squeezed through mypores. the glass grinned sheepishly, like a drunken mourner, and the numbersfell about likehailstones; but it was the hands that lifted an Accusing finger. as I looked down, a darker Me thanI looked up,and made me see that it wasIwho had empti...

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Cold Mother

The darkness of regret

She sits alone in the turgiddarkness, her swollen breastsfull as a gourd, empty assin; missing his boneless gums. She weeps, but no tearscome; she is dry as tumble-weed. Herbelly opens like a Venus fly-trap tocapture one of those wrinkled little bodies, but there is no goingback. The darkness has takenhim.The mirror throws back a cowering dwarf, leering and grim. Her face peekstimidly from behind hishump. She can think of...

Who

The unanswered question.

Her face barely above the waterThe dead girl floated like a poisoned fish.Her eyes, which had given up beingHuman, were locked like a safe. Her tentacled and deliberate hairGesticulated with silent slow-motion Hopelessness, as though she wantedTo tell her tale, but the numbness ofDeath prevented her. Silence was the only noise she made. The sun prickled the surface with itsVotive-light spangles; while the moon Was draggin...

The Promise

The old story of love and betrayal

A promise from my lover isthe glass upon the floor,broken by my lover and hisdirty, fucking whore. A promise from my lover isthe glass beneath my feetwhich cuts me and unfolds to me my lover’s black deceit. A promise from my lover isthe blood that wakes the dead,and dyes the hems of my long skirtin shades of dirty red. A promise from my lover is the vine that curls betweenmy bloody toes, and then it growsin places all uns...

is suicide the answer

the contemplation of suicide

A cut above, a cut below- suicide can be very slow Peer pressures are getting to you- is this the only thing that you can do? For your family and friends now come the burdens and tears Not knowing you had those fears. How do you think your family and friends will survive? Not knowing your life was on the line. You see the blood draining from your wrists Asking yourself: why did I do this? Second thoughts are now too late...

They had plans They were going to get a place together Start a big family Open a bookstore They have planned it all for years Then it got taken away He saw an innocent girl and took her life Over $20 in cash and a credit card As her girlfriend sat by her bedside, she said, Don't weep for me when I am gone I'll be here, always Live the life we planned Open the store and call it the Reading Corner Have the family we always...

Giving Up

Yeah, whatever.

I’m not doing this any more.I’m giving up,witness me!Giving up. No more trying for me.Why should I? Everything goes wrong. Love, lust, work.Might as well give up on life.Or at least this life.Get me a new one,forget this shit.Relocate, quit this country.Get somewhere else,just fuck off,who cares about independence, anyway?Start another business,or continue with the old.Make jewellery and sell it.I hear women like jeweller...

My Anna

RIP Anna

My Anna, why did you choose to leave me? The answer I may never know. So with a heavy heart I try to come to terms with that you are gone. Anna my Anna, as children we were always together. Even when not in the same room you were not very far from me. We were like twins only from different parents. My Anna, we always had the support of each other. When papa went off on his many work deeds, he knew we were always thick as ...