Poet Introduction I wrote short stories at 7, poems by 12. For more than twelve years I was incapable of writing or singing - I was emotionally closed off to everything except living. Now, at 40, I've regained my voices and there is poetry and song in my life once more.
Looks can be devious I look strong, balanced, calm supposedly impervious Silence and Madness laugh hysterical at your naivete † Truth † Silence sighs, cries † never lies, never dies † Madness supposedly sets you free That never happened for me † Reality
Completely unwelcome I cannot send the shadows away To banish Silence and Madness I must exile myself † † Submission
It took a while to accept the frequent visitations ...
The clearing in the center of the ancient forest My world, where I danced and sang my words Flying free to the highest heights unrestrained Each letter, intonation, a product of divine soul Freeing sparks of holiness from below to Above This was my Garden of Eden, sweetest eternity
What happens when Heaven falls to The Silence?
Silence viciously smothered Words and Music Brought Paradise to desolate, apocalyptic ruins Frozen ashes fell from the gray, opaque heavens Impossible to run, each step weighted with pain ...
Itís 2019, for better or worse I hear the talk, read all the news † Watch parades, learn the proper terms †
People are more Ďwokeí than ever † Society demands lack of judgement † Everything is acceptable, itís all good † † I watch from afar at the hypocrisy † † If a boy proclaims heís gay † Suddenly he wants all the boys. † Post-game showers get strange † † If a girl announces sheís a lesbian † She immediately wants all the girls † It becomes a challenge to Ďturn herí † † If a person...
Sweet Sixteen in 1994, what a cosmic joke I was a girl in worlds that hated my existence Especially two white-pride boys, top of school society We all went to school together, then vo-tech I was far more intelligent, strike one for me A girl who didnít fall for their charm, strike two Semitic in a world of Aryans, strike three The first two strikes were easily evaded But the last one nearly cost me my life twice
Sixteen and studying to be a chef Girl in a manís world, already despised Bad enough I saw them in academics ...
The alleged crime, now confessed apologized for, begrudgingly forgiven in dual courts of public opinion and private blogs
You are free to go, you are declared irrelevant Gather your trampled reputation and leave It is impossible to erase the indelible stain seemingly forever attached to your name Yet the need to move on doesnít change
Voices crying for erasure Coo in condescending pardon We always believed in you Mistakes are only human To move up, you needed to fall down You will never be as adored Wrapping yourself in tatters of respect Not everyone will let you move on, ever
You are sorry for being so horrifically wrong For speaking so lightheartedly, carelessly There were no conscious thoughts of malice Or any thoughts, really, on reflection Lack of thought is fatal in this day and age. You realize the error of your ways This mistake will never happen again The world watches as you grovel at their feet.