Posts Tagged ‘child abuse’

HERO

Posted: March 14, 2014 in Poetry
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As a boy I lived

With the Incredible Hulk

What the other boys would give
But they know not his way
He/d just smash & sulk
Hulk was married to Jean Grey

Before she became Phoenix

Jean was having an affair
With a young Scott Summers

Black-eye make him Cyclops

Hulk angry no-matter/ he say
Smashing things
Smashing people
Smashing lovers

Those days I was Daredevil

Didn/t see Banner much then
Jean would constantly cry
Silently scream out why
Psychic nails through my mind
Already a stuntman

I became Batman

Plotted & contrived devices
Dug deep caves under madness
Ages I lived in darkness
Forgot old tears
Discovered new fears
Growing strange over years

I became a Doctor Strange

Spoke invocations
Experienced possessions
Performed exorcisms
Grew tired of being strange
Held disdain for the dark
Gathered my hero loot
Bought glasses like Clark

Guess who/s Superman

Constructed a new suit
Red cape & all
& out the blue
Up, up, & away I flew

Fly like you/ll never fall

sodom-Y

Posted: July 22, 2013 in Poetry
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You better let them walk away
While you still have a warm house to burn down
Best watch what it is you may say
They learn to recognize truth found in sound

Could’ve been exposed long ago
Perhaps by a hand a bit more friendly
Sharpened by this abyss they’ve known
Their tongues now serpents, no smile goes gently

Slither through the semen you spent
Tinkered toys touched timidly; dirty times
Hand delivered & to hell sent
Disguise our lies with lullabies & rhymes

How holy these thoughts of the head
Thoughts through which words become a battle cry
God pays no mind just like you said
You chose our hell, so we choose when you die

 

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Heard you tell a good story

I guess, forget my memory

…now I remember

Seeing either the back of you

Or the back of your hand

Never a good look at the face

There will be no fair trial for you

The police sketch I’ll trace

I am awake

I can still see the pictures hanging

Feel them looking down on me

The air so clean, so quiet

So simply deceiving

Hiding horrors while fans just echo

Listening; knowing sleep would be soon

& that stale room

Never forget that room

I am awake

Remember being strapped down

In a room with no windows

Other than the one on the door

Covered with a piece of paper

Blank & taped &

Secured from the other side

A doctor finally came

He had a real colorful tie

I am awake

& the fever that builds & burns

Everything; incinerating

Everything, in its wake

Can not even speak its name

Once exorcised

Its reach is legion

For a mighty foe I have made

Fear will give it reason

I am awake

& the anxiety that crashes from crescendo

Living, running, knowing

Any moment may be the last

Breath breathed freely

& the streets are never far behind

But you can’t stop

Like the power of Christ compels you

Better off in the padded room

Nothing but time to think it through

I am awake

The concrete madness

Of thieves & rapists & murderers

& a guy that tried

To staple children to the floor

A horror show where everyone is a maestro;

A virtuoso; connoisseur of the cuisine

Friendships reduced to potato chips

Where all there is, is a dream

I am awake

& those sad faces we lost

Forever slipped through the sands of time

& to think it was all so simple

You just get what you give

Bodies demised, bruised & riddled

Now memories in sacristies

Never to fully live

Only here to take

But now we are awake…

Fire of the Phoenix pt.1

Posted: November 28, 2012 in Poetry
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You better let me walk away

While you still have a warm house to burn down

Best watch what it is that you say

For I know the true signature of sound

 

Could of exposed you long ago

But wasn’t blessed to burn yet so brightly

Sharpened by this abyss I’ve known

My smile now a serpent not so friendly

 

Laughed as the light of my life wept

Tinkered toy that tailored your dirty times

Funny how fire forged from regret

Alliterates your fate; forget sweet rhymes

 

How holy the thoughts of your head

Remember you said, “Maybe God don’t mind?”

God was left for dead in your bed

You chose my hell so I choose when you die