So much has been right,
Of which we do not
Want to loose sight;
But to ignore the wrong
Makes the hurt
Last too long.
.
Agawela 3.15.2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021
Category Archives: abuser
The Silence of Thorns
No longer
May I live
Near human
People so politely
Ignorant I scream
Uncaring civilized
And cry wailing
Too much and
Not enough bereft
Of the Veil
Some days all nights
Continuously calling
Screaming despair
While writing
While sewing
While making love
While mending
While wandering silent
Creating reasons
Of disillusioned basic
Belief agreement
Thinking unacceptable
Discordant weeping
While cooking sleeping
Other beings cringe
Shrinking from
My broken primal
Screaming wailing
Cries follow me
My own meteor tail
Of illuminated grief
What will never be
Yet waves flow
Rippling eternal
Illusion adorns my
Body as garments
Woven from despair
Sorrowing siren calls
I may never find the
Echoing perimeter
Of pain heartache
Buzzing louder
Harmonic pulses
Louder scream song
Enduring in the shouted
Silence continuously
I wail Anguish
Impenetrable
This barrier of Banshee
Screeching thorns
.
Agawela 03-13-2021
ⓒBearspawprint2021
Final False Witness
I have
Been advised
That boot
Strap pulling
Up would
Be my
Salvation
If only
I put
Real effort
Into smiles
And winks
And wiggles
Perhaps I
Can use
The bootstraps
Wrapped twice
Around to
Pull myself
Up I
Will have
No use
For laceless
Boots when
I am
Pulled up
To the
Proper stratum
Will you
Find it
Acceptable
For me
To do the
Pulling up
From your
Front hoe
The excessive
Burden of
Useless weight
Won’t stress
Your back
Already carried
By the tractor
Will you
Be compensated
Enough
For your
Bother if
A message
About your
Infinite generosity
Your compassion
Is written
In big letters
Thus protecting
Your stalwart
Reputation
You did
The best
You could
May I borrow
Your block
And tackle
I could
Jump from
The come
Along lever
I know
You don’t
Like for
Me to
Intrude in
Your space
Or plans
But it’s
Just once
And I
Have nowhere
I won’t
Ever ask
Again
I might
Have to
Tie my
Boot straps
To the
Tie-off rope
I shall
Do all
Set up
And arranging
But no
Matter what
I am sorry
You will
Be stuck
With some
Clean up
But it
Is just
This one
Time finally
Pulled up
By my
Bootstraps
And you
Can gossip
With whomever
You like
After all
You have
Suffered
Sacrificed
Tolerated
You deserve
To be allowed
This final
False witness
Agawela May 21, 2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
Found in an old file
Hollow Flesh
.
.
His flesh is empty.
His voice is
The Black Wind
Carrying no message.
Behind his eyes
Linger screams
Of children,
Destroyed.
His ears are stoppered
With deceit and lies.
He is death
Clothed in
Platitudes.
He is Hollow Flesh.
.
Agawela 05/19/2019
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