THE SECOND AND THIRD TAKE

A childhood demanded routine
A daily mop and clean;
An abusive mother
Mean and selfish brothers;
Backbiting within the fam
Trying to figure out just who I am;
Encouraged tiffs
If only it were a myth;
Like a Merry Go Round
Nonstop dysfunction is found;
We carry on what the prior generations gave
Not knowing how to truly behave;
Like a 45 round and round spins
When does it end and how did it begin?
The actions will indicate
It’s not something you can fake
Or imagination create
With every second and third take
The poison cycle you must break.

A SIMPLE GOAL

Childhood trauma
Causes adult nonstop drama;
Thoughts from the past
That you weren’t able to surpass;
Unrecognized anger that’s stored away
Taunts my mental every single day;
Situations become tough
Am I not good enough?
Not knowing how to attain a simple goal
Sits me in a psychological hole
What’s even my role?
At times I cry
Sit and wonder why
The difficulty I bear to try;
That perky backpack
Has turned into a withered knapsack;
Like a record playing round and round
I  yearn to be found;
We carry our inner secrets
Full of unnecessary regrets.

ATTITUDE THREAD

After a thousand years of age
I’m sporting the same wage;
In alphabet soup
That’s sure to throw you for a loop;
Always one step ahead
Wearing that same attitude thread
Puts you into solitude isolation instead;
As we grow
We need to know;
Allow individuals to speak
Their words will define the journey they seek.

A BIT OF HEAVEN

A little bit of a heaven
In a piece a bread with leaven;
A tiny morsel here and there
Only to compare;
A green salad toss
My favorite spaghetti sauce;
A pizza pie
And we don’t know why;
Although we’re not sold
Food has us feeling old;
Simple sugars
Preservatives and fillers;
Synthetics
Antiemetics;
The glutens in the bread
Result in a pain dread;
Tastes that are rather intriguing
Can leave your body fatiguing.

THE ALMIGHTY ROCKS

As I peak through the fountain
I see the eyes of the Mountain;
In her glorious sheen
So serene;
The strength in her soul
In her inherited life role;
Her internal power is that of an ox
Coming from a lineage of almighty rocks;
A character that’s immense
Her storm intense;
Although at times she may be confined in chains
She manages to overcome her pain;
The zeal for life increases
As she continues to pick up the pieces;
Drowning inside a cement cast
As was in the past
With each and every new task
Now life is a blast!

THE PATH

Put it in gear
The end of an era is near
No, I’m not going to tell you what you want to hear;
As it appears
Many consequences are unclear;
In a world that is insincere
This rapid changing atmosphere
Where will the path lead from here?

THE PLATTER SEVERE

Zero spirituality
Lacks morality;
Loves the scent of fear
Nonstop serving on the platter severe;
No disregard for wrong or right
The glibness shines bright;
Thinking they are the Savior
Unable to control their behavior;
Aggression is off the charts
Cunning and one step ahead smart;
To make one suffer gives them a drug high
The lack of empathy is how they get by;
Of course
There’s no remorse;
A parasitic lifestyle
Manipulative all the while;
Irresistible and an uncontrollable liar
He is no member of the Sunday morning choir
A monster for hire;
The secret wrath
The inner mind of a psychopath.

 

NOTHING TO LOSE

Don’t sit there in attitude spoil
Dip yourself in invigorating oil;
Don’t be soft
Let all of the negativity slide off;
Ignore the antagonistic spews
You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose.

THE FALLING BOULDER

Silence
The inner screaming violence;
Sweaty palms
Anxiously reciting Bible Psalms;
A heavy heart beating
Scoping a safe place for retreating
Quietly pleading
The feeling totally defeating;
Constantly looking over your shoulder
Anticipating the falling boulder;
The invisible knot in your throat
That “Please Help Me” note;
Invisible eyes secretly lurking
An uncontrollable panic jerking;
Although not all the same
It can psychologically mame;
It’s unclear
The anatomy of fear.

THE PRICE OF FAME

A SPIRIT THAT IS DARK AND LOST MUST PAY THE PRICE AT FULL COST.

The act of a murder, the actual taking of another’s life, has forced many people into the limelight of popularity. Charles Manson, The Menendez Brothers, Ted Bundy, Andrew Cunanan, The Unabomber, and Richard Ramirez, just to name a few, were not public figures until they committed their heinous crimes.

Like the fanatics of a popular singer or rock band, these individuals are honored and revered. Random women seek these men. These women choose them as a lifetime partner. Yes as their husbands!

What is the sinister thought behind such a misguided decision? Is this all done for the price of some delusional fame? Just who would be secure enough to forfeit their safety and security for a life of confinement and uncertainty? What about the eternal loneliness? Unless there is a miracle pardon from our sweet Jesus, these men don’t have a prayer. No prayer equals no release.

Is it worth being known as the famous notorious Mrs. Killer Convict? Is it really worth it?