Arduous Ascension

Don’t let yourself fall privy to excuses,
butter up your bruises,
abuses will slip from the surfaces they cruise;
and the crisis your fighting is lying,
those arms are made for flying,
no crying or reality denying;

Aimed for over the moon but it’s tricky,
the target isn’t sticky,
picky choices make your skin feel really icky;
and no, it’s not all in your head,
you really heard what was said,
what led you to find comfort amongst dread;

Treaded on the path that’s much less traveled,
looks like thickened quicksand but its gravel,
cavil comments won’t make the truth quickly unravel;
each step is heavy, but it’s made,
trust, be not afraid
hindsight to reveal you’re really glad you stayed.

Literary Cluster Pt .5

I. When you wish upon a star
no one tells you its a sham
makes no difference who you are
the whole thing is just a scam

II.
Just because I’m not heard
doesn’t mean I’ll resort to silence
There is always violence
But it spurs no results so I’ll
pursue the enlightened guidance
that I’m provided
Instructed to scream it all out
and without out a doubt
I’ll attract tons of nonsense
It’ll reign on my conscience
That I have to be honest
Only one road to obtain solace
promises
I’m not just a novice
experience has shown me your hand
revealed all your plans
and risked your demands

III.

And I’ll take them to the grave
Every secret that I’ve saved
Of all the hidden wrongs and rights
And hasty choices that I’ve made
The consequences made me brave

IV.
How do I let go if I didn’t know I was holding on in the first place?
How do I forget those chocolate brown eyes
if I didn’t notice I memorized your face?
How do I erase memories that changed who I am and everything I have become?
How do I live with pretending to know nothing of who you are or where you’re from?

V.

Hey there sour puss

What’s with the puckered face

Got your self a taste of bitter

In this wicked, wicked place

Tongue a little pinched and punched

Eyes squint, filled with wet despair

Mindless drones will send you home

But its no better there

VI.
I caught a flight down to Georgia
tried to get my bearings back
Stepped off the plane and felt the
heat trickle from my forehead to my collar bone
It was muggy
But it meant I felt something
Something other than the arrow to my
heart
because all I ever feel is pain
Its the easiest thing to feel
So there I was
standing in what I could only assume some
form of hell felt like
Dehydrating flames
Draining my moisture without movement
and all I could think to do was
get back on that plane and face everything
that I was running from

Villainous Influence

Tell me more of those desires

Ice the cake with charming wit

Loosened lips set ships afire

Give me more, a tat for tit

Liase with the good for nothings

Bathe in tears of soft-willed meek

Splendid swims amongst cold-hearted

Makes for natural rosy cheeks

Dip your toe into the lava

Ruin silence with a fiddle

Flirt along a cliffside edge

C’mon, why not give in a little

Forever Goodnight

Sing me to sleep, mama
way deep down to rest
Pressed against your chest

Sing me to sleep, mama
melodic tones to sway
warming voice while still I lay

Sing me to sleep, mama
wrapped so tight, in blankets plenty
one more minute turns to twenty

Sing me to sleep, mama
ready not to let me go
heartbeat thumps a steady slow

Sing me to sleep, mama

Holding Fallacy

One time I caught a lie with my bare hands;
right from her lips, she let it slip.
Still soaking whet, it sliced right through the air,
it was aimed right at me,
and in unnatural instinct
I put up my hands and caught it, mid-strike.
Right through my palms, it pierced me
and embedded my soul, causing an immediate bloody chaos
that ran towards my arms and at the floor;
heavy on ignore, trying to understand
how her fib was physically in my hands.
Actuality a victim of shattered mentality,
fallacy slits the nape of her neck when
she regurgitates and spews each
deception my way,
and in unnatural instinct,
with a bloodied soul and pierced palms,
the glass from the mirror clanged to the floor;
the liar she was,
a liar no more.

Flee

I had to take off running ’cause he came right for my light
the flame inside my chest, the hope I cling onto at night
he wore me down with words until my walls lowered to earth
he shattered all the windows of my fortress, made from birth
he filled my halls and attic with the loudest sound of doubt
and painted “can’t” and “won’t” along the walls, from in to out
I had to take off running cause he came right for my light
the ache that keeps me going when I want to throw the fight

Within This Realm

It was kismet
the way the grey kissed the sky
Flush with the tears from the gods up high
The mist squeezed eagerly from the pregnant clouds
rogue drops hitchhiking on the coat tails of the wind
along the bend of the mountain tops
mist turned to sleet and fell at the feet of the
royal oaks the lined the richest banks of the
loneliest rivers
A quiver of Zeus’s breath sent a fresh gust
of scented earth shooting across the face of the planet
As the clouds slept along the edge of the heavens
peace rained heavily amongst the soil

Soiled

Stained soil
covers the blistered feet of the oppressed
whose stress amounts
to endless
graves
out of sight
out of mind
On borrowed time
born of flesh instead of feathers
Because feathers would mean
freedom
But the tracks pressed
deep into bloodied
earth prove capturing
Stuck only to what is known
without the strength or the
support to break the chains
the patterns of
obtuse abuse
until the screams escape
the long blocked larynx
that no longer
no more
will backs be broken
no more choking on submission
without asking questions
but a rise
like the crops planted with
calloused palms
to the pinnacle’s crest
where the only ones who rest
have been buried beneath the soil
from where the journey first began

Tough

She trekked through the tall thick grass

Not knowing it was made glass

As the feeling to her limbs had been numb for years

Countless hours heaving Mother’s weight

Her youth needy

And the palms of the greedy itching for their dues 

So she pressed on

aches turned trivial overtime 

to a shelterless comparison

A frigid cold night on a bench in former years warned her well

So each day she trekked through the tall thick grass

Not knowing it was made glass

Complaining

I’ve struggled hard to have the nothing that I have right now;

pushed past my limits, taken bullets to the chest. Somehow

I’m still breathing on my own; can’t take it easy now,

because as soon as I let up, straight down I’ll start to plow.

Often, I binge on wind and water to adjust my fate;

trick my body and my mind to think it’s not too late;

go hungry evening after evening, but my kids, they ate;

tuck them in, then eat the leftovers right off of their plate.

Someone called me lucky once, something about I’m still young;

to just “hold on”, that I’d “pull through if I would just keep strong.”

Rolled off his lips like he was singing lyrics from a song.

He’d never seen a struggle, didn’t know that broke lasts long.

Working after hour after hour, less than minimum wage;

check-to-check living, trapped in a social economical cage;

stifled rants and petty names brewing a terrible rage

spawned anxious habits, made it difficult for me to engage;

but I stayed silent, lost my voice to let the bigger ups win.

I trail a path where high hopes flare and then depress me again.

I still won’t quit, despite the battle, I’ll give my hundred and ten.

When empty handed, I’ll complain about it all with my pen.