Forked tongue spits death
thinly disguised as kindness.
Poison heart spews bile.
How is it that you
are by him so deeply loved,
yet feel only hate?
We found this snake in our yard…he’s beautiful and harmless – unlike the subject of this poem
Category: Poetry
Reaching for you with
Hands that are broken – I fail
Love – still out of reach.
Please come now I think I’m falling I’m holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere And I’m trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say Let me say
Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
maybe six feet Ain’t so far down
I’m looking down now that it’s over Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace I cried out heaven save me
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say Let me say
[x2] Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
maybe six feet Ain’t so far down
Sad eyes follow me But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me ‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me For you and me
Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
[x2] Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
maybe six feet Ain’t so far down
Please come now I think I’m falling I’m holding on to all I think is safe
Shaking inside I wake – afraid
and I stare into the darkness
wondering if you lie awake at night
and think about me….
Do you ever wonder if
you could have done better? Or
do you rest easy in your shroud of self-
righteousness and assume you are god?
Here is my heart…. take it
eat it…throw it away… break
it in two… love it… hate it…
just stop refusing to SEE it.
The rustling trees draw me in… I can hear my Dark Goddess calling me.
Walking barefoot down a familiar moonlit path… feeling the damp rotting leaves
under my feet… a mist gives way before me and I find her waiting for me-
beautiful, naked in a clearing her milky skin aglow with moonlight.
She bids me welcome to her temple and I kneel in worship; bowing
to the damp earth. So ancient is this place…so deep and so dark –
only moonlight is welcome here… moonlight which flashes against
the blade of her dagger – flashes to me, a willing sacrifice.
Willingly I give up my life to her and in death I dance – finally free.
Little girl, pigtails and blue-jeans
all muddy and smiling so big!
I love to watch you fling out your arms
and twirl in the sunshine. You see
the world through uniqe eyes that
accept with blind faith the beauty
and wildness of the world was created for you.
You know instinctively that joy is
your reason for being. You take delight
everywhere you find it and accept
without question that happiness is yours.
Perhaps I will come twirl with you today –
and you can show me the world through your eyes.
Fear blossoms in my chest
a familiar rose – black instead of red.
Each petal a knife.
I cannot shake this chill
this fingernails on a chalkboard
vibration in my bones.
I feel the knife twist deeper and
cannot even bring myself
to gasp in pain.
I am beyond surprise;
beyond shock. I am simply
accustomed.
Your eyes smile as you lick my
blood from your blade
holding your knife in one hand
and your bible in another.
Scribe, pharisee, hypocrite!
Who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come?
I watch your Judas lips drip poison
and I smile in polite fascination
pretending to agree.
I nod in the right places,
I make eye contact, I hope
my disgust is well hidden.
I can’t seem to follow this thread
this back and forth
this friendly banter.
I am not sure how this is
supposed to work… this friendship
this conversation.
I am lost in a sea of political correctness
and cannot convey the thoughts
simmering beneath my surface.
I allow you to lie in my face
and thank you for your
endless unabashed betrayals.
I don’t know why I protect
you from me. I owe
you nothing. Nothing!
Yet you take from me…
day after day you diminish me –
rendering me irrelevant.
I will not die here – buried
under the avalanche of
your words…your indifference.
I will shake this off and
find re-birth in the flame
of your disapproval.
There’s something out there that is calling to me.
I hear the voice clearly – haunting – chilling-alluring.
I long to follow… but I am so afraid.
It whispers, teases, shouts – and still I stand-
frozen and impotent.
When I break free of this I will run blindly
into that tantalizing music of freedom
and find my laughter waiting for me there.
I hear the rumbling in the distance and it calls to me…
Secrets whisper, then shout to be heard
Wind caresses – then punishes…
So turbulent… so peaceful.
I long to enter the storm and disappear.
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