Silence Me

These thoughts suffocate me
In time
Letting them out kills the world
One word at a time
Building my own demise
Please, step aside
Don’t listen or coincide
Just keep walking by
No questions No answers
Just a lack of hellos and
Goodbyes
A dreamer? I see her, there
In the corner – slipping deeper
Please love – keep her
Dedicating, soliciting –lives
And no longer anticipating
The love and hate we create
Belonging and oblonging to each
Our own let us leave
The madness & sadness
Where are we?

Reflections

Memories are mirrors into our pasts,

They hold frames of their own
Picking – telling us half truths and
Whole lies – ultimately following us
To our demise,

Looking back and seeing only what
We salvaged of a time and place

We can never get back,

Reflections create the regressed behaviors
That a child like adult shares
Bringing change – emotional
Hardships and ultimately the

Growth beyond…

Not a Friend

Life just isn’t something that fits the description of fair
Especially when you come from a background of poverty and despair.
It’d be easier with a pretty face or if life had a button called delete or
Backspace.

When I was little home was never my favorite place. I needed an escape.
I needed to be able to run away. I had to find the strength through the bruises
To pull through, the beatings I endured were no mistake.

I kept my head held high in school. I never let strangers in to see what I was going through.
Counselors, doctors, cops, and DHS finally broke through and that’s when they took me away.
Took me away from you.

We’ll call you by your name so everyone knows it’s never ok
If domestic abuse comes to play, you shouldn’t stick around. He’s not there to be your friend, he’s not.
He’s not there to play at all.

Keep in Touch

Personally & mentally confused,
Abused, amused, tickled, &
Fucked beyond belief…

Can I pick myself up, dust off
And count my life worth the
Debt? Should I just slit my wrists
And turn in my time card to God
Now? Fuck it, heaven or hell wouldn’t
Take me. I’ll just stay here…
At least one more day…

I pop Vicodin and coke, sometimes I
Just stop the meds and hit the
Ground runnin’ with this pen-
I write my best with the pain, meds
Just cover it up & fuck my words up.

I’m tired of popping these meds
I want my life back, I want these
Words to soothe my soul again

Jesus

Past Present Future

I heard of a man who has no voice, face, or hands
But has the love of His only son’s blood
Stained upon His hands.
~
I met a man who has no voice, face, or hands
But loves us so much he gave
His only son
~
I know a man who has no voice, face, or hands
But loves us all the time, no matter what the crime
I know a man that:
Has no face, but he knows mine
Has no voice, but we talk all the time
Has no hands, but he holds mine
~
I fell in love with this man I know
He loves me ‘n you both
He’s the life saver on this sinking boat
We call life
His name is Jesus Christ

Hey Mom We Love You

We love you no matter what
Even when we’re actin’ like butts
We know you love us too
That’s why this rhyme was written for you

You’re our mom all the time
Even when we’d like to deny
We love you and that’s
The way it’s always gonna be.
Just you and we three.

We’re all gonna grow up so fast
It seems like yesterday you
Were standing at the end of
Granny’s drive
Waiting on that bus to bring
Us back!

Where has the time gone?
Look at us now.
Where will we be
In a few years from now?
It doesn’t matter
You’re still our mom to be
Just you and we three.
We love you no matter what
Even when we’re drivin’ you nuts
We know you love us too
That’s why this rhyme was written for you!

Ha Fuck it all up!

Sexually & Physically abused
Mentally amused
Sittin’ here lookin’ at or rememberin’ you…
If I’m smilin’ – you better worry
Wonder and start askin’ why
Cause it means I’m comin’ for your ass
Worse than karma, bad lucky charms, or
The skeletons in the fuckin’ closet
I make Friday the 13th look like
Your birthday- I’ll take away
Everything you love and say “fuck it all”
I have nothing to lose, makes me the
Most dangerous motherfucker you ever met.
I can be your worst enemy or you
Soul mate just let me get this Vicodin
In me we’ll see what today is gonna
Bring for your ass. 9-11 wasn’t anything
We didn’t deserve, what about
All the lives we’ve taken in the past?
Oh, it happened to the U.S. – now we’re sad,
Now it’s a tragedy – another fucking Columbine.
Where were the “parents” at? Thank you Mr. President.
For all the pills I pop – yo I’ll take more real soon,
To all the people I offend, yeah, fuck you too…
Do I miss my past… yeah… but I
Still don’t give a fuck, yall can
Kiss my ass.