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Click hereCopyrighted April 15th, 2004
The standard for the flow of water was set;
Rigid course to run
They were your emotions
Your morals
Blunted foils at first..
Pushed upon me by guilt
so, I must adhere
A way
You wanted a diamond
All I could be was yellowed citrine
it whispers
Murky in color
Semiprecious at best.
A Way
Take my confidence to the guillotine
Assess the best way
To cleave it from my mind
.. To get back..
Creating a pale facsimile of the person who was before me.
Dressed up with cotton covered cougars
To keep me in your carnival of macabre delights
Back
The pride of your pavilion
As you allow your family
To belittle and stab me with sharpened pikes
Formed into the worst words
to the person you once were..
My ears bleed
..once were
As illiterate fools bend me to their will.
I begin to access my predicament
As the broken record that are my screams
Finally overwhelm the ruckus
. . . beautiful. ..
A lasciviousness creeps inside me.
heed my call
Commandeering the senses, insinuating itself into my mind
..O dear child..
Tears knew no limit, as I broke the golden rule
Allowing my body
My mind
To feel the pleasure
Of another.
. . .like a Wiccan witch. . ..
I grab my satchel of belongings
not much after six years
Create your own lore..
And start anew.
A way.. To get back.. Back..
O my child..
I like the thoughts-within-thoughts, they add the icing in between....nicely done.
~Merry
I agree about the italicized phreaes
almost as though that were a record on in the background or a song stuck in your head while you were going through this.
nice images also
Thank you
Vigorous words creating strong phrases,
but I find your title misleading.
Still, you create and engaging read as you most often do.