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IN A VALLEY CALLED DEATH

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As she walks among the shadows of a valley called death

She secretly longs to take her last breath

So tired of hearing religious men preach,

“Believe in our God, trust what we teach!”

So she reaches out to lonely men who worship her pleasures

with praises of, “Oh God!” as they lay.

She’s found a religion of service for pay.

As she sucks dry their souls she feeds her power,

Momentary satisfaction, getting paid by the hour

They don’t ask for much, just her time for a day

Leaving their money when they go on their way

She satisfies their lust and desires,

Then sends them home to their wives,

Where they feel no guilt over living as liars

So called “good Christian” parishioners call her a whore,

Citing Gods loving forgiveness, as they sneer then slam their doors.

All of them lending their hands to her hurt and her pain

Nobody bothering to ask from where it came

Inside her cold stare and empty glare

There’s a story of a “good Christian” woman who once lived there.

Night after night, day after day

Parishioners come and reward her with pay

Then one lonely day her silent wish comes true,

She draws her last breath

Succumbing to death

Nobody comes, nobody mourns

She’s known only as, the woman who loved an angel with horns.

The men who once came pretend she never existed

When they give their confessions she’s not even listed

Now, she’s a shadow in the valley called death,

Waiting for the next whore who takes her last breath.

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I’ve started this blog in order to display my work, share my heart, and hopefully get people talking, thinking, and opening  up to the perspective of others.

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Blessings

Prophetess

The Room

The door was closed and the room was dark
The light, shining underneath the door
from out in the hallway, insisting on being seen.

The muffled murmurs from people downstairs,
the music drifting up through the night,
the clinking of glass against glass.
Toasts to the New Year

The dull thud of footsteps coming up the stairs,
the racing of my heart, sweat, my mind wanting to escape,
but nowhere to go

The sound of the door knob turning,
the creak of it opening slowly, cautiously
The silhouette of a man standing at the threshold.
His form looms against the light, hesitating.

His breath uneven.
The smells of tobacco and alcohol drift into the room,
a step, and then two.

The door was closed and the room was dark.
The sense of him moving closer,
the room becoming smaller.

His weight on the edge of the bed,
I’m trying not to move, maybe he’ll leave.

A touch, gentle, shaking with anticipation,
the air, filled with fear
A sound, laughter from the hallway,
a jolt of reality.

He stands, he turns,
a step, and then two.

The sound of the door knob turning,
the creak of the door opening slowly,
cautiously.

The silhouette of a man standing at the threshold.
His form looms against the light,
hesitating.

His breath uneven.
The smell of tobacco and alcohol is being sucked out of the room.
The door closed and the room was once again dark

I just had to ask, why?

Dear Mom , why…

Why did you have me if you didn’t want kids?
Did you want the attention?
Did you need to feel loved?
 
Why did you hit me,
make me feel shame
then turn around and tell me I was to blame?
 
What in your life made you so mean,
kicking me out at the age of fifteen.
I didn’t know how to be alone,
and even started seeing my name
on tombstones.
 
You played with my mind,
so I played with men’s souls,
using them, to fill up the holes
 
I turned to the streets
became addicted to drugs,
getting my love from
the ones you called thugs.
 
Now that you’re gone
I just want to know why?
Did you enjoy the power
when you made me cry?
 
I have no more tears,
they’ve dried through the years
I’m broken and tarnished,
but refuse to be sad,
and won’t waste my time
continuing to be mad.
 
I wont let you take the
strength I’ve gained
my life is alright
just a little bit stained.
 
I just wanted, to ask you why…
I guess I’ll ask you again when I die.

A Man with No Bed

I saw a man today
Holding a sign that read,
“Down on my luck, please help”
 
I started to think as I drove on by;
How that must feel and I started to cry.
 
To be homeless, with nowhere to go;
Nobody knows your name,  
You’re just any ol’ Joe
 
What that must do to the soul of a man,
Who once was a somebody,
Had a life and a plan.
 
Then found himself down on his luck,
With nobody around who gave a fuck.
Left on the street to beg or die,
Watching with tears,
As people drove by.
 
How many times have we turned our heads
To the child, the woman, the man
With no bed
 
I turned around to find that man,
To reach out to him and give him my hand
But it was too late he had already gone,
Leaving me feeling terribly wrong.
 
How much would it cost me to give him a smile,
Or a burger to help fill his belly a while?
The next time I see that man,
I think that I’ll reach out and give him my hand.
 
What will you do?
Remember, it could someday be you.

Every day is Father’s day when Remembering Dad

My dad was tall, six foot four
He commanded the room
When he walked in the door

He always had jokes
And a big easy grin
Making friends, for him
Was an easy win

Looking at him
Through my child’s eye
Was like bending my head up To look at the sky

I remember his car
And the music he’d blare
And the feeling of safety
That clung to the air

I remember his hands
So big and so strong
Lifting me gently
Dancing to a song

I remember him
Standing me on top of his feet
As he circled the room
Teaching me to feel the beat

I remember his face
When he’d look down at me
The pride he felt
Was easy to see

My dad taught me love
In its purest form
Unconditional love
From the time I was born

My dad was my hero
My shining knight
The man of my dreams
My source of light

Remembering dad
And wanting to say
I love you and miss you
Happy Fathers Day

The Distance Between us

There’s a distance between us I can’t explain
An emptiness wrought with loneliness and pain
Is it the object of your desire,
The thing that sets your body on fire?
I feel a ghost is in our bed
I feel a presence in your head.

There’s a distance between us I can’t explain
An emptiness wrought with loneliness and pain
From your heart I’m locked away
What holds the key, you will not say.
Although your body is here with me
It’s something else in your eyes I see

There’s a distance between us I can’t explain
An emptiness wrought with loneliness and pain
You won’t let me in, to share in your sin
You hide the demons lurking within
Your body yearns for more than me, but
I can’t fight a ghost I cannot see.

Mural of My Temptation

Within the mural of my temptation
I dance with longing and flirtation
I move my body with gyration
Feeling the musical vibration

Within my lurid imagination
My passion grows with desperation
Thoughts awry with frustration
Knowing no pause or cessation

Is it merely an aberration
This mural wrought with temptation
I cry aloud in citation
“Deliver me from damnation!”

Within the mural of my temptation
I wander through this world’s creation
Enthralled by our encumbering stagnation
Enveloped within my unholy temptation

Why is Jesus the only way to God..?

Why is JESUS the only way to God?

Why IS Jesus the only way to God?

WHY is Jesus the only way to God?

Why is Jesus theONLY way to God?

So if I go to church, sing the songs
Go to confession and tell my wrongs
Profess that God is the only way
Will all be forgiven come judgment day?

So, can I drink all week, bully the meek
Beat my wife, spread rumors of rife
Then beg the lord to spare my life?

Do my beliefs not count?
Is believing in Buddah or Allah a sin in your eyes?
If I’m an agnostic but do good by my fellow man
Will I go to hell, will I be damned?

WHY IS JESUS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD?

If I follow my heart to do what’s right
And love all mankind no matter his blight
If I do what I can to lend a helping hand
And spread good cheer throughout the land

My soul will soar as high as yours
We’ll walk through those same golden doors
It doesn’t matter what I believe
As long as I don’t lie and deceive