In The Future

 

 Is this some kind of joke some kind of hoax?

Times has its way of moving on

Leaving a lot of us behind

Thinking tomorrow or next

I’ll fix any debts

Forgive any sins

Reconcile to the past

Then you look up and tomorrow

Is gone

And you’re saying to yourself

What have I done?

Letting time move on

And you’ve fallen asleep

Thinking you have tomorrow

To depend on

But tomorrow never comes

The future is no more

When its too late to have those

Feelings atoned for and seeking forgiveness

In the future

 

 

She Never Forgot

 

She never forgot the little boy whose big brown eyes

Shined with wonderment

Looking through the eyes of innocence

Wishing, dreaming, hopeful

Later in life she would hear of the

Troubles that followed him around

Two souls created him

He was Tarzan and she was his Jane

They loved him but destroyed him

But there was one to always hold his hand

And now he’s an angel in someone’s dreams

Together the three of them rest with the

Others that have fallen asleep 

 

When

When do you just let it go and accept what you now know?

When it’s all said and finished don’t let that voice keep telling you

It was all your fault 

When does the anger subside?

When does the hurt end and the healing begin?

When are you able to awaken from a nightmare created?

When do you stop hating decisions made in the light of passion?

When in the dark of desire, it all made sense

When will the rage built up turn to embers and segue to ash?

When will the duplicity be understood?

When will the betrayal no longer matter?

When will life return to what’s normal and all thoughts revert

Back to a positive mind

When will the silent tears stop falling and the sunshine is more welcomed?

When will the guilt be lifted?

When does the end become the beginning?

 When it takes only one to undo what vows were taken

When does a god you pray to hears your please?

And take vengeance

When do you stop asking questions?

You know the answers to

When, when, when…

 

 

 

 

 

Methodical

 

Method to madness

Well thought out plan

Efficient in the art of deception

Coherent to its own understanding

Systematic keeping account of injury

Analytic brain adding and separating life

Punctilious to its own pleasure

Meticulous behavior of madness

Disciplined to pain

Diligent in failings

Rigorous aggressive nature 

Of disappointment precise

Methodical

Marital Rape

 

Misogynist ego bares its ugliness

Arrogance in attitude superior

Regard for her he held inferior to him

Insufficient emotions he had none

Taboo it was thought of

Alone she felt no one would believe her tale

Lasciviousness hiding in plain sight

 

Revulsion at his touch

Anchored to pain

Praying for retribution

Erasing all memories of him

Inhuman

 

He loved her body but not her soul

 heartless he was

Not an ounce of caring in the caresses of his fingertips

only cruel intentions

She fought the pain wincing at every inflicted

deliberate embrace

 He only smiled cruelty traced his evil lips

 that dripped with deceptive intent

Nowhere to run

 nowhere to hide no one to turn to

She held her breath

as she prayed for death to come quickly

He pulled away

 her body bruised as spent tears cradled her swollen breast

She stumbled from the bed

disappeared into nothingness returning with gun in hand

One shot ended her pain