Ride out of the sun
The desert bare of living
Heat and hate bring guns

Youth don't know of life
They are too unforgiving
Children teacher wife

A hundred bullets
Thousands of prayers on my knees
Can't, not here, will it?

He whispers nothing
The silence of lips impressed
No warmth of the soul

Satin sheets and silk
Bloody handprints on the wall
Corpse dries in the night

No tears from cold hearts
Life sucks and so do vampires
Bathe in the moonlight

You taught me how to read and write.
You taught me how to voice with might.
You taught me there's no fists to fight.
You taught me truth is the path to right.

You gave me all the strength I need.
All the knowledge required to succeed.
You showed me there's no place for greed.
To show love is how to plant the seed.

You never saw me beg for permission.
You never thought a moment to listen.
You one eyed view to God is your mission.
You duty of care ended with Christen.

There is a mystical power in the flow of a woman’s body
She bleeds and creates
She has a ceremony of her own once a month
Creator has seen her fit to brings souls into this universe
She is the bringer of life, even if she is unable or chooses not to
She is nonetheless sacred
Celebrate the mystic without shame
There is no shame in the power to create life

Before being born, mistake I was called,
came out silent like I knew something.
Could not permit myself to be so bold
as to ever cry or laugh or sing.

Growing up was rather strange
in the atmosphere of utter fear.
Very tight was my comfort range,
calmly awaiting the shouts to hear.

Never had the nerve to be proud,
hid in the shadows like a mouse.
Always felt like lost in the crowd,
never at ease in my own house.

I like a brand new notebook and a sharp pencil and how it flows across the pages.
I don't like how I can't find a single word to explain how I feel
I like misty mornings with warm coffee and how the first sip hits the back of my throat.
I don't like how your mug is still on its hanger, dusty and empty like My heart.
I like the sound of rain and its earthy smell,how each drop finds its own path down the window pane

How do I stay sane when seeing is only pain?
Brain tries to filter but to no avail
I hold my head in my hands with eyes closed
I search for clarity but only fail

Body trembles to the penetrating abuse
Ears ring to the vibrating bass
Tears stream down my fatigued face

'Unwanted glares; sunburst haloes
Awkward colours where no rainbow follows
Double vision; obscure shapes
Twisting & turning, I fall; no escape'

Once upon a time...
There was a family.
THE MILITARY was the word and the silence.
They all thanked God
on the sly
in the bathroom
and not at the table.
In that family...
the children ran fast
at the back of the church
with their eyes lost,
longing to be able to enter sometime
to say to the Virgin of the Charity of Cobre
as their grandmother taught them
God save you, Mary!
The old family
had to forget Christmas Eve
and the birth of Jesus,
just because…

Ray-ban shades, reflective lenses I recall
The darkened rims, rounded & small
Hands in pockets, head looking down
Past the station & then the shopping mall

Looked from the ground & peered from my hood
Thought I recognised a man from the way he stood
I knew that face but from where I couldn’t recall
I gave him a friendly smirk, the best that I could

Death was a dog,
Panting at your doorstep,
And you so kindly let him in.
You brought out wool blankets,
Filled his bowl with water,
And let him sleep on your kitchen floor.

He never barked or chewed wood,
Never once soiled the carpet.
He sat and waited patiently,
Paws crossed and tail still.
So you took a leash and collar,
And led him out the door.

I shivered at the fearsome thing,
this affliction that found you here
amongst all your beauty

I could never find the words
to offer as medals and ribbons
I wanted to give you
for wrestling and sparring
with a cruel and indifferent foe

While somehow finding the courage
to provide an embracing home
for the audacity to hope