Just rip it out

Words  cut like sharp  knives

Make a mockery of lives

Pain inflicted deeper and deeper

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You are  a self serving  worm, you have made them turn against me, never taken my part!

Why thank  you don’t  sit on the fence, I thought I had done my best,  just rip out my heart.

You turned  them against me  you are  always the goody you never take my part.

I have always supported  you always been at  your side , just rip out  my heart.

Selfish bitch, you always take their part, why always them? never taken my part.

I couldn’t change it now, I have tried, I love  you all, I tried keep everyone happy, failed. What the hell, just rip out my heart.

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Selfish evil worm of a bitch

Destroy our life with words

I have no  fight left in me.

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No I don’t  want it anymore it hurts too much.

NaBloPoMo :Little Mae and Polar Bear.

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Tonight I am so tired that I can hardly stand.
But I must post because the NaBloPoMo torch is in my hand.
For now Little Mae is safe with Polar Bear.
He watches her tenderly and she feels safe within his care.

The Winter Queen has them safe and sound.
She believes that even though evil and darkness are all around.
Little Mae is safe within her care.
So for now I must let them lie and hope in safety they can keep.
As tomorrow is another day which I shall address after I have had some sleep.
Night night xxxxxxxxx

NaBloPoMo: Abandoned to the cold!

All  strings  torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar

I search for you eyes downcast I follow your scent  from afar.

I told you I would  do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat

I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.

 

The  wind  blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.

I no longer  feel it’s icy chill as half naked on  my quest for you I set forth.

Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare

My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.

 

The tiny, tight pleats on  my dress reflect the meanness of your being

My bared  bosom a reminder  of the love I gave and  nurturing

Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and hold

But you have cast me off unwanted abandoned to the cold.

 

 

MusicalTheme: Humans.

Now  please  don’t tell Bear, Eva,  Deborah  or Johnny  that I am running so late with this post on humans ! I do have excuses but you don’t need to hear them!

Right  then shall we start! 

Firstly  I wanted to put up Bjork’s Human because it is one of my favourite songs and  videos sadly it has  been used so I am posting  a Japanese cover  by Hajime Chitose close your eyes and it could be Bjork  ……. Open  your eyes it could be Bjork!  (*_*) 

Now what makes humans  different  from  practically all animals……… they have sex  for fun  and not because their  bodies tell them too , well not all the time. 

This  song needs no explantion……….. No it does not!  Forgivness  maybe  but not explanation ! The Bloodhound  Gang  , The Bad touch

So what do we do  that animals don’t :  we lie , we cheat  and hurt.

We hurt each other  we fight wars  and hurt our  children 

We abuse our own children, even in  the most evolved  societies. 

PLEASE BE AWARE , UPSETTING AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. THE PHOTOS ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND ARE NOT ABUSED CHILDREN AS FAR AS I KNOW.

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INVISIBLE

Invisible that what they called her

Invisible , she is dead now, is that fair.

Everyday  the nice  lady came

She knew,  she did, she heard her use her name.

Evie is asleep her mother carelessly said

Yes Evie is asleep…..Pour Evie was dead.

Lucky was she  if she got the scraps

She was so thirsty  her lips were just chaps.

Frightened each day out of sight she hid

At school no one took notice of the things she did.

Evie  was wasting away  before everyone’s eyes

Stealing from bins, sleeping in class no  one heeding her cries.

Up in her room cowering in the dark

Storming up the stairs, again his hands leave  a mark.

Whimpering and shivering  no point to make a sound

Evie  does not want attention,praying not to be found.

The pain  from his cigarette burns make her want to cry

Cold, tired hungry this child prayed to die.

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He is always tired, dozing in class  and accident  prone

His parents are the perfect couple , how is he at home.

He is so clumsy covered in cuts and bruises

Mummy only feeds him  when she chooses.

Daddy can’t stand him so he keeps out of sight

It is better that way, Mummy can’t protect him she has given up the fight.

His teacher is worried the child is so thin

Just look at those bruises, he is nothing but bone and skin.

Talk in the staffroom , what can be done

You need to be careful no one will back you if you get it wrong.

To hell with the rules she can’t stand watching this anymore

So she calls the police and the headmistress and tells them what she saw.

Visits are made every week can we see James . No he’s asleep!

Little James can hear this help , but to get down from the cupboard  is too big a leap.

James is away with his nanny you see

Having fun at the seaside, in the sun running free.

He is too tired, and too hungry to cry

He is invisible , and invisible he will die.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/invisible/

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But we can be good we help each other and we can care , most of us do care and do help. 

 

Death by Aid

Tiny little fingers in the dust, huge eyes so sad begging for your crust. You are so hungry you need it for you but this is your child, who you can’t deny, true?

Hunger gnawing at your bones like cancer spreading fast. You worry if you’ll be strong enough to find water, as what you have just will not last.

No one is going to help you, your sons and daughters gone for soldiers.These two left will escape that fate as they will not grow much older. Your milk dried up, your belly empty. It hurts so much to walk but walk you must, you can’t stop. The baby at your breast has long since ceased  crying. This sweet young child clinging to your skirt is dying.

Where is the help  that was promised where is the aid that you need. You have walked days now with no hope of helping your children not even to feed. The baby needs medicine the western doctors dispense  you have to flee from your home just were is the sense.

War at your left side famine at your right , politicians and corrupt leaders uncaring of your plight. Had you stayed they would of killed you or worse …OH! my poor children your birth is your curse.

Standing at the top of the hill you can see a straggling encampment a red cross flag flying still. You put down the baby his soul already flown to your husbands arms now, at least not alone. You need to rest  but your aim is in reach . You lay in the dust next to your babes, close your eyes  just ignore the flies.

Tiny little fingers in the dust , huge eyes so sad finally closed. Where is  the help that was promised where is the aid.War on your left side famine at your right they no longer threaten you Death has arrive to erase your plight.

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/08/06/278/

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But it is still happening, isn’t it . Many say that is life that is the human lie………. Is it really.

Well I suppose I should finish on a happy note……….. Let  me see Humans are always hopeful . So lets have  a couple of songs of hope. Firstly a song  from the Decemberists . Sons  and Daughters. As I hear this song  after  either  a huge war or a huge calamity those that are left  get together to start again . I love this  song  and this a beautiful human video!

Now  I am finishing  with some  advice  the best I have ever had! “Better Get To Livin’ ” When I was at the lowest  edd of my recent  life I came across this wonderful video . Obviously  made  by a lovely young man, who I hope is well happy  and living  a good life taking Dolly Parton’s advice 

Goodness this lad his smile and Dolly’s  words have saved me more than once!!

Okay  sorry this was not my usual entree  but  love hugs  and good vibes to you all !! Oh! and yes  BETTER GET TO LIVIN!

PLEASE  CHECK THE OTHERS OUT !

Bear:         We Begin             http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-on-earth/

Bear:         We Continue       http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-themes-human-beings-of-earth-we-continue/

Eva:           What is human   http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/human-what-is-that-being-a-theme-essay-with-musical-side-effec ts/

Deborah:  The Humans       http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/music-theme-for-november-13-the-humans/#comment-755

Johnny:     Everything           http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/everything-human-music-theme-111313/

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Musical Theme : Emotions

Ellie Goulding Explosions : This  video depicts exactly  the feeling  you get  when you  get

to the end of your tether. So much  coming at you , everything you have ever feared or dreaded!

Then  pow you are  set right off , an explosion in your head!

Eyesore, Maria Mena  self loathing: Anorexia, Bulimia all brought on  by bad experiences  as a child.

Not feeling  good about yourself. Not  good enough,   no one  must  see you you must stay thin.

Fear of food, fear of body image.

The Mirror Lies

Another poem by me.

Look in the mirror what do you see,

I see a skeleton pleading to me.

You do not see the same, you see rivers of fat .

If you let this go on you will be dead and that’s that

How did this happen how did this come to pass.

Why do you feel no one loves you, if you would only ask.

Was it a neurotic mother who showed the way

counting calories and eating less day after day.

She treated you as she did herself, it is no wonder now

that you have developed this curse.

Was it the adverts you saw every day

with lithe young girls posing in magazines and posters and on TV you saw while you were at play.

What drives a child younger than ten to vow

to herself she will not eat again. 

Did the children in the school yard taunt you and say

“little miss piggy just go away ”

They did not mean to hurt they did not know

that those words would cripple you so.

I say they the were innocent but that might not be true

for children can be so unkind and don’t care about the damage they do.

Was it that careless joking aside from your lover or best friend

that hit you so hard that your mind started to bend.

It changed the image the mirror showed to you

and you watch as the fat piled on , but only in your eyes was it true.

Now it is nearly too late the pleads and entreaties for you to put on some weight.

Just simply fall on deaf ears

and as you slip away  your gums bleed, full filling our worst fears

Was it your boss who shattered your confidence by making a careless remark 

about eating too many cakes that caused you to a  binge and vomit then on this  course to embark.

Sadly it is all or nothing for you,

sadly my love it will be the death of you too.

It may seem like a mountain to climb but please take my 

hand and except my love, your running out of time.

Mothers and fathers what ever you do

make sure your children know you love them and make time to spend with them too.

Teachers  and government  make sure that healthy diets are taught

and evil nasty bullies are dealt with as soon as they are caught.

We need our children and our young people too

we must guide them and love them as they need to see we are true.

We will never stop the adverts  on TV, posters and press

but we can talk to our children and tell them these models are just there to impress.

The rich cats are just out to make money

they don’t  give a damn about the models or you honey.!

So I reach out my hand and offer some hope

every one is beautiful in their own way just remember you are loved and we can help you to cope.

Beauty is skin deep what is inside is what is key

the soul and heart dictate what you should be.

You cannot chase the perfect body all of your life you

will have to give up so much as you will not have time to live life.

 

Imogen Heap.  Say  Goodnight and go. Obsession / unrequited love . The young  girl is besotted

by the  boy  who only see her  as a work colleague. She  follows him  watches him and dreams!

Regina Spektor Fear of Cancer : Fear! the not me  I am not that type , if I close my eyes it is not happening to me. A mother has to face up  to the fact that she is ill………. tough emotions

Prima Donna Girl,  Marina and the diamonds: Need greed  and more insecurity! Pity even.

Beautiful South Take a little time anger : All the horrible  feelings  that  are brought on  by

marital discord! So many emotions.

Imogen Heap who’s getting scared now, revenge hate Oh! the chance to face up to those who bullied  you at  school and  made your life so  bad the chance to show them you have blossomed and grown!!

It’s nothing less than abuse

Rounded shoulders head hung down
why do they all make fun of me I am not a clown.
Sitting in the row spiteful girls stick their pens in my legs.
Teacher at the front she must never know, she wouldn’t help she treats me like dregs.

Following me nearly home, calling me mean names,

in the playground I always stand alone they don’t pick me for their games.

Opening my desk finding it’s been trashed ,

my text book been drawn in and my favourite doll has been  smashed.

Mum tried her hardest but being the youngest of six

my things did not get replaced they just got fixed.

My plimsolls were the wrong colour they were black instead of white ,

I was hauled up on the stage, lectured in front of the school then had to stay on late that night.

I just could not make it I could not win with staff and girls against me all I could do was just give in.

I met my boyfriend, and his friends did not like me because I spoke differently,

I was from the posh school.  They though I was rich, I was not I was just like them it would of made no

difference if I’d let them know.

When we  were out or at a party they were pleasant to my face

but if my guy was not there and behind my back the things they said were just a disgrace.

They joined the line of teachers and my piers

it makes me wonder now how I stood it for all those years.

I am not saying I had no friends, no that would not be true.

I did have friends and they were good   but they were the very few.

I always felt so ugly, too fat and too short

and if anyone was nice to me I could not believe it. What do they want was my first thought.

Things got better when I started work I seemed to come out of my shell

like a little butterfly I changed and put aside my days of living hell.

They tell you, you don’t  realize that school days are the best days of your life ,

thank God I never listened or I would of ended mine with a knife.

Thank God I grew away from all the pain

but sometimes I see a face  hear a voice or a name and it all floods back again.

I am older now and have all that I could ask for, family and friends but sometimes

my calm deserts me and confidence takes flight,

fear and dark descends and I feel lost in the night.

I ask the question now why children’s jibes and actions  can be so mean and cruel.

The worse days of my life were my years at school.

I cry each time I read or hear on the news how children can hurt each other IT NOTHING LESS THAN ABUSE

(My poem on bullying written from personal  memories. )  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/its-nothing-less-than-abuse-2/

Alanis  Moristte : Thank you : You  might  say gratitude,  well yes  gratitude is there  but also is irony but so is depression, fear and paranoia.

I Am Stretched on Your Grave lyrics (Kate Rusby).  Grief, love  and desperation the loss of  a lover  husband, son   what can I say . Grief.

Sinade O’Conner My Three Babies. : Mother love, pure and simple asking  nothing and giving all unconditional.

Mother Love (Acrostic)

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

Written  by me.

 

 

Also entries on this theme can be found at

Eva       http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/11/09/emotions-or-no-numb-here-musical-theme/

Johnny   http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/corvidea-music-theme-for-november-4/

Deborah http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/new-music-theme-for-nov-4-co

Reality or Fallacy ?

Reality, reality….. Is it the truth or is it just a fallacy

Is this all fact that I witness or is it just what you want me to see ?

Am I living and breathing  and why to quail at your threat of leaving.

Do you pull all the strings  is it you  that gives my heart wings

Am I no longer free do you twist my heart then laugh with glee?

 

Like a moth drawn to a flame I long for and need your pain

Tied up and screwed, thirst awoken by what of you I have imbued .

Trapped now my luck flipped, no hope  my wings clipped

You hold the key, body and soul you own me

Too late to reverse. Your love? Is it a blessing or a curse?

 

 

The Dream Catcher

Every night while we all sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

But it is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of disrepair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us all and avoiding all light.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Once like us she walked in the light

This was before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Night to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams and hopes her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

 

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

Cyber Bullying

So now you have it , you have exposed your soul. Here it is laid bare

You have opened up your entire life, have a care.

Not everyone is as loving and caring as you.

If you lay your life open have a care of what unkind souls might do.

Once they get inside your head

They can check you out and manipulate anything you’ve said.

They can eat you up and plague you, spit you out and leave you dead.

OH! you must beware

They will strip you down and leave you bare.

They don’t know who you are

They don’t care, it is easier for them your mind to scar.

They will expose your secrets and sell your soul

Tell lies about you and expose your whole.

The Gate Keepers :11

The gate keepers where shocked by man’s inhumanity to man

They saw what happened in the garden of Eden , they saw the how the world began.

They saw what they did to the son of God upon the cross , they saw they murdered in God’s name

They saw how man put man in chains they saw how they gassed and beat and shot for Hitlers’ fame.

 

They wept for child  soldiers taught to fight , maim  and rape

They wept for all that man did in the name of Mammon  and hate.

They wept for all the men who hoarded money and food , condemning Others to starve!

They wept for those dying of disease for want of proper drugs, sadly their lives halved.

 

 

They mourned for mother Earth, now in her dying throw

They mourned for all the dreadful things that man had heaped upon her stunting how her flowers grow.

They mourned for all her forests and jungles stripped of foliage and trees

They mourned for all poisons poured into her rivers and her seas,

They mourned for all she ever was for now she was brought down to her knees

 

Gate Keepers : 9

They took the horses and they covered then in armour , these humans thought that they were clever

They made arrows , they made bows , they wore armour and carried flags.. die? , them ??… no never!

They fought each other,they fought for reward they even fought in the name of God. They would gladly die.

So much blood, so much fear , they roamed from land to land . The gate keepers watched and  silently  cry.

They fought the Muslims and the Turks , Yes in the name of God ?

The fought and died and ended up buried under strange foreign sod.

They fought for land they fought for gain for riches and for gold.

These humans were so evil , thought the gatekeepers , it made their blood run cold,

Women  dressed as men and  fought,  often their reward was to be burned at  the stake.

They treated each other  with no respect , and animals with less , such a grave mistake.

The animals were better than the humans  but they had  no redress

The gate keepers held their posts and wandered at the human’s mess.

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