Apathy.

I walk the earth, caring for none. Travelling by stealth at night, avoiding the sun
hand.

You pity me, that’s just grand

Wandering your world at will,

Hospitals and morgues I am happy to fill.

No feelings for you pitiful lives.

Your problems mean less than a bag of knives.

I spoil your days with bad news,

Cancer, dementia and murderous baby blues.

I am the dead look in a prostitute’s eyes,

The funeral of each soldier that dies.

I am the bomb, the bullet and grenade.

The million dollar deal on which someone will renege .

I am the loss of innocent child’s limbs.

I am the suicide bomber’s blinding belief.

I am this world’s broken, dieing of grief.

I am the filth you fear so much

The sleaze and the open legs you dare not touch.

I am the disease that stalks you at night

The slash of a knife in a drunken fight.

Your worst, greatest and last no hope

The the scabby hands that grope.

Around in your homes, schools and playground.

I am all that is your worst nightmare

I am the wrongs that you have no intention to repair.

I am Apathy.

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It only takes a few good men to do nothing and evil will win.

Puppet.

I’m a fret work,patchwork, lost soul of a girl.
I’m a pigtail, full bangs short skirt thrown into a whirl.
I am a big bust, tight arsed see through boiling pot of lust!
I am a thigh high patent leather boots of “come on”..now don’t feign disgust!

I am a black eyed, raggy dress, sexy legs in stripy socks.
Purple lips, curvy hips legs akimbo over the back of a chair throw my head back brush your chest with my hair.
Bend down, turn around suck my thumb roll my eyes lick your thighs…. now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a diamond encrusted dog collar, peekaboo bra, black leather cat, suit red stiletto heels making your senses reel.

Hard swelling, tightening clothes hastily ripped off knickers on the floor, against the door or try the desk …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.
I am a cheap chick, turn a trick, trip your wick, bother booted swift kick dancing down the fireman’s pole, digging deep into a hole.
Express train through the tunnel, danger spider web funnel.
Come hither don’t dither hurry up before it withers I cant wait all night are you looking for a fight….. I can do that too,especially for you. …. now don’t feign disgust… now don’t pretend you wouldn’t.

Song Lyric Sunday: River/Stream/Creek/Brook

It is Sunday and so it’s time for another episode of SLS Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday. Brought to us by NewEpicAuthor

The prompt for this week is “River/Stream/Creek/Brook” and these are all pathways for water.

Rules and Pingback here

I have chosen one of my favourite songs by Carly Simon, Like a River. The song means a lot to me. In the song a daughter is talking to her dead mother. Telling her how much she misses her, how the family have coped with her passing and how they wish she was still with them .

My mum has been gone for over 30yrs but sometimes it still feels like yesterday. I agree with every word in this song it is so beautiful.

“Like A River”

Dear mother the struggle is over now
And your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…

In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true

Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…

I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…

I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away

Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Here is another beautiful song about rivers this one is about lost love, mistakes and loneliness at Christmas. It is by another wonderful singer songwriter Joni Mitchell. I wish I had a River I could skate away on. Words in the video on this one .

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 27/18

This is my entry for LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

This week’s prompt is Bone. Use it anyway you like and have fun.

So I have used some coloquial phrases using the word Bone in an Etheree.

#SoCs.

Bone.

Cut

To the

Bone I am

Wounded, broken

On the bones of my

Arse. Not a penny to

My name. Boned and truly

Gutted. If I’d boned up on you

I’d of seen you had only wanted

To use me badly and just jump my bones.

September Music 30

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Last day today.

Today’s piece of music is Breathe me by Sia.

My interpretation

Slowly dripping red the droplets of blood hit the ground

The deeper the cut the more relief there is to be found.

Always careful to keep the cuts out of sight

In the bathroom or the bedroom in the dark of night.

The secret kept, the truth unknown

Always the hidden and worsening a darkness grown.

Hassled and bullied all of the time

Slipping under the radar …. left to suffer this insidious crime.

No one understood, no one could be told or trusted

This dirty secret is kept, must tell no one, don’t want to be busted.

Finally no more pain can be taken, it all gets too much

Cut, and cut again, end the agony end the pain. Laying there all night. Found cold to the touch.

September Music 26

For the month of September I am going to choose a piece of music or song and write a poem or alternative version. Jane Dougherty is doing a September Stanza here. And Kat Myrman is doing September a poem a day Here.

Today’s piece of Music is China by Tori Amos

My interpretation.

I step forward you step back

Dancing around each other, loosing track.

Fingers brushing

Thoughts causing blushing

I step forward you step back , the rejection is crushing.

Too many people here

I shall look the fool I fear

I reach for you but you’ve already gone

I bow my head in shame,

Cover my ears they’re play our song.

Falling slowly from the tower

For a second I feel a rush of power.

No pain yet, maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly

Sadly this real life you will not catch me . You’ll go and let me die.

OH! OH! THE PAIN, ALL PAIN NO GAINS

I am feel the blood leaving my veins.

Will you turn back will you run and take my hand

Will you hell, you barely acknowledge me,I don’t register in your plan.

I step forward you step back

Dancing around each other, loosing track.

Fingers brushing

Thoughts causing blushing

I step forward you step back, rejection is crushing.

Image above found here

A year on.

I wrote this last May, Twittering Tales, in the aftermath of the Manchester Arena Bombing.

I have rewritten and renamed it The Year After.

The Year after.

The quiet was deafening, unlike that night. The screams the blood the fear. The worst had happened. The world sickened him. These were just children, young lives maimed, young lives blown away. He felt so sad.
( 210 characters )

Another poem below

God Bless Manchester

This is not my entry for this week.

Essence Duplete. Day24

Image from Pixabay

Words can not be unsaid

Lost the plot, my heart dead.

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A dark reflection I

Life’s stark, away hopes fly.

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Day 24 of Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge.

Florette: The Phone.

The phone rings, a sad song

Life stings, it is all wrong.

Florette : Life.

The day starts as always

Sadden hearts, dark harsh days.

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