Cruel fell from the sky even the midwives left us then, to die. Black-eyed battered beauty a withered wick on a burning stick I made a choice the child my duty tiny eyes a crying delight I kept the baby I followed her/his light.
Everybody came from somebody came from God came from Mary.
Threading into the skin around my soul It is joyfully visible the scars that they mend, my eyes ride the glow as the needle flows, tattooed palpability bereft of demons, I let go.
Something had died you were wide-eyed and beautiful I still remember your smile so innocent and wild what happened where are the wings of that child I am not blind though my heart is broken my feelings are fine my soul looms for you are always on my mind.
We tripped the snares mindful aware stepping over stones. We loved the mamma's and Pappa's heartfelt-crosses staked above bones. We have three of our own all of them grown, none really stave the cane Still, here we are t o g e t h e r forever celebrating them in these our own halcyon days.
Pain is steel as a Sunday sermon, nothing could ***** your imagination more than the rook smoke it fix it poke it happiness is at stake check it out and check your mate.
My insides looking out at wounds from whispered, sounds stay or walk away fog lamps the mirror the one on the ground carries the healing of what ultimately goes down.
Deadlines headlines subscription- public post-anti-post draft hurly-burly whirly verve-ish zig zag paddle back gigabytes a-moan hip hop big or small lollipop sicko sock give a dog a phone.
She was never blind neither unkind she soothed their screams and ran with their dreams she wrote of hurt only in the arteries of her heart feel the silence like red roses speak of love her eyes bleed in braille.
You will pale in comparison of your hurt vs her pain No matter what mamma loves you and that's her end game. ☮&1❤
All that remains of the three innocent kids are a mournful day on a Metal sheet.
In memory of the three innocent children Killed by the South African Apartheid regime and forgotten of by Nelson Mandela's ANC government. On the 15 October 1985 Micheal Miranda-11yrs old Shaun Magmoed-15yrs old Jonathan Claasen-21yrs old We Salute you Children of the people.
Sunshine on black nights poles apart the arrow goes sparks fly hearts fall doubt dies spoon-tight spotlight, wack attacks culminate opposites attract, combinate.
BLT's Merriam Webster's word of the day challenge. (Culminate)
The suns rays excite a day's toil with ecstasy her petals slump in its loyalty twilight midnight there's the morn I lift my head my beautiful flower sun t o r n .
Kin of my flesh and blood of my bones you are not alone. Stone-cold lonely roads burdens the soul, remember what is said of the heart, you will find it waiting for you here at home.
She is the water immersing the shore a motion moving entities into the shadows of the lore sirens call on rising tides men of flesh flock in waves falling as they fly dwelling eternal within her mystical whiles.
The trees are gone the entrance is covered by synthetic lawn, tech-savvy codes crisscrosses the dorm. Should the eager beavers remember a mother's scorn.
On the order of Hades the serpent got wrapped around a pole sizzled with sage barbequed and sprayed the Adams family stayed Fester ate the maid and Thing spanked Wednesday with a *****.