Ghosts unglorified
Watch the black angels weep
Demonic doctrines at play in our minds
In our homes, in the streets
Your diamond earrings
Your rhinestone-encrusted phone
Your manicures
Your shoe-shine labor throne
The devil is in the details
But only the dead can see
The big picture
Count your pills
Count your money
Count your friends
How’s that honey?
Ghosts with wide eyes
Watch the angels cry
Demonic ways at work in our heads
In our beds, it should be a crime
Devil is in the details
Every nook and cranny
When will we see the big picture?

Ochre scrubbed ebony skin
Wooden jewelery here and there
Picture perfect beauty in simplicity
She walked in moral fortification -
fashioned in decency
Hardwork and wisdom was her charm

Barefeet and weighted with firewood on her head
Pots and baskets she juggled in hands
and through scorching heat she focussed ahead
the dessert sand burning her feet
Not once did she say it was a plight

She was proud to be a woman
The keeper of men and children
Through rain through sunshine
cooperating with her man's other woman

She worked for survival of all
Getting up in the first light of day
Submitting and respecting
Raising her children in acceptable ways

She was the unglorified worrior
A war hero could not fit her shoe

But she didnt have that shoe
So she smiled and made her man happy,
and her children

There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won.
Where you used swords
And I used guns.
There was bloodshed,
Deep cuts and wounds.
And each soldier each side did swoon.
Yours more than mine!
In the fought span of time.
And when we were done
The world around thought, I had won!
I looked around,
My gaze to the ground,
Covered in red.
'Tis true all your soldiers were dead.
And half of mine remained
Going never to be the same.
We hung our heads in shame
Killing is not a game.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won
And...
Which cannot be undone.

Unglorified victories
are glorious yet.
No one knows
what the novice knows
as he goes from worse
to better.
The consequence is small,
of course -- too small for pros
to care to notice.
Yet every pro
is a glorified novice.

I thought I was special, but you stripped
me of my blossoming beauty, my humanity,
overpowering me as I begged you to stop
violating my space, snatching my soul
so savagely, your grubby hands holding
me tight around my throat, the hunger
burning within you as you ***** me
with an uncontrollable force.

Your flaming face was filled with sheer
hatred, smoky sensations surfacing his
darkened lips, his filthy cheeks, his touch
so disturbing to my flesh, stressing
my subconscious, making me feel like
I was slipping into an unconscious state.

My life wasn’t the same, my beautiful
******* unglorified, my sweet and delicious
lips lost in the distant seas, my oxygen
shattered, ****** up from his disgusting love,
his damaging fingernails clawing into my skin,
my memories bleeding raw rhythms, scarred beats,
unrecognizable songs slowly shrinking, vanishing
away into deserted lands.

I was filled with mad screams spinning within
my cells, derailed, dismayed, fading, shoulders
slumped, arms crumbling like a brick building,
my thighs exhausted, my ****** bombarded,
ripped apart like a stolen heart, like a lost star
searching for its counterpart.

My innocence was cruelly taken away from me,
my flourishing flowers of life divided, subtracted,
cut off as he had his way with me, and I was steady
drowning in faraway galaxies, wishing
this nightmare would end so that I may
have peace.

I was staggering helplessly through the darkened
night, blindsided, misguided, colliding with flaming
asteroids, feeling unsound, drowned, inadequate,
desolate, my swollen skin incessantly bleeding
broken metaphors, slashed similes, and freezing
diction with no rhythm.  My body was screaming,
seeking a missing dream, not knowing how to survive
or thrive on this wild ride, confined, divided, drifting
deep down below bottomless depths.  I never thought
I could feel so alone, maxed out, ice-cold, shouldering
the damaging storms of unglorified depictions, my breath
periodically fluctuating, breaking, slipping away
into lifeless labyrinths where the darkness haunted me
with its terrifying illusions.