Remembering Grace

That dark well of time. Grace is always desired but very picky.

Turned black by the mixing. She may choose to visit you today.

Of too many colours. She may choose to ignore you tomorrow.

Memories merge and melt. Your love is unconditional. Her’s is not.

Harder to find, details are faint.

King Kong

Peeling Feet

Chipped and scratched,

Layer after layer,I’ve turned cloudy.

Falling away,

I am a lowly Shooter.

No place is free,My job is to hit the better marbles,

Of my prying fingersAnd win them.

Blood rears its head,Guided expertly by a steady hand,

But I cannot ’s the only hand I have ever known.

I express my nervousness, I may be bigger than most,

And revel in the I am no match for the King Kong.

Mr. BanerjiRun Away, Fly Free

Exotic, smog that chokes.

White teeth, delicate cars that honk.

He is proper, he is polite.

This city is my prison.

He lives in the shadows,So filled with Life.

His anxiety is his ball and filled with Hurt.

Like a beautiful butterfly;I am not safe from any of it.

Trapped in a jar andMy sanctuary is no where.

Put on display in this new world.

I beg to be released from my Shackles.

Something inside me keep resisting,

The urge to run away and fly free.

Every Little ThingCordelia

Every imperfection,The alfa-female turned runt.

Every flaw,She tortured without mercy.

Every has received it back tenfold.

They torture because they were tortured.

A girl’s keen eye willThere is no winner,

Pick up any the alfa-female lost more than she knows.

Everything will be used against you.

There are no exceptions.

You cannot escape it.

Mean Mouth.

Wicked flicks of the tongue.

Lashes that sting the soul.

Cruelty unabashed, not regretted.

Insults are thrown with ease.

They hit Their target where it is most effective

Merciless glee shines in a cold heart.

MotherThe Fall

Mother Mary,Seeping, sinking in.

Who art in cold, the ice, I am numb.

Fallen the risen.

What does she see?

What does she think?The Mexican Blanket

She came down fromRough and course to touch.

Heaven one ’s embrace is soft, tender.

I feel warm inside.

And in her black cloak,

She did rescue me.

PaintingButterflies

The Paintbrush moves Flitter and flutter over the fields.

The canvas in hungrily eating it beauty shines in the sun’s light.

The colours and patterns doled brittle, so gentle, easily broken.

They have strength in their beauty.

The canvas jumps to life,The patterns on their wings hypnotize.

Under determined man can resist the butterfly’s charm.

Painted dreams brought to life.

Little Toes, Big Fights

Little Toes.

Little Fingers.

Big Fights.

Big Hurts.

Must keep the little one

Tucked away from harm.

CheatingThat Voice!

One lover,Whispering wickedness in my ear.

Two lover,That Voice!

Three lover, FourRefusing to be ignored.

That Voice!

How many lovers until I get mine?It’s orders always hurt me.

That Voice!

Cheater, cheater.I cannot tell anyone about it.

You were Voice!

That voice will be my undoing!

Cheater, cheater.

No love to find.

LimboSo Your Plain has been Hijacked

Through Travel one life not ask questions.

Over that cross-country bus ride,Do what they tell you.

One life is left not speak unless spoken to.

Another life is still ahead. Do not complain.

But there is a gap in livesDo not rebel.

When traveling to new not talk back.

Travel is not a not ignore them.

Enjoy this time of not be anyone important.

The only worries are of food,Stay where you are.

Sleep and what ever they give you.

Travel is life in maybe,

Just maybe, you might make it out alive.

Out of Date

I wear too much make-up.

My face is chalky and my lips too red.

My clothes are out of date yet too young for me

I wear too much perfume.

I remember a fallen era.

My lingo falls onto deaf ears.

I am out of date.