Category: Random poetry

For “Geri”

"Enlightened Witness." A Prayer for EasterEstherPrayerPshawPshawYour prayers.P-Shaw.I’ll give you a prayer.Pshaw.I am your neighbor.I am your friend.I don’t need your prayers.Don’t pray to me.Don’t pray for me.I’m a public,Don’t you see.We don’t need your prayers.Prayers.Pshaw.Pshaw.Pshaw.Now, friends, they’re a different thing.Esther.Friend.Geri.Geraldine.Friend.Easter.Pshaw.Esther,Friend.We’ll rise again,In love with you, my friend.Esther.Geri.Geraldine.Amen.

“Ash…”

The ArtistThe brush strokes are genius.An act of genius.An act.Not an act.But an Act.Action.Discernment.Pride.An act of discerning pride in another.Not the other.ButAnOther.Your soul mate.Your soul.But she’s blindso she doesn’t know.She’s been blindedby that pride.Their pride.Not the Pridethat she has,the Pride of a Lion.But the pride of vengeance for the Pride she shownAt the first breath…She … Continue reading “Ash…” →

“The Wounding”

https://psychcentral.com/disorders/narcissistic-personality-disorder/narcissistic-sociopath They took it. The soulless ones. They robbed me. They called it love. But love doesn’t rob. At least I don’t think so. I wouldn’t know, quite honestly. It was gold, what they took. A golden nugget. A part of me that had gold inside. It was precious. What they took. It was vicious. … Continue reading “The Wounding” →

“The Vanquished”

https://psychcentral.com/pro/recovery-expert/2016/10/are-you-the-designated-scapegoat#1 You got me. You’ve done it. You’ve won. Because that is the game we were playing, yes? No? Because there are rules. Rule #1: Don’t admit to the game. It doesn’t exist. Rule #2: Play to the rules of the game or you will be excluded. Rule #3: We are all playing the game. … Continue reading “The Vanquished” →