I'm Just Lounging...

Closed hearts
blur our vision

souls die
rejected
imprisoned

incisions made
with contemptuous hearts

leave us open
and pull us apart

voices calling
out of the dark

white winged angels
upon us embark

searching for clarity
and honest revision

embracing our spirit
with graceful precision

out of the depths
of our deepest despair

the angels are speaking
and so we shall dare

to hear of their wisdom
will set our hearts free

open forever
our eyes shalt then see

an immaculate rejection
born from our dignity

[freeman]

Lovely poem, BA.

Thank you, Freeman!

I do need a place to share some of my writings so I dedicate this thread to me and everyone is invited.

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BURIED

I buried all my writings
in the backyard
under dirt

my knuckles
they were bleeding
and my fingers really hurt

the words were scrawled
like zigs and zags
and I was writing
all night long

the words THEY said
I couldn't write
were turning into song

they're all the evidence
I ever had
so I dug into the dawn

THEY found me
in the morning
sprawled out
across the lawn

THEY took
the shovel
from my hand
and made me
show
THEM where

THEY burned them right
in front
of me
all I
could do
was stare

FREEDOM OF SPEECH

My freedom of speech
was stripped away
when through my poetry
I tried to say

what was going on
in second grade

all it brought
was to my knees
a beg, a bargain
and a plea

don't break my arms
don't hurt my wrists
I know that now
I must resist

the urge to write
and tell the world
what you are doing
to this little girl

PIECES

my childhood
is ragged
and jagged
in fragmented pieces

lying around
in crumbled
up creases

I stumbled
I tumbled
I feel to my knees

leave me alone
I'm begging you
please!

whatever you're doing
I know it's not right
I might be a child
but, I'm gonna fight

someday I'll publish
your sins and much more
someday I promise
I'll settle the score

MY SOUL

I am
what I am
and
I dare try
not to be
your perception
of me

I am
what you see
and
I dare try
not to be
your conception
of me

I am
what I am
and
I dare try
not to deceive
your impression
of me

I am me

a being
from within
not just the flesh
of my skin
nor the lines
on my shell

I am me

and inside
I must dwell
in my own
private hell

MY POETRY

THEY said
that I
could never
share
my poetry
and when
I dared
to tell
the truth
about
my life
my skin
it fell
upon
THEIR knife

the scars
they left
were
over time
years of
abuse
when I
was nine

It was all
a part
of a
bigger plan
the government
and the
ku klux klan

the CIA
and the
FBI
they were
all connected
they all
had ties

no where
to turn
no one
to call
the neighbors
knew
they were all
involved

the Illuminati
is their name
European roots
in the USA

Freemasons
and the
Vatican
the Catholic Church
and the priests
therein

pedophiles
hiding
their sins
masked underneath
their ugly grins

mind control
and torture ruled
splitting off my core ensued

prostitution and pornography
they kept the money
and used me
for FREE

cut my throat
told me
to die
kill myself
commit suicide

programmed me
to be afraid
held mock funerals
to prepare the day

forbidden always
to scream in pain
burned with cigarettes
and called insane

bright lights
were shining
upon my eyes
interrogated
I could not lie

you know not of
the things you do
so kill me now
because I refuse

to live my life
in complacent fear
precious to me
and oh, so dear

God gave me strength
to fight the wrong
he gave me hands
to write the song
he gave me light
to see my way
he helped me through
my every day

when it was dim
he spoke to me
when all alone
he set me free

when it was time
he let me see
my life, my story
my memory

thank you, God
for what you've done
for now I know
I'll see the sun

the dark was shadowing
my every day
I could no longer live
that way

I begged you please
to remove the reins
to lift the weights
and unlock the chains

to hear me sing out
loud and clear
to help me face
my enveloped fear

forgive me, God
for I
have sinned
but do you know
where I have been?

LIKE A BIRD

My father didn't love me
and my mother didn't care;
so I cowered in the corner
when I knew the time was near

when I heard their footsteps coming
I bunched myself into a ball
and with my head between my knees
I would roll into the wall

trapped I knew I was
as their voices followed me
so I truned into a bird
hoping flight would set me free

As I perched myself upon a lamp
very quiet on the shade
they searched the room with peering eyes
that just cut me like a blade

their fingers reached to flip the switch
and when the bulb turn on
it exploded very loudly
and in a second I was gone

I flew into the ceiling
and finding no safe place to land
I turned into a lamp
and on the table I would stand

We don't want to play this game
of cat and mouse with you
so just lie down upon your back
and in a minute we'll be through

It doesn't matter where you hide
there's no place you can go
the doors are locked behind you
and the neighbors
they all know

They'll lead you by the arm
and return you back to us
there's no place like your home
so please don't make a fuss

A hummingbird is what
I decided I would be
small and quite obscure
I would humm them to their knees

as they swatted at their ears
they thought a fly was buzzing through
so they slapped me to the ground
and their hands
they felt like glue

we can play this game all night
if that is your desire
or we'll just get some gasoline
and set your hair on fire

with those words I fell with force
upon our old, green rug
I dug my nails into the fiber
and turned into a bug

they took their foot
and squahsed me down
then they placed me in their hand

I spreaad my wings and took to flight
God had a biggter plan

[Thumper]