phoenixrising

  Battered seas, lashing waves,  Swim for dear life  As the mad-woman raves.  Who will save my soul?  On this dark-filled night,  Who will rescue me from my watery plight?  I gasp, I squirm, I sink and drown,  In the melancholy tears  That soak my face, ruin my gown.  This siren song for a life utterly lost  Like shimmering fog on water  As the little dinghy tossed.  On restless waters and liquid grays  The currents relentless,  Yet my courage chooses to stay.  A lighthouse I spy with my naked eye,  A shining beacon of hope,  My last request before I die…  Pluck my soul from its sodden grave  Find warmth for my spirit  Keep the cold at bay.  All I’ve asked for is love forevermore  Grant me this wish  Before I reach the Styx’s shore. 

Was that a smile?  Directed at him,  Did you bat your eyelashes  Try to Enslave him to your whim?  Did you know that he belonged,  To someone else?  That he gave his heart away  Before he offered you its empty shell?  That every sweet word he now coos to you  Was said many times before,  To another who had his soul and life  Who claimed him for her own, his wife?  He promised her an eternity  While he promises you sleaze  He worshipped and seduced her  While he wins you over with a ‘please’.  A second fiddle or supporting cast,  Is that what you’ve resigned yourself to be?  What do you see when you look at the mirror?  A being less important than glorious he?  The tragic wife drowning in all her woes,  A distant figure to you, not really a foe Why should you care for her abject misery?  Unless someday, you become that miserable she…  Once a cheater and forever so,  Inf...

The cat who sat On the yellow mat Dreamt of his food,  of a rat named Pat.  The rat  was fat And could not run And that for the cat  Took away all the fun. The chase was his aim Not the prize at the end.  And here's a little secret That rat was his friend. 

 Painted lips, and a mouth shut tight Kiss all you want, don’t pick a fight  Bask instead in the strength of man  Who would protect you? Only he can.  Why darken your brow with unholy stress? A woman with worries is an undoubted mess.   Those with opinions are far far worse  Intelligence and wit, an absolute curse.  A sheltered life in a man-built fort;  Is it truly necessary to controversy court?  The maker in His wisdom has granted us our lot.  Women’s lib is a battle, best never fought.  Cherished and protected, life is sweet When a dainty hand is placed beneath a man’s feet.  The price is small,  a tiny compromise In the absence of dignity, would security not suffice? A monthly allowance for chores around the house.... Is it so difficult to sacrifice office for your spouse?  Independence, ambition - such  petty life concerns. When did pushing files trump the tending of the ferns?  A little abuse, a littl...

 Broken, naked and desolate I walk  Barefoot and crazed and bleeding,  Legs and Toes?  Or does the blood seep through my eyes?  Those earthly threads of cotton and sweat  Enfold my skin no longer  I’ve lost my skin as I’ve lost my clothes My innocence and my faith.  The blood runs down my exposed thighs Oblivious to my sobs and cries.  Mother, why do you forsake me?  Father, why did you not let me know?  Those monsters hidden under my bed  Will someday clamber in with me They will tear my flesh and bite at my soul  Their human face more terrifying than sin. I closed my thighs like you’ve taught me to Fought with learning and confidence  But what would monsters know of education and like?  What would they know of my right to breathe?  An empty vessel to be filled with pain  Bones and limbs that I dare not call my own The glass under my feet, soon clutch at my heart.  Breaking, with my shattered, tir...

 Darling you’ve lost  Your game is at an end  You’ve played it well  But to you,  No longer I bend.  You caused great suffering  And heartache and pain  But I’ve regained my equilibrium  While you turn further insane.  This stain will be forgotten  The wounds will fade  I’ll move on and move up  While you stay on in junior grade.  You thought to break me?  You thought I was weak?  That I would lie down to your violence That I would submit without a squeak? The tables have turned my love  The hunter turns prey  Your blue and white clouds  Will now transform to grey.  Your soul - if it ever existed  Is destined for hell Return to your cave now  Shield yourself in your  fragile shell.  Your strength turns out to be  Your one great weakness  Your talent with your fists  Your main cause for stress.  Yet I know that your machismo  Is just another fro...

 Madness  Mad, am I?  A child of tears.  A soul born of darkness  And unconquered fears.  Flickering lights  Nothing substantial,  The more I seek  The more I lose.... Deceitful light  Turning copper to gold Forcing a bid  On what should never be sold.  Mad, am I?  To risk my precarious hold   On self preservation and sanity, For the greatest lie ever told.  Trust in the lights, he said Let them be your guide,  Follow the glimmers  And salvage your pride.  Mad, am I?  For I cannot see my path  The lights grow dim  And I stagger and fall... A scraped knee, And an ego bruised,  What can I ever gain? When my talent is to lose. Mad, am I?  To seek the bright  When eternal darkness  Seems my only birthright.  Clawing and dragging  Into the great void  A tiny little push....  Mad, am I ? The chasm beckons me  Seduces my soul  With the ...