In My Thoughts

Paradise Aflame-(California wildfire Nov. 2018) Flames of Paradise don’t leave us homeless Flames of destruction don’t leave us hopeless Bring us mercy, for we’re boundless Rebuilding we will, but forgetting we won’t Fleeing your destructive path without looking back Catching aflame will be our end like Gomorrah to salt Burning our sins is like a violent assault We escape to only return to ashes and debris Many are lost to naked eyes; fearing possible consumption, by the flames of paradise Those without hope choose to go down with their homes Like a captain chooses to go down with his ship Material possession or life possession, can we exist without the other? Many were set ablaze, sacrificed to the flames of death With its hunger satisfied, the blaze of death calms itself It burns weaker, preparing to sleep on a full belly The blaze subsides; allowing itself to be overtaken We base our worth on the frivolous materials we accu...

Child Bride I was spared when you were sacrificed. A lifetime of suffering but you defied. What you don’t know won’t hurt you but they lied. I was grateful for your confidence when you shared. You were bridaled against your will out of fears. My defiance saved me a lifetime of tears. Your safety and protection were betrayed. By the ones you trusted to obey. Your gift of virginity was preyed upon. Your innocence and purity was strung along. With the promise of eternal life in the great beyond. But experience and life would prove the improbable. When your soul couldn’t deal you contemplated leaving this world But, an Angel was bestowed, to spare your soul. You were later blessed with more angels, to love you loud For every day on this Earth ensures your legacy.

The blinding rage filled her skull as she drove home Confused; not understanding where the feeling was coming from What are these feelings? she wonders In her mind’s eye, she sees tragedy come upon her child She blames him for this tragedy! She has lost her child to death She blames him for he is a malicious man His anger towards her absence is clouding his judgment, as he lashes out at her o’er and o’er, without provocation A Narcissist!  A psychopath! A sociopath!  Yes, he embodies all. She imagines him standing at the podium, watching her child in the coffin Walking towards him, eyes red with anger and rage that has driven her mad She handles the heavy wooden chair, drags it beside her as she strolls by family mourners Before anyone realizes what is about to unfold in their midst She swings the wooden chair with all the might in her Landing in his head with intent to do permanent damage, whatever that looks  like The chair collides...