| Fly Away
Flying so fast, running so far - I will fly-fly-fly away. Please, God, let me fly-fly-fly away. Oh, don't let him in Don't let him near me. Oh, Great Goddess, listen! Let me Fly-fly-fly away- hide-hide-hide away Fall into the darkness - where he can't find me- I'm so small crack in the wall. Let me fly-fly-fly away. Don't see me Don't come near! Oh, Great Goddess Please let me Fly-fly-fly away So far-so fast. I close my eyes I fly away On the wings of hope and sin, Like the Raven, No more---NO MORE! |
| Momma, help.
My eyes I don�t want to close. The darkness will swallow me whole If I lay in this death pose. Screams, panting, hot & heavy. Morpheus� toll I refuse to pay. I�m drowning in a blue & black swirl. Momma, help your little girl. Sweating; stale beer on his breath, hot In my face. Stone grip around my neck. Blood in my mouth, my nose, from lips. This can�t be my lot In this life. Seth has taken a trek Across my path. Chocking, sputtering this red water From my mouth. Momma, help your trepid daughter. Cold wind on naked skin, Bumps, bruises, bleeding. Muscles sore From the hateful sin Committed to this body; the soul that he tore Into little shreds. Mars stole my precious pearl. Momma, help your little girl. For Shame, for shame, for shame, The brutality of it. Fears, tears, and screams; Can�t wash it away. All the nightmares are the same. He�s lurking, he�s lurking, he�s lurking in my dreams. Loki has led me to the land of slaughter, Naked and alone. Momma, help your fragile daughter. |
| Precious Sparrow.
Little bird, Little bird, Where are you now? Do you still cry? Are you free? She lay on the floor, Battered, bruised, bleeding; Eyes closed & leaking water While he grunts 200Ibs above her. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, Will it never end? She tried to speak up, Stomped down, stamped out, No one believed her. They call her whore, Nine-months- Fourteen years- She attempted to tell Of what was happening. But no one heard her. Who would listen to The daughter of a whore Against the man The state had chosen? Life eventually Will be choked Out of, Nothing more Precious to come. Little bird, Little bird, What have I done? |
| What I learned in Thirty Years..
. My Greeting Card. Secret are the thoughts of lovers, Hidden are the children�s dreams. Quiet are the pains of truth, Veiled are the ideals of youth. Mythic are the hopes of few, Mystic are the lovers true. Vain are the poet�s wishes, Dead are the mother�s fears. Vague are the promises of tomorrow, -----All bought with youthful tears. |