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this pain

this torment

this horrible venture

this nightmarish journey

when will it end

will it ever end

what have i done

how could this happen

to me

to you

it isnt fair to either party involved

i want something i can never have

something i should never want

never be

never need

i didnt want it to end like this

i didnt want it to end

but was there another option

was there another way to make things work

make things run

the earth spin

the room spin

my head spin

it hurts

it stings

falling all over myself

falling faster

i didnt want to do this

i didnt want to drag you down

dont listen to me

it doesnt mean a thing

doesnt ammount to much

never has

probably never will

its ok

no its not

never is

damaged

damaging

destroyed

down to not much more than a single thread

and i brought you along

ruined you

destroyed you

almost robbed you of all the good in you

all the magic you once had

still have

im sorry

two words that could never say enough

mean what i meant it to mean

what i still mean it to mean

im sorry

death to my heart

death to all that is me

i dont want to drag you to your doom

i dont...

i dont...

never

making no sense

not anymore

i should shut up

i should say no more

no more

im sorry

so sorry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrL0bYsF_0E

Handwritten Poetry

Karyn Indursky

Crafting poetry with

fluttering hands dancing

across pages with word

paint accenting expressions

from your eyes

into the depths of poetry

to unbind your talent

with graphics animating 

your poetry to dance into

muses of creativity
for sharing the core

of essence unrelenting

with vivid imagery popping

veins of communication

until you've molded

handwritten poetry.

I sit in my pain

alone... 

but I have a friend

who likes to say funny things

and I enjoy that a lot

but it's not lifting me up

like it usually does

I hurt deep inside

because of my love

and it keeps me at bay

inspiration is plugged

I lost my freedom

this very day

a conversation

killed what I thought was okay

and so I stay away

from the love that's within

but I'm still fighting 

for inspiration to win

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Have you seen Jesus have you talked with the Sun? Have you been to Hel and met with Hel yea she had me sprung, have you seen shadows with no bodies or ancient symbols on walls? Have you walked alone through the woods and seen ghosts in the forest? Have you heard voices before quakes have you been with the clouds? Have you disarmed crowds by throwing up a peace sign, have you ever jumped 10 seconds in air, chasing someone down they look back and start screaming, all they see is a shadow, like when an eagle strikes, I got pictures of Jesus, I got him on film twice.

Hawaiian Sonnet

Karyn Indursky

Shall I compare thee voice to musical cord?

Thou voice is more like a soprano singer

talented enough to make thy record

knowing how to make your sweet notes linger.

My feet go a tap, tap, tap to each beat

dancing to your belly-dancer story

while your chorus sings off lyrical sheets

and harmony sets the stage with glory.

Thy audience demands an encore now.

Thou talent is cherished and demanded.

An elegant performance deserves bows.

Love for Hawaiian song and dance expanded.

So long as voices and dancing allure

fans will continue to return for more.

I will try to write

this most beloved rhyme in 3 by 7 lines.

The art of self enlightenment

to fill the empty chambers

of our hearts in 7 loveable parts.

To discover our self

is a journey through

the minds of our ancestors,

both living and dead.

A journey

within a journey

to discover one's self.

Is but yet, another inward journey

backward through one's cognitive universe

of our own personal self.

To embrace

accept

and love the real me.

That stands alone as a glorious prize

with wonders to be discovered,

and treasures to be beholden at the finish line.

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @copyright   

Legal Poet

<div style="color: #494949; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #edf5fa; font: normal normal normal 12px/170% Verdana, sans-serif; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: normal; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">As I was walking through the garden&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">looking for flowers, I saw him.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He was crouched down in front of plant.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">I said, excuse me, Sir,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">Do you have any poppy flowers?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">As he stood up to greet me and turned around,&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">he was holding a giant turnip.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He teased me with it,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">hiding his face behind</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">as he answered my question.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">Apparently, he used to have a poppy plant.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">But there was rumor,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">the authorities had gotten word of it,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and he had to destroy it.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He just couldn't have</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">that kind of trouble</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">around his garden,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">disturbing his peace.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">I laughed and listened as he told me detailed stories about the plant.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">How he extracted opium from it once in a while and used it for medicine.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">And about the fights he would get into with a neighbor </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">who would sometimes sneak over the fence </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">slice into the pod and steal the resin.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">I told him the reason I was looking for one,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">was that I wanted to paint its beautiful form</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and I needed a model.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He then proceeded to tell me</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">about other flowers&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">he was growing in his garden.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">Perhaps you could paint one of them instead, he said.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">As he guided me toward the blooming beds,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">he told me about his scientific methods of farming.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">Seems, he was a Biodynamic farmer.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">Positioning's of the stars, moon and sun,&nbsp;guided him in the tending of his garden.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He told me about the seasons,&nbsp;and the daylight and night light.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">And of how each aspect affected the plants.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">I learned about the decay after harvest season,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">about the death of winter,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and about the best time to plant seeds.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He talked about the heavy rains of spring,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and the flowers blooming</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and the bees pollenating</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">and about the mating season.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">It was getting late, and I had to get back home.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">He invited me to come to his garden anytime to paint.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">And then I proceeded to go on my way,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">fully intending to come back one day.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino;">&nbsp;</span></p></div>

Magik as fuck

we make a great team

inspiration exploding

right out the seams

My perfect muse

He makes me sing

and hardly has to

do a darn thing

He stole my heart

I can't help myself

For him I'd to anything

I deep under his spell

I was running through the wilderness,

Heart torn and eyes too big to see,

In my fortress of solitude,

A temporary space to escape in,

You came to me in my dreams.

Now my heart beats proudly, as you’re holding on to me,

I painted perfection; it’s only you that I can see.

You’ve taught me I’m a fighter,

When naked, I still believe,

You are more than just a figment of imagination.

This love is a fire, that when touched it can heal,

Burning passion lingers, the reason I breathe,

The future is ours, a wild ride together; we are free,

We are just ordinary people in our extra-ordinary worlds,

When with you there’s nothing I can’t believe,

I loved you before I met you,

You came to me in my dreams.

Heinously Committing Adultery

By Karyn Indursky

Bare-naked before you she stands revealing 
her externality only to please your 
straying eyes from lurking on another 
scarlet haired woman skimpily dressed in 
sheer black diamond stockings exposing skin 
up to her lace trimmed mini 
skirt with turquoise embroidery shimmering 
elegantly under your gaze before showing you 
black diamond sequins bouncing off lights 
in her mockery of a blouse only buttoned above 
cantaloupe breasts perking in acknowledge of 
growls burning your tight throat wanting 
more than temptation, but with your 
wife blocking your way you have 
no one to stray to for one last night 
before she serves divorce papers for 
heinously committing adultery.

I'll write a couple lines

then you write a couple lines

let's see if we

can change the world

feet, firmly in the ground

holding me in place, as i stand on my own

but i need you here with me

before the waves come crashing down

just because im strong enough

doesnt mean i want to fly solo

just because i can stand alone

doesnt mean i have any desire to

i could wander through this storm alone

but its nowhere near the top of my list

withstand the winds

withstand the rain

even though i could pull through

it wouldnt be the same without you

• Hershey Marvel‏

  Karyn Indursky

Unfold the silver wrapper 

with dancing eyes 

as you peal open 

your Hershey kiss 

and savor your treat 

like a trip to chocolate paradise.

Life doesn't seem to easy,

When everybody is looking at her,

The tears start to get heavy,

As the steam builds up inside,

But she should not worry,

Because if she wanted she could survive,

Sitting on the floor with a bottle in her hands,

Trying to find one good thing in her life,



As the memories fade away,

She begins to cry again,

While everyone else seems alright,

If she looked past the smiles she would see the pain hidden behind their eyes,

At this point why would she care?

As the bottle rattles as she tosses it back and forth in her hands,



Tears roll,

Black mascara staining her face,

Only she knows what she is about to do,

One after another they fall into her mouth,

Until the whole bottle was gone,

Her mother found her lifeless body the next morning,

The tradgedy of a girl,

Who found herself a death wish to turn out all the lights.

keep away

hide away

burn away

escape today

for tomorrow may be brighter

though i feel it will get bleaker

hide away

keep away

before i lose my mind

and blow you away

Welp, I guess it's gonna be a party.

Dancing all night long.

Drinking beers and having fun.

I can't help but to smile right now.

Everything in life is going perfectly well.

Hold Onto Dreams

Karyn Indursky 

Hold onto dreams

whether they feel obtainable

or not for your dreams

are wishing stars of inspiration

to strive forward and persevere verses giving up

as you grow to be a survivor.

In my absence I could sense your pain

as I live inside your heart

you reside in mine

your suffering is felt

and I wish to reach out

put my arms around

remind you of my love for you

my darling you light up my life

 and I hope to relight yours

End it all, good bye to the ones dear to me, let it spill out like a flood,

Holding a picture of my love to my heart and drown in my own blood.



Because of the blood all you see on my arm is red,

as i express inside and out i feel like i'm dead.



Sitting there watching as the blood on my arm spills,

Trying to slip away as i down all the bottle of pills.



I start to take them one by one,

I will continue this until the deed is done.



Death is not just my only thought beacuse of my depression,

It has become not only a thought but an insane obsession.



Holding on just isn't an option for me anymore,

It's to hard holding on plus i have nothing to live for.



So i say goodbye to the ones that i love,

I pray that they forgive as i watch over them from above.



I start to feel dizzy the room starts to spin,

I realize the consequences i know it's a sin.



I start to feel guilty i want to go back,

But unfortunately now it is life that i lack.



Now all my body is a corpse that will rot,

Never to return and still even though dead happy i am not.



So be careful or you will end up like me,

Dead and under the ground unable to be free

Hollow Dreams

Karyn Indursky

Mystery Man I'd travel the clouds 

on a flying red carpet

to see, hear his melodic voice,

and find comfort in his arms

as my arms go round his neck

and in that moment of eclipsed time

I'm in paradise with my veiled soul-mate

and my heart thumps beats

lurking in my dream and leaves with a flick...

of eyes for he's my jigsaw puzzle

I haven't figured out, 

but warms my heart til I yearn

for unabiding reality verses hollow dreams.

You know

I'm having the time of my life

dancing around the stage

playing with as you hide behind your mask

Your direction guides me

and I'm gliding

The comedy is hysterical

The touches from your other actors feel good

but only because I know it's your play

I look to you for direction

I am in awe of your abilities

To move me

even when it's not your face that I see

I see your heart in every man

and every woman

and as I dance with these actors

I feel you so close to me

it endears me

to watch you watch me

and to watch how you direct the others

I love you so deeply

but you are my director

I'm just an actress

I want you to take advantage of me

isn't that something directors are supposed to do?

seduce the hot new actress...

take advantage of...

If only you would...

I want you to take me... 

and to fall in love with me too

The comets are getting closer don't worry I wont let them hurt you, I am the same as nobody so people can have their folgers, waking up in the morning, making love and the moaning, I may sneak out at night but love your my one and only, you are my third dimension the only one worth to mention, the holy dance we make our trinity of perfection, all these years together our astronomical patience we see each other through darkness or brightness without lenses.

Home To Heaven

Karyn Indursky-2013

Wings of serenity...
Hearts of tranquility...
Hugs of support.

Wings of spirituality...
Hearts of compassion...
Hugs of sympathy.

Wings of peace...
Hearts of prayer...
Hugs of families.

Wings of friendships... 

Hearts of souls... 

Hugs of love. 

Wings of angels...

Hearts of emotions... 

Hugs of faith.

I won't go getting tired of you.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L2mnoH1Fypo

Please don't let me be misunderstood.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HHjKzr6tLz0

Honey-Bun Friendship

Karyn Indursky

Shall I compare thou friendship to a flower

Yes I have remembered, when you brought me that basket.

Full of delights, but where is my casket?!

The shiny bead in the middle of your eye calls for me to sing shrill

The sharpness of your tounge beckons me to kill

I can't vanish, I can't vanish!

I will seek your moment but mine can't vanish!

Immortal distraught corrupted and tall, Recycled and bought FIRE Tidal waves in stock.

OVER and OVER, they crash upon thy shore, OVER and OVER till finally I am bored.

Release the krackin, the chains are cut and CHINK, demons on the loose and now I am free

Red pits of noise, screaming little boys, the poise I take waiting for your choice.

TO CAVE, COME TO ME, because I do see, that all of your suffering is because you fleed.

What were you thinking, why dont you believe, god is miniscule when compared to me!

HAHA, you know that this isnt a game, you know the only place for you is shame.

YOU FUCKED UP, and now you're angry. Because you're sick of the guilt.

Now you do wrong because it makes you feel built. You're time is running out so make a descision, you can become a devil or you can face it's south.

numb empty smiles, hollow brains

wandering the earth searching for pret

food, flesh, guts, tendons

the seams of my body come apart on screen

brought down to primeval drained reactions

stalking the warm blooded creatures of the earth

whats left of a once alive, living dead

a tired, crimson stained zombie

all of this is a twisted map of the cavernous heart

inside this sad excuse of a human being

this sad, dead, excuse for me

Hostage

By Karyn Indursky

The blanket that can never satisfy 
my needs and wants of security, love, warmth, etc. 
holds me hostage from you, the world, and my future. 
I fight this dark tight suffocatingly tight blanket 
of mine that swallows me whole. 
I struggle to be strong, level headed, and all, 
but the blanket covers me and doesn't let me 
up and get out. 
I'm dying in a world of suffocation and despair. 
I want this blanket off and now. 
I want to be me again and not this scary dark gloomy 
person I've become lately. 
I want to be free and not held in this blanket. 
I'm tired of being the hostage.

I dug out the knife you embedded so deep

Stood to my own two feet

Only to find myself running

Far, far away

I found a little place on top of a hill

Where secrets fly safely

Nobody knows

I locked the door

Threw out the key

But its strange that my trash is your treasure

I tried to forget

Your memories are worthless trash to me

Although I still cry

You are my worst enemy

But my strongest weakness



I am the best kept secret

Because you will never see

The emotions that plague me

In this delightful, magical house on top of a hill

You are dead to me

Neverless I am so unhappy

Without my best friend.

we look at each other

lost, thoughts scattered

trying to find all the answers

again, in each others eyes

second guess

second thoughts

fourth beginning

is this the fourth end

these final thoughts are leaving my heart crucified with doubt

Hugs 4 Free

Karyn Indursky 

No matter the time...

No matter the place...

my friends wrap me in a hug. 

No matter who or 

what I'm dealing with 

their hugs touch and comfort me.

No matter the day...

 stop what you're doing...

 to lay a hug upon your friends...

It's the best, most symbolic gift 

of friendship, support, love and they're free.

the hunger

the sickness

i try to shake it

but i cant stop shaking

the craving

the desire

attempting to deny them

that which they crave

but im weak

my muscles tighten

my bones snap

but im not thinking about this at this time

all i can think about is the hunger

"when will it be fed" i ponder

as it sucks me dry

this sickness

this disease

having its way with me

pale, yet dark with bruises

engulphing

swallowing

pulling more of me out with each breath it takes

this monster

this demon

cannibalistic down to its core

devouring my body

devouring my soul

and it leaves me here

so hungry, so ill

so broken, and bruised

wishing for a freedom

that i know will never be

Hungry For Thanksgiving
Karyn Indursky 

Upon thy table lies Thanksgiving feast

not to be eaten until prayers are read

one by one each gives thanks from most to least

and our Father is at the table head.

Around the maple table food is shared

while chatter ignites and eyes glow happy

with sights of generations brought so rare

to be together and we get sappy.

Beloved pictures are taken as gifts

to forever hold these memories in 

our hearts as emotions sometimes shift

telling new stories can't wait to begin.

So long as the sun comes up everyday

we all can give thanks each and every day.

I am a writer. I express myself through my poems and my writing. My way of coping is to write. I have a way with words.

I learn through listening and communicating. I can usually figure out someone with in a matter of days just by talking and listening watching facial expressions and body language.

I am a caring person. I care about people. I like to help them especially my friends. Sometimes I’m considered too nice. I go out of my way for people when I get nothing in return.

I am gullible. I believe people when most of the time I shouldn’t.

I am sarcastic. I have a very sarcastic sense of humor. Sometimes I offend people but never intentionally.

I am kind. I am the type of person who would give you the shirt off my back. I am the type of person who would go out of my way to be there for you no matter how inconvenient.

I am smart. Maybe not book smart but I know a lot about the world and the people in it.

I am who I am and no one is going to change that. I might be going through a rough patch but I will fight. I will be me again just have faith in me as I have faith in all of you.

I am a writer. I express myself through my poems and my writing. I AM ME!!!

Illustrating

I buckle

By Karyn Indursky

I buckle 
for sweet words, sweet things, sweet tastes, sweet offers, 
and oh Lord do I buckle 
for human affection?! 
It's like nothing else 
to have your hand held, 
a warm open body to wrap yourself in for an embrace, 
sweet lips to kiss and taste, 
and so much... 
so much more.

I am alone in a sea of people.

A “lone wolf”

traveling on a solitary road,

trying to avail myself of the things of the flesh.

Materialism only serves to enslave it’s owners,

forcing it’s stewarts to forget the real important things.

I stand before you,

yet you refuse to see me.

I speak,

but only the silent wind is listening.

We have been friends for so long,

but I am still invisible.

I open a small window to my soul,

but you walk around it.

I peel off my protective skin

revealing myself

naked as the crying wind,

but you fail to understand me.

I give you a taste of my secret thoughts,

but you do not hear me.

You recall my life in every detail,

yet you fail to grasp my essence;

you know of me,

but you do not know me.

I share myself,

but you refuse my gifts.

Ourselves,

are waiting for the opportunity to share

follows in our shadow

down the twisting road of life’s journey.

We cannot outrun it,

it will always overtake us at every chance.

Our fate is assured,

the dichotomic duality

between our real,

and imaginary self is inevitable.

the paradoxical life

we call living,

is necessary to guarantee our humanity.

Wrapping ourselves with beautiful borrowed flesh,

the gorgeous dark skin hiding our souls

is purely incidental.

Would the contents  of a package diminish

if the wrapper was different?

Can a container overtake

the importance of it’s contents?

The artificial construction we live in,

forced upon ourselves

by self imposed constraints,

binds us to the confines of a personal reality;

a pre manufactured mold

denying our full potential at vitality.

The essence of life is in ones perception,

for perception is transformed into reality.

Do we all see the same Sun?

But one must believe!

We need Biblical faith!

God spoke,

and her words became flesh.

the beautiful containers which one endeavor to build,

is only a pretty dress

to wrap far more important

parts of one’s self.

The flesh which imprison our spark,

the beautiful dark skin wrapping our essence,

is purely incidental.

We are

who we are,

and could be no other.

The me

from the real self

always presence itself;

no matter what wrapper

the precious package comes in.

One cannot deny one’s self,

for the reflection of our being in the mirror of life

stare us down like an omnipresent overlord

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright   

I don't want you

By Karyn Indursky

The sweetest dream 
I never had 
because before me you did not stand. 
You weren't there 
to speak, listen, participate, and what not. 
You were too good for me... 
or so you thought, 
but you weren't then and aren't now. 
Now, I'm past you and heading into a very promising future. 
You want me back, but I don't want you.

My lies I spew onto the unforgiving for what have I to lose 

My weakness is unforgiving too

A shrewd is a man that pertains to my existence living in denial and soaked with sin

Distinctly I manage a word or two that perhaps has a miniscule sense relating to truth

But it is vanquished as mysteriously as it was born

And in the eyes of the devil is my attention sworn

Who is it with rage when I scorn on the pitiful

Dutiful is this indulgence to terrorize the the gentle 

All in me the birds flock to block a question

A question essential for an opening of my severely charred brain

Circles in circles in circles in circles 

Ill follow these determind to find but a twinkle

And when I do I realize it was just in my head sadness engulfs my attention as my hands turn to dread 

Dark and flaky with a grim motivation

Sinking my teeth into things that sucks me into the ice 

one leg is gone when will come the utter demise 

For it feels this way tonight 

• I Hate Rapists‏

  Karyn Indursky

You're a rapist
with unwanted touches
or simple caresses
while they're sleeping or awake
or even if you get them unconscious
it matters not to you.

You're a rapist
with those hands
removing clothes
never wanting to be exposed
or seen by your eyes.

You're a rapist
with roaming ideas
and thoughts shown
in your eyes
and acted out
when your victims
are too weak.

You're a rapist
threatening them not
to speak up
or they'll pay for it...
with their lives.

You're a rapist
making people feel
dirty from the inside out
and no one has
forgiveness for you.

You're a rapist
and i don't know
how you can
look in the mirror
unless you were
coerced in raping
and you couldn't fight back.

You're a rapist
who has hurt others
more than you can imagine
and you better loose that smile
because it's not fun, funny, or warranted.

You're a rapist
and there's nothing you say
to change who you are,
what you've done,
and what you forced
others to do.

You're a rapist
and that's why
so many people
hate what you've done
and even some people
downright hate you.

She is there 

Floating in the waters of disease and perversion 

A sickness has ravaged her body and spirit

Face down in her trauma in the thralls of her victim persona

A needle in her arm her life ebbing, fading away

Into the darkness

She was falling further

Sitting in a dirty van by the side of the road

She gave in to the horrors in her head

Always looking over her shoulder 

Not knowing what she would see

Shaking violently and trembling

Words vague and senseless

What was it that was said?

Did someone speak she asks?

Look do you see it too?

Her world filled with demon faces and rage filled eyes

Always watching

Staring at the hole 

That one there

In her soul

Her demons in human form chewing pieces of her 

Tearing bits away until she was ragged

Little losses every day

She is left with a raw feeling 

Anger and rage seething

Only needing a moment of respite

Some time to forget the world 

Innocence ruined and trampled under 

No trumpeting 

No curtain calls for her

Nothing at all

Not even thunder as she cried 

Died a thousand times

Abandoned and forgotten 

She revels in her misery 

You can hear her screaming

Look at me!

Look at me!

Only wanting someone to see her agony

Save me her eyes scream 

Love me she asks desperately, pitifully

Sadly, she cannot feel the truth of love

She is a victim of sadistic perversions and heartless people

The world has given her insanity and distortions

Have you seen her too?

I just want to stand there

By Karyn Indursky

I just want to stand there, in that one instant, 
embracing the moment and that body that's holding 
me so near and drink it in like a never-ending bottle of love. 
I just want to stand there, in that one instant, 
indulging in the moment and sucking in the feel, scent, 
taste of the body holding me and I want 
to keep on drinking it in until I feel faint. 
I just want to stand there, in that one instant, 
intoxiated by that warm soft bare skinned body 
holding me like there is no tomorrow 
and I want to make my soul collide with it. 
I just want to stand there, in that one instant, 
absorbed in the body holding me 
and recognize it as God, my savior, 
and I don't want to be left go of. 
I just want to stand there, in that one instant, 
and be contented by the body holding me 
and loving me dear.

I kissed her neck today

it was fast

unexepcted

i leaned over, brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck

right there

i took in her scent

it was fast

just a flash

and then it was over

but she smiled

she turned a bit red

she smiled

she was a bit nervous

but she liked it

I'll kiss her neck again tomorrow I think.

I know what you're doing...

By Karyn Indursky

I know what you're doing... 
I'm seeing it all too clearly. 
I don't want to stroke your ego day after day. 
I don't want to smell in cigarettes or watch you smoke it. 
I don't want to watch you drink and drive or get drunk. 
I don't want to hear you tell me what's wrong with me. 
I don't want to hear you say one thing, but show me different. 
I don't want to be kept being pushed away. 
I don't want to only be here when it's convenient. 
I don't want to feel this pain in my body. 
I don't want to shed these tears. 
I don't want to hear your voice in my head. 
I don't want to think about your touch. 
I don't want to smell things that remind me of you. 
I don't want to be going through this.

We all know how it feels
to not know how to feel

But we all feel really
it's our very nature

We sometimes lose our way
we've strayed
we've forgotten our true nature
that's clear as day.

I need a woman.

I need a woman that respects herself, only I can see her naked and no one else.

I need a woman who doesn't flirt because she knows to a man that means down to roll.

I need a woman who demands respect and not a woman defining herself with her breasts.

I need a woman that knows how to drink and not act like a ho when she's drunk and forget. 

I need a woman that I can trust.

A woman to show me its alright to love.

I observe her

working herself into a frenzy.

Following me around.

Cleaning up after me.

Before I even finish making the meal.

I turn around 

Ingredients all put away.

Wait! I'm not done with that, I say.

I'll clean up after myself.

When I'm done eating this meal.

She's too busy already.

Taking care of the baby.

And the little girl.

Why does she insist

on adding another chore?

for herself...

She already has a hard enough time

staying focused on one task.

She gets all worked up.

...and frustrated.

...and overwhelmed.

Then

Sits in her room and cries.

I'll never figure out why.

She's done this my whole life.

i remember how the sun used to shine

it's rays glimmering off the blades of grass

i remember when everyday was new

and every day i somehow felt alive

i remember all those yesterdays

especially the ones where i used to smile

i remember how we used to think

thinking that everything would someday be better

and i remember how our optimism faded

choked and died like yesterdays news

i remember how hard we used to try

to forget the lies, ignore the pain

i remember when we thought we had it all

as we lost every little thing we held dear

i remember when we tried the last time

to somehow find a solution to it all

and i remember, the day i woke up

and all i had were my memories

every step, magic