living without fear

Look what's been done. It's happened again
How can you think; he loves you when,
This isn't the first time, now he's hit you once more.
One of these times, he'll have you dead on the floor.
What of the kids? That you want or have
Do you want them seeing; that your life is this bad?
When will you stop this, take back control
Dont keep letting this happen, until it destroys your soul
You deserve something more, then this kind of love
It's not what God wants when he looks down from above
Just say enough and walk out the door
There's places that'll help, dont stay and take more.
Women are the second most precious gifts entrusted to man
No man has the right to harm her; by vile words or his hand
I know it is scary not sure where you can go
I promise there are others like you who've been there and know
There's friends or a shelter that will come to your aid
You'll see that Im right, no need to be afraid.
Reach out for help, dont let fear keep you at bay
It's time to start living not being scared everyday!

By: Paul Posney

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Promts I Completed

Fast paced words that recount our love in anger
And in that anger
I find the tiniest bit of melancholy to call my own
Since then stripped of an emotional state


To escape your feelings
As well as mine
Which you’ve seemed to help yourself to
I soar to the color of the sky
And the sound of crashing and ocean depths


Left in silence that takes away the anger
I hurl myself towards safety
Away from the cruel clutches of you


But as I sit
My caprice takes me
With such certainty I felt
That this ocean blue I felt I relate to
Has yet to sooth me

And with every time I run to my azure
From your displeasure
I have to come back
Such as the squawking gulls overhead
Must come back to land


With your sustenance
You sustain my being

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem doesn't really have much of a format.

And I guess it doesn't make much sense either.

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The Pen As Midwife

Poets And Writers

The Pen As Midwife 

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Do you ever write

to separate from pain

or anger

by birthing experience

onto paper


Do you write

afraid of otherwise


Do you write to



Do you write

to share


-saiom shriver-



My answer to Lee's question



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Mars And Neptune


This writer once knew a somewhat irate man.  His secretary was
one of the few who could stand him. His mars was conjunct her neptune. 
His anger (one aspect of mars) amused her (neptune).  His crimson mars
was transmuted by her neptune rose colored glasses.

In other conjunction cases, the water sign neptune of one can melt away the mars will of another.

Dick Gregory's astrologer Jerrtha Love did an analysis of those
in jail for sex crimes and found that many had conjunctions,
oppositions or squares of mars and neptune in their birth charts.

Perhaps a sex crime could be compared to a Satanic pitchfork, made of Neptune's trident colored by Mars' red aggression.

But there are myriad millions of instances in which the energy of mars actualizes the highest heights of Neptunian mysticism.


-saiom shriver-



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Childs Horror


Tampered and torn

Used and misinformed

Memories transformed

This truth never born

Battered lost

Forgotten and tossed

Heart full of frost

Trying to defrost

Waiting debating

Life worth taking

Changes are making

These hands shaking

Slithering by

Time doesn’t fly

The known defies

 My luminosity dies

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Feelings too familiar. I lock myself away, cause I can barely deal with my own insanity.

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Never Ending Cycle

Self Loathing

Never Ending Cycle



This life wrapped in disappointments

This life dressed in shame

These demons have surfaced

Hands red with blame


There comes a time to realize

You’re not who you tried to be

All the dreams you set on high

Forever lost at sea


Thoughts are a constant battle

Inside your own four walls

Questioning everything you’ve done

And if you’re worth anything at all


No longer in control

Drowning with the rain

Never more certain

That I’ve never been sane








Author's Notes/Comments: 

..demons within.

To Hell You

Depression I curse you

To hell where you belong

Leave the mind-realm of

The daughters of Mary.

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When I say the magic word, 

all of this can end. 


After the news I heard today, 

I know exactly where we stand. 


You won't even see it coming, 

It'll be a quick blow to the head. 


Was all this pain really worth it,

when you tried to lay in her bed? 


Even though I hate the bitch,

I'm glad she stood her ground. 


I wish I could have seen your face

when she "sadly" turned you down. 


Now everyone is talking 

you're the joke of the town


Where are you going to turn

now that no one is around?


None of this is my fault,

but I should have seen the signs.


Should have looked a little closer,

should have read between the lines. 


I thought we were in love

when I looked into your eyes.


But now I know it's true,

that even love is blind. 


divine alchemy





Through the divine

alchemy of time,

our anger is turned

into laughter

and even more sublime.....

into love.


-saiom shriver-