Have to be a little child from my father,
Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.
And all bad things turned into dust,
By my evil and good Father.
“I had a child just like you”
She said to me that day
Waiting in the hospital
On my knees to pray
She didn't know who I was
Her mind just couldn't see
That I knew who she talked about
The child was truly me.
We'd had this converse once before
And many before that
The degradation of her mind
Was obvious, as she sat
And prattled on about her son
How happy he will be
With her family when she comes home
And I had to agree
She never found her memories
Or recognized my face
After everything she went through
She's in a better place
Where memories last forever
And can't be lost to time
Where human bodies don't break down
Always in their prime
Many years have come and gone
I can't recall them all
It's not like I haven't tried
But the thoughts just have a pall
I try to stare back to the past
Peer directly through the grime
Just like a fog covered my eyes
It's hard to see through mists of time
Have to be a little child from my father,
Have to obey Cthulhu evermore.
And all bad things turned into dust,
By my evil and good Father.
Itching
It's twitching
Deepp within my mind
This dark pit
can't hold it
Spreading deep inside
Disable
Destable
My mind is getting weak
Evolving
Unfolding
Breaking the hold i try to keep
Embolding
Controlling
The perversive inner thoughts
Intrusive
Abusive
Memory illusion perception distorts
Disdain
Self Pain
I must refrain
Impose
Dispose
Swim through bloodstain
Murder
Must hurt her
Must Ignore this urge
Elusive
Conclusive
What does Death deserve
I hide her
A minor
No name no life no age
Dead
In her bed
Except upon a written page
The child was chosen to go through a task,
This specific task would give her a mask.
A mask of darkness and loss of hope,
Where she could be and no one else could go.
She was young,
A girl of just eight.
Adult issues and drama,
Would declare her fate.
She closed off her heart so no one could see.
And she felt locked like a bird that couldn’t fly free.
In this cage, she felt lonely and had been frigid like frost,
Self-pity, despair, and that the war was just lost.
There are moments she
Finds her wings feel broken.
Grueling with feelings
And words left unspoken.
Little did she know the war was not over,
And victory was right around the corner.
She peered to the sky that was full of light
No longer lost, she yearned to fight.
Days into months
And months to years,
The pain remained
With fake smiles and tears.
She flew to the ceiling and into the door.
When she thought she was done and could fly no more,
She pushed one more time for one last hurrah!
The door crumbled down to the floor like she thought.
She found solace and light
Along paths she walked
She felt strength and peace
Whenever she talked.
Glad that she fought with all her might,
She flew high and fast past billows of white.
No worries were with her to the great heights she flew.
No more consumed with the feelings of gloom.
With streams of red and rays of gold,
Her heart light again broke free from the cold.
A mother is holding a child,
In her hands,
Majestic smile from heaven,
On her and the baby’s cheeks lands!
Seeing the scene feel blessed I,
Such a wonderful moment,
Can scarcely be seen,
Since it is a celestial element!
I try to move but I cannot,
The magic has held me to the spot!
"Don't get so frustrated,
it's only a book,
or a few words
that you threw,
hoping they might stick.
Sound familiar?
Surreal,
especially if you've stuck with it.
Life can be funny like that,
in fact, it is,
that the same things
seem to alwaus happen
to people who may wish
it wasn't the case;
assuming it's negative.
Once you give it a second
to process,
it's wild to think
the same exact advice
you give
is the opposite
of how you live
your own life.
Some advice...
Twice now I've had to step in.
To stop the golden desires
of sundrops on skin,
forbidden,
when there has already been seeds sown,
a tree has been growing,
and now there's doubt,
the axe lays on its side
nearby. Nearly every time,
it can hurt to cry,
but not if infidelity
is the reason why. At least,
let's hope
that's not the case.
I'd hate to see the fallout,
it'd be all over the place."
December.10.2007 3:28am/ May.24.2015
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
If I were an angel
I'd sit down and cry
Because I feel so helpless
I can't do anything as I watch the world die
I can't seem to figure a way to clean up the mess
All I can do is linger and wait
Wait here above the clouds in the sky
Once again a life is taken because of hate
As I caress my wings I sit and begin to sigh
Today no one can help not even fate
I must go now
I better hurry before I am late
So many souls not enough time to do it all
I don't know how
Greeting each man woman and child at the golden gate
Each waiting for me to to do my name call
There are too many rushing to get in
I ask them to line up against the cloud wall
I then tell them
This isn't a competition no ones going to win
So please walk slow
Your turn wil come around
Even though in the back of my mind
I know the line will only begin to grow
So please wait and be kind
People stand there sad as can be
Walking without making a sound
Their loved ones they no longer can see
But if they look into thier heart
The loved ones can be found
They truely never did part
The pain they felt is free
If I were an angel I would find a way
To put this evil vibe in the world to rest
Every night I pray for that very day
But every day seems to be a test
I don't know what to do or say
All I can do is my best
Greet each person with respect
Wrap my wings around them and hold on tight
I will guard them from neglect
I will try to make things right
I'm their angel now
I will protect them the best that I can
Living in heaven I will show them how
Right next to thier side
I will forever stand
The truth to them I will never hide
Copyright
The world may leave you
but your Mom will always stand
by you. That's true love!