War Crimes: Casualty

Guttural screech

My undoing

Done.

Taking me back

Four score before the birth

Mama don’t mean no good

And daddy’s just too trife.

Meddlin too much

Mindless affairs of long

Ago hanging

Out to dry

Drippin down

Got me soaking wet

Coming back

Rising up

The dead can walk again

Cracking bones filled

With dust

Makin' me sneeze

Glorified renovated

Atop weak foundation

Walls glisten while

Cockroaches wait in dark recess

Their chance and opportunity

Near

Play a lonely tune with

My emotions

The harpsichord string taut and

Set

Luring you, and

He and

She

All of you

To my debt.

Lock broken

Bloody mess

Invitational requirement

Not yet met

Inside the drug of choice

Lonely-ness

Embrace my

Unknown aspects

Careen along the winding

Uneven path

Fiery will yet

Unkempt

Crying who am

I, to be HELD here

A prisoner to myself

Precursors...Chasing Love

Ahh..
The hot and salted taste of tears
adorn the corners of my mouth
invading my listless tongue

Bump..
The bruising heart
pounding
diffusing heated angst from
the center of my chest

Psst..
Angry swarming, buzzing
thoughts,
words, all jumbled screaming
over one another
competing to stingingly defy me the
best

Laaaaa Laaaa..
Covering my ears
I attempt to block out the stimuli
externally
telling me what a fool
I
AM
how my love is not
at its best

No...
the words slip between
lying lips
all my own
I vow to never
be solo
the demons of loneliness
i shall put to rest

How..
a silent question
unwaveringly
unanswered
at least until another chance
begins on tomorrow

Gag..

the vile vomit

of defeat I know

repeats itself

reveling in the warmth and darkness

at the back of my throat

sickness sickening myself

as behind I follow

Y
o
u.

 

A WoMan Scorned





A woman

   Demeaned

     Beneath smooth skin

Encompassing tears left
   Unshed
Now flowing

down

Cheeks stretched

   a grimace of ache

 This woman's heart

    made to

know

   fate

Pain

LossGain
Lost withina Maze

Of blurred

  tangled
  lies

   confusion

Which way

Up

     down

the upside

of her

Insides

  in turmoil

The Traveler's Hymn

Typically the honesty floweth forth from the toes within my socks,

up outta me..

 you who have touched,

 gave me breath,

a different philosophy..

life is what I see..

 but I kept looking behind me..

I have overcome.. the old negro hymn..

not a we, but an I hypothetically..

 increasing knowledge of the ignorance of others

who have no image of self..

 clamoring selfish beings..

dwarfed by the light shining.. bright from outta me..

Never saw the reflection the blind central eye

dichotomy of self hatred/love dividing me..

it is..

 I was..

 you stay..

 I walk.. forth..

 back sore from the load of reality...

Written by Crystal Hunter

February 24, 2011

***NOTE: Perhaps to be continued, hey this is about a journey.. so unless these feet stop
then this ole journey on the beaten path of life winds on...***