Crossing raging rivers in
the dead of night. Finding
court where all lay silent
and still. Tricking minds
with calm, pulled under by
the tide of an ocean fronts
whirlpool.
Valley promises life in
peace stricken silence.
Storms drowned all in
crimson red. All gather
where none wish to
stand, crops dry up
where no life is found.
Cold warms body within,
the damned always forgotten.
Heat of hell enlightening as
it scorches out last embers
of peace. All rises when riches
are found on bloodied knees.
Barrel burns brain damaged
thoughts, caring less of wars
regretted. Bleeding out fruitful
seed, cold heart found where
all proceed.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The lips of deceit
It is after four in the morning
but I am restless! I am so full
of hate and resentment that I
cannot find any piece of mind.
As I toss and turn I am screaming
silently within myself all of my
grievances against the lair of which
was once my heart.
I call him a coward for the truths
he still denies in his pitiful life
of wanting bigger things than
what the heart can give.
I try to laugh it off acting as
if it meant just as little to me
as it did him, but it is not so
easily done!
There is no love lost any longer
in my heart that beats only the
fraction of what it needs to live
on even when death for life had
so easily been taken. With a grin
of his smile and falsities.
How calming it must feel to know
that you could not once twice or
even four times murder someone
from their inside out. How pleasant
it must feel to know that you raped a
mind
body
soul
hope and dreams carelessly!
But you go on, knowing all said
is lies, knowing what you have
done over and over again in what
you called in the name of love.
It was nothing more than your own
fucking
childish
games!
Full of hate and rage for the innocent that you wished to kill internally
I am as always been the only one to
tell truths where lies reside! How
selfish not to admit it just for the
sake of denial!
See at one time even in recent I
would cry at the thought of you!
I would allow myself to be crushed
and given tales of affection freely!
But now, now I am full of hate and
my own selfishness. I want to prove
the truth, not to greedily hurt you. But
to show you that you cannot come in
and out, in and out of a heart for your
own purposes and never suffer the
consequences that I have been made
to suffer over and over again.
I think of the tears shed for nothing
more than a player wanting the touch
he could not find where his head rest
of a night.
I laugh
I scream
I beg for someone or something to
take me out of my miseries!
All of the beatings and thievery
you shout out to me as you say
you saved me and I should be
grateful for the times given is
nothing more than your own
selfish excuses!
Saved me from what? I want to
know but yet I do not care any
longer! You see the beatings I
received from you without a touch
to the skin is more than my mind
and heart can any longer bare!
Go on, go on along your way
for I no longer care what happens
in your midnight hour!
But if you are any kind of man
at all, you would tell the truth
and let all be bygones!
But I know this you will never do,
for no words spoken from your lips
have ever been true!
but I am restless! I am so full
of hate and resentment that I
cannot find any piece of mind.
As I toss and turn I am screaming
silently within myself all of my
grievances against the lair of which
was once my heart.
I call him a coward for the truths
he still denies in his pitiful life
of wanting bigger things than
what the heart can give.
I try to laugh it off acting as
if it meant just as little to me
as it did him, but it is not so
easily done!
There is no love lost any longer
in my heart that beats only the
fraction of what it needs to live
on even when death for life had
so easily been taken. With a grin
of his smile and falsities.
How calming it must feel to know
that you could not once twice or
even four times murder someone
from their inside out. How pleasant
it must feel to know that you raped a
mind
body
soul
hope and dreams carelessly!
But you go on, knowing all said
is lies, knowing what you have
done over and over again in what
you called in the name of love.
It was nothing more than your own
fucking
childish
games!
Full of hate and rage for the innocent that you wished to kill internally
I am as always been the only one to
tell truths where lies reside! How
selfish not to admit it just for the
sake of denial!
See at one time even in recent I
would cry at the thought of you!
I would allow myself to be crushed
and given tales of affection freely!
But now, now I am full of hate and
my own selfishness. I want to prove
the truth, not to greedily hurt you. But
to show you that you cannot come in
and out, in and out of a heart for your
own purposes and never suffer the
consequences that I have been made
to suffer over and over again.
I think of the tears shed for nothing
more than a player wanting the touch
he could not find where his head rest
of a night.
I laugh
I scream
I beg for someone or something to
take me out of my miseries!
All of the beatings and thievery
you shout out to me as you say
you saved me and I should be
grateful for the times given is
nothing more than your own
selfish excuses!
Saved me from what? I want to
know but yet I do not care any
longer! You see the beatings I
received from you without a touch
to the skin is more than my mind
and heart can any longer bare!
Go on, go on along your way
for I no longer care what happens
in your midnight hour!
But if you are any kind of man
at all, you would tell the truth
and let all be bygones!
But I know this you will never do,
for no words spoken from your lips
have ever been true!
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Carelessly slaughtered
Slaughtered corners find the weak
weeping with a handful of tattered
and torn clothes hugged tightly in
the arms of pain. Chin rests where
bruises reside, no one to blame!
Careless whisper tells tales of why!
The beginning of everything shuffles
endlessly in the mind of grief stricken.
Call of help scurries calming sentiments
of betrayed numbness.
Washed away dampened thighs, settle
for nothing where everything lays.
Searching for death where life is
forced to stay.
Reminders of who raped all thoughts,
the careless who takes no blame. The
same as a rapist pardoned away. Taking
for granted feelings that were already
shattered among the mind of battered!
Hate consumes those that were one
time so full of life! A hollow heart
felt no need to leave well enough
alone after many times of grief!
Blades taken to the wrist, finds all
happily in bliss!
weeping with a handful of tattered
and torn clothes hugged tightly in
the arms of pain. Chin rests where
bruises reside, no one to blame!
Careless whisper tells tales of why!
The beginning of everything shuffles
endlessly in the mind of grief stricken.
Call of help scurries calming sentiments
of betrayed numbness.
Washed away dampened thighs, settle
for nothing where everything lays.
Searching for death where life is
forced to stay.
Reminders of who raped all thoughts,
the careless who takes no blame. The
same as a rapist pardoned away. Taking
for granted feelings that were already
shattered among the mind of battered!
Hate consumes those that were one
time so full of life! A hollow heart
felt no need to leave well enough
alone after many times of grief!
Blades taken to the wrist, finds all
happily in bliss!
The Wizard's Cauldron: An Interview with Bathsheba Dailey
HAHHAHHA he is irony, great interview though
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Martha Emms Cognitive Dreamer: Author Bathsheba Dailey
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Great interview with funny lady Leanna Harrow
I had the pleasure of visiting a most beautiful and funny lady to talk to about the book and life. It was great! I was almost tempted to ask her what in the world she would do to poor Johnny Depp if she was alone with him because she has no intentions of talking to him if she gets him alone LOL. Take a look at the interview and do not forget to stop by and check her about on her ME, MYSELF AND I link. She argues with herself in the funniest ways and talks about her friend B.O.B. HMMM I think you all can figure that one out on your own hahahhah. Follow the links for our interview and her funny dilemmas!
TODAY'S TEASER WITH MYSELF BATHSHEBA DAILEY
AND FUNNY LADY LEANNA HARROW
Thank you so much for your time and may all of your endeavors be blessed successfully x
I want to say a big big thank you to all of the blogs and sites that are promoting my latest book, it has really been great to see sales for it. I also want to thank Santos, Andrew and Inner child press for having me on your shows this past week. I was so nervous to do a radio show but it has been a lot of fun. You all are great! I want to do a really big shout out to Andrew Scott who not only had me on his show but allowed me to go deeper into what the charity book "Battered Shadows" is for and who the royalties go to. This was a blessing and great surprise to know he has also bought the book for the NCADV group. We wish them much luck and love with the sales and hope sincerely that the book does help them even if just in a small way. ALSO THANK YOU E-BOOK LOVERS! You all rock! Have a beautiful day to those just waking up and sleep well to those going to bed. Please check out my latest book and Battered Shadows.
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