Fly away angel

angel

Fly away angel.

Fly away from the glossy eyed, empty lies of lady liberty.

Fly away from Mr. Green and big brother because mother debt is a unwelcome fury.

Fly away from the blood thirst of war, remember that it not only calls for boys overseas but, also for your boys. Make no mistake not even age is reprieved.

Fly away from the river of tears you’re sure to shed if you stay here.

Fly away from distorted dreams your human heart believes how does one learn to trust something that comes within a cage. 

Fly away from the promise of fortune and fame; for everything has a expiration date. 

When your chest is sunken in and you’ve traded in your wings for a nightmare disguised as a dream.

Where are your friends? No where in site.

Where is your fame? Filling your frame with a younger more vibrant picture.

Where is your fortune? No, amount of money can save you from…you.

Fly away angel before time locks you away.

 

 

 

See your way out

If I am not worth your time then you are not worth mine.  

If you have to make an excuse to make your wrongs fall on me then you are not to be trusted.

If you can not stand with me in hard times then do not expect to stand with me in the good times.

If I am valued less then strangers even though my face reflects yours then you are not worth any of my love.

If I ask for nothing but, you expect everything, I will give you back the amount I’ve asked of you…nothing.

If you can not treat me with the same level of importance I administer to you; our acquaitanceship has expired.

I’ve wasted so much time, effort, and tears on you and people of your kind.

Enough is enough, this is my life and you need to see your way out.

11 million Slandered

holocaust


In response to the people who refuse to acknowledge the holocaust happened.


 

I can’t believe you would think such a thing. Let alone have the audacity to utter them.

The holocaust wasn’t real.

Are you out of your damned mind!

How dare you spit on the lives of millions!

How dare you deny their anguished cries!

How can you discount the lives of  11 million people and scorn the remaining 3.6million! 900,000 jews out of 6 million were left!

How can you believe it’s a hoax on the notion that if this had happened; Where is the uprising? Aren’t they angry, why have so little of them spoken out?

I ask you. Had you seen a newborn burned alive would you be able to tell anyone without the child’s screaming plaguing your mind?

The countless days spent fleeing the embrace of sleep, knowing all to well soon the images of your own children’s splattered brains on the very same pavement they had once biked on. Would you be able to swallow that, like they do?

Hiding under piles of sheets become something of the norm. The muggy fog and murky ground is the true monstrosity. Mothers remains thrown into the flames by the same boys they had raised. Could you do the same?

Would you pledge to a country promising freedom when freedom was a broken song that you couldn’t sing?

Take heed in these words if you have nothing good to say, just don’t speak!

 

Really?

I am sick and tired of reading books with the female characters saying…

“I need him, he’s my everything, or I wouldn’t know what to do without out him.”

No woman you need air!

And the fact that you say ” I wouldn’t know what to do without him. ” Really?

1.) You are out of bed

2.) You are breathing air or you would be dead

3.) Talking even though nobody wants to hear it

You know exactly what to do without him. Remember this words work, friends, independence. Yeah, at a point in time you’ve had at least one of those. If not your life sucks and so does your relationship. You should probably get out of there.

Get it through your thick head he’s not Superman. No, scratch that because superman ain’t perfect either.

There is no perfect man on this earth. Jesus is long gone people plus he’s married to Jerusalem.

So stop viewing your partner as a perfect, or almost always hits the target man. Because he’s not!

Woman mainly go into relationships thinking…

Oh my goodness he is my Knight in shining armor, he has everything under control, he will fix everything give him a little time.

Wrong! All of it doesn’t even come close!

Here it is straight up. He is overgrown teenager, who can maybe cover half the mortgage, sometimes once in a blue moon take you out to McDonald’s, and always find the time to watch TV, read the bible, or go out with friends but; almost never finds time for you if so about 20 minutes to jump your bones.

Yeah pretty brutal to read but, painfully true.

That’s the way it goes. Don’t get me wrong there is some stuff you might be able to change; depending on how stubborn he is.

You may alter his eating habits, flip his schedule around, maybe get him to shave but, rarely.

I can stake my life on this.

You never can never change him only he can change himself. Even after that, he won’t be perfect. So stop treating him like he is.

That’s just common sense.

Why?

Why can’t I fly?

Do I not deserve to feel freedom physically rather than it being a small ruined faint thought in the back of my mind. 

Why must you keep me inside this cell?

I am no criminal I swear by it. Does my word not have the same worth as yours? Yes, I know I’ve stolen that apple but, I haven’t eaten in days.

What have I done to be put in such a  harsh position?

You won’t let me near your children though I am a child myself. Do I not deserve friends? Yes, I am quiet and rarely speak but, I am afraid the smallest of a whisper is all it’ll take for you to abandon me.

Why? What have I done?

Why must I do tricks like a dog to get some sort of attention? Why must my leg, arm, or something to that nature be missing for you to recognize me as a human being?

Why must you look at me with such anger when I act out after years of keeping it all in? What advice do you have to give? Do you know what its like to miss a meal, never receive a Christmas present, or watch your sister move away somewhere with a complete stranger?

It didn’t matter how much I begged them not to take her did it? Though they know she was the very last thing I had and I for her the same.

It doesn’t matter, never has.

As I sit in the rain watching the small droplets fall away from the dark clouds onto the old dimly lit, roof sunken in the orphanage. I wonder…

When my feet grow tired of dancing, will I be able to get back up again?

Just forget

” Mom where are you going?” The girl chocks back a sob clenching her small fists at her side.

” Stop acting like a baby you know I’ll be back ” her mother shook her head, adjusted her eyeliner for the umpteenth time. Completely disregarding the child.

Do I know? The little girl thought not really having anymore to say. She felt as if her thoughts meant as much as a billionaires dime, nothing.

She clenched her tiny fist’s into a tighter ball. She winced at the sharp sting of her irritated bloody red palms. She paced thinking over what to do once her mother was gone. Her grandmother was in the other room just two feet away. Not for long, she’d seen the eyeliner on her eyes as well. Surely, she’ll sneak away after her mother has appeared to be far away.

It’ll be a race to get home. Both will have the same excuse ” I am a grown woman I can do what I please now go to sleep!” She’ll have to do what they say although they’re in the wrong. What more can she do their big she is small simple laws of nature don’t pick on the big guys.

That’s how it will always be; many children around the world can tell abuse, neglectful, dysfunctional stories. Filled to the top with problems their parents or someone bigger than them created.

Fact is all over the United States commercials premiere about animal abuse, domestic abuse against women.

What about the children why don’t they get a say? Aren’t their lives just beginning where’s their dog day? Why do they go through domestic abuse, horrible foster parents, starvation, struggle for stability and no one care?

I guess just like every horrible deed the human race has committed it is swept under the floor in hopes no one will notice. In hopes everyone will forget.

The children never forget, just ask the prison guards that guard them.

I think I just got ran over

Pain is physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.- Webster Dictionary 

If only it were that simple. 

Pain is more than physical suffering its emotionally devastating. 

Pain is like a virus even though you don’t feel it, it still lyes within you.

Pain leaves a burning sensation that you just can’t shake whether good or bad. 

Pain is physically scarring sometimes more than people let on.

Pain is a silent enemy that wins more that 67% of the time. 

Pain is in some instances controllable but, sometimes you lose someone or something and the only way you can truly heal the wound is with tears of pain.

Pain is deeply rooted within all that is expression. You could not feel joy without first feeling the pain of loss. You could not hear the magnificent beauty in music if you couldn’t connect with that very moment of pain in the past. You couldn’t carry hope like a shield of protection if you haven’t felt what it’s like to have none.

Pain is that icy burn in your heart when you think you’ve got nothing left. 

Pain is that throat clenching burn, so bad you can’t even find the will to speak because someone you’ve love unconditionally hurt you the most.

Pain is hard to swallow. 

Simply because the antidote is even harder to swallow.

Forgiveness; some of you are already thinking “No fudging way will I ever forgive them”. 

Well pain is like poison all it does is take away. Forgiveness is like a leap of faith scary at first but, you’ll be glad you did it.

You make the choice.