“From A Dark Place”

Evil…
 
Has a few wrongs to right
Evil trying to live right…

That can’t be right?

Gut her like a pig
hang her like muddy catfish
drain the demon from within
but good or bad…
 
She gives it her all!
 
She closes her eyes
asking why?
Why does she try
grits her teeth
clench her fists
pray for gray skies
How has she fallen into…

Living a lie?
 
Obsessed with change
she never changes
She can conquer fear
She can become fear
Yet there is no sight of attempted conquest.
 
“Wrong time to find a new me?”

Evil is one to leave the unwanted behind
converge, convert and return;

If there is a next time…
 
She lives
remembers
Tries not to forget
She is not one to live with it
but she co-habits with regret
examines herself
 
To find herself
telling herself

“You are something… someone else?!.”

So why does she divert from self
from loving herself

No love…
 
For anyone else
until she finds the love for herself
 
Happy at all… or no cost

She needs to find that magic mirror
so she can see…

Find and describe
what she has lost…

© Da Absentee 2012

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Like the title says… its speaking from a dark place. When I write sometimes I never really see where the thoughts and words come from. I just know that they do.  

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Thoughts – 10″

To know what one is rummaging through
to finally realize
satisfaction of completion
free from the weight that bounds
no longer lost in the swamp
the fog of timing
understanding… revealing…
drowning
draw;  be inspired from anywhere
anything

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dark nights
cold stares
impound compound
founded quest for well round
inadequate
these goals will be obtained
no matter how it drains
drains…
use this life to cloud
this life clouds…
no time to finish
have this foundation
have these 4 walls
still in need of help with this roof
support…

© Da Absentee 2012

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Just capturing some things on my mind.

As Always…

Stay Positive!

“Internal Demons“

Even now …

Today I see unearthly shadows progress across the landscape,

where’s our escape, Even now they won’t let it be…

Living in the past, is just that the past.

That past needs to be forgotten it’s too wrong,

too down-trodden to label it for me.

I’ve grown.. I’ve left it alone.. Yet I’ve made it my own…

 

My mistakes, seems to never leave,

my emotions are carrying me,

down such a path, I can’t explain

why it seems my past is holding me down like chains,

mentally jailing me, no matter my stride

I begin to feel that the new me is a lie,

or maybe a dream, or even a myth

my demons tell me I can’t obtain

 

The damn bastards hold, laugh and prod.

But I know of this fight… I know these devils all to well

They won’t hold me hostage… For their fire is nothing I can’t bare;

Extinguish… with one breath… I’ll win unscathed,

untouched, not one bruise.

Their attempt to confuse, has no use…

This facade will distract… So I have time to react.

 

Can’t be free,

they’re holding me

to the things I used to be,

fear keeps them surrounding me,

hoping to never let them tell on me,

see I got it now,

my demons are my fears of …..

“me”

telling me I’ve not grown, I’m still that troubled me,

looking me in the face, laughing at me,

begin to reveal those things with which they tied me,

no longer ashamed to hide the road in which I’ve traveled

seems I’ve weakened my demons

with the thoughts just unraveled,

for the first time I’ve conquered myself

and began a new leaf being free

see what held me back,

kept me chained,

wasn’t so-called “demons”

……It was me!!!

© Dual Perspective 2011

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This is another excerpt from my “Dual Perspective” project with my co-writer E. Lyric Johnson. We actually have a pretty good size catalogue of work together.

This gem is about taking the steps to realize that we do so much damage to ourselves by doubting, making excuses, being afraid of change or not believing in ourselves.

I’ll admit that when we wrote this we did not intend, or have a purpose as in saying this was the topic, it just came organically.

I start of this poem with the first then we exchange, taking it verse by verse. We had set an initial limit of 4 verses a piece. Until reading her last verse, obviously there was no need to continue I love where we took this one.

I hope all who read this enjoy it as much as I do.

As Always…

Stay Positive!