Friday, December 8, 2006

Mother

Why does she live on
In pain,
A captive
of her bastard children

Who see deliverance
in the glare of naked lightbulbs
Their souls freezing
in the frigid air

As inch
by bloody inch
They carve their visions
into her face

Why does she cry
Refusing, in agony,
torn beyond recognition
Why does she not die

And why do I cry
Even as they drink my tears
Encrusting their hearts
With the salt of my life

3 comments:

hutchrun said...

Your children come from you
But they are not of you
They are of life`s longing
For Itself
-Khalil Gibran

Betta off the radar said...

Welcome to blogland. It's addictive. Just swimming by to leave my fishy mark.

xx,
Betta

Anonymous said...

MOTHERS
Heart…for her children
But for signs
Signs of the times
Bullies
Bullies
Bullies
Cultures founded in SELFISHNESS FEAR
Paralysis!

afraid inside…meek mickey
A Happy Front
A Happy Front
How Many Happy Fronts to Go…?

Huddled into a corner
Red eyes…covered with cake
Buried in overdrive anything but real help…
Blistering throbbing veins protruding…pounding solve the riddle…
But… when the clock dies
Lost
Time stood still
Many days many nights
Still

Steel
Metal in her Eyes
People…
People...
Come Out !

The Living Mother
Mandated Authorised Heard
Revealed for All

Simplicity & Strength…. Mums Listen
Listen Heart
Act Act Act
For the Generations…for milk & honey
Morning Dew….Refreshed
for all to partake
-Litte Dove-