earlier ‘n earlier
the light in the closey comes on
less ‘n less does she need an alarm
now she awakens well before dawn
more ‘n more
she works to subdue worries in her head
harder ‘n harder
it gets, leaving the safety of her bed
scarier ‘n scarier
the world grows day by day
later ’n later it grows
redemption is fading away
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my watch must be broken –
is it really just two o’clock?
was the weather forecast right,
the front door – is it locked?
sunshine toasts my skin
it’s baked a golden hue
a colour seen as threatening
small wonder I feel so blue
‘s bad enough to be in lockdown
virus lurking outside the door
since the ghosts have shed their sheets
hatred multiplies by the score
I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m worried
filled with dread when I think of November
best to give my fears to God
try to enjoy what’s left of September
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again the rabbit hole is calling
she’s trying vainly not to hear
but those desperate screams confuse her:
who do you trust when the rules aren’t clear?
she knows the rabbit hole is real
no urban legend – no fantasy
ever deeply it travels downward
farther than her eyes can see
‘n this is not a place
she ever wanted to go
but since sanity has vanished
she’s lost the strength to just say no
so the rabbit hole keeps calling
‘n who can rightly say
that it’s not the road to hell,
but the path to a better day
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naked I stand
before my father
‘s another dreich day
‘n I’m wonderin’ “why bother?”
in the shower
I try to pray
will this soap & water
will wash my sins away?
naked before my father
I dress to the sound of rain
do they make clothes to cover
heartache or pain?
Springsteen blarin’
from the speakers
as I try to decide
between boots or sneakers
heavenly,
the sound of that saxophone
my heart throbs
with memories of home
in front of my father
naked I stand
gazin’ into the mirror
I behold a jungle land
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chest no longer thrust proudly out
like that of a pouter pigeon
bit by bit each day
she’s losing her religion
a long dreaded loss
has reduced her to a wraith
28 years later,
once again – she’s lost her faith
is God in heaven, laughing?
she’s certain He’s decreed
that she’ll forever be denied
anything – anyone – she might need
the worst has finally happened
yet the Lord keeps her alive
what deity would do this?
she’s not sure she will survive
32 days in
& by sobs she’s still wracked
faking smiles for all those people
who want the “old Kath back”
well, grief is messy, folks
have you never suffered a loss?
& she has yearnings of her own,
for your opinion she gives not a toss
alone in bed, she hugs her pillow
clad in her Mom’s t-shirt
watchin’ shite on telly
tryin’ her best to deal with the hurt
asleep, she dreams of returning
to the land of her birth
but how’s she’s supposed to live in a country
where skin colour dictates ones’ worth?
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there’s a monster that lives
behind her eyes
drowning out her good thoughts
with unholy cries
it buzzes in her head
like so many bees
distorting everything good
she sees
long has the monster lived
behind her eyes
spewing clouds of doubt
into her sunny blue skies
he brings bad dreams
disrupts her sleep
causing her – at odd times –
to moan & weep
the monster loves his home
behind her eyes
where 24/7
he plots her demise
but she’s blessed with
many allies
their power refutes
the monster’s lies
there’s a monster that lives
behind her eyes
I’ve got one, too,
so I sympathize
his delight is in falsehoods
which he spreads all day long
by God’s grace
I can resist
I stand tall, I stand strong
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faint-hearted fools
decry 21st century tools
but the colors that are shown
remove the unknown
souls with no spark
prefer life in the dark
but beauty abounds
in the noise that surrounds
humans who choose hate
play a dangerous game with fate
but there is no place to flee
from all the things we daily see
hearts full of fear
deny the truths they hear
but none of us can hide
knowledge will not be denied
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she’s lain in the cut so long, too long
pierced by life’s cruellest prong
& though she’s repented of all wrong
overwhelmed she remains by the Evil One’s throng
hidden between the jokes
& the nightmares that hold reign
lie kernels of reality
truths wrapped in pain
in the depths of desperation,
she sometimes thinks “how will I cope?”
then Jesus in his mercy
opens arms that offer hope
with the help of the angels
God’s supporting players
upright she stands
before the naysayers
she’s escaped the cut she’s lain in for so long, too long
redemption has been granted for her every wrong
& defeated are the demons sent by Satan’s throng
as she utters words of praise in a joyful song
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there was once a happy angel
who dwelt on high
in a castle made of clouds
in the star-studded sky
& at every sunrise
when the birds began to sing
the angel would join in
by clapping her wings
she wasn’t bad, this angel
with eyes that shone like jewels
though she often got in trouble
for breaking the Big Guy’s rules
she asked a lotta questions
this laughing little wraith
& this annoyed the Head Angel,
thinking she questioned her faith
the Head Angel complained to the Lord:
“All these questions cause dissension!
She has far too many doubts;
she should be punished with suspension!”
well, the Lord was loath to do this,
but He wanted a little peace
so He gave in to the Head Angel,
& ordered all questions to cease
the little angel was grieved, & asked:
“Why do you do this, Lord?
If I don’t question, I won’t learn –
‘s if you’ve slain me with a sword!
I love all the gifts you’ve given me,
most especially Free Will,
I mean no harm with my questions,
& I love you deeply still!”
“Sometimes,” the Big Guy pondered
“Responding to you is a weighty task.
For though I love you also,
there’re some questions you should not ask.”
“I can deal with that,” the angel said,
humbly bowing her head
& she never asked another question –
she wrote them all down instead
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