He could have been

A great father

He was so

…in the beginning

Doting and proud,

first of the family to birth life

Her smiling face

so cheery

But anyone

would buckle

And crumble

and retreat from the

….unrelenting criticism

Of a parent

He brought us

Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle

the iching… spiritual seeker

Paving the way

as eldest pointing a tethered soul

toward self discovery

It made him fool

gossip at her hands

dismissive rejection at his heart

He could have been a positive role model

in her life of turmoil

He tried

sincerely in the beginning

at that little apartment in queens

Stay at home dad

twinkling at her precious laugh

But most people

all people

would collapse

The viscous movement turning siblings towards and against him

At whim

To her

and his dissatisfaction

twisted pleasure

A child left to abuse

the younger children

Left neglected by any

adult

Must

and will

Be plagued

by darkness

Unrelenting

….and he could have been a good father

but he never had the chance

Stay tuned for upcoming Teen writing/performance workshop this May. Limited seating.

Six degrees of separation haunting me with your presence.

A lover once turned enemy at the beckon call of those meant to destroy golden hearts.

Avoiding conflict at all cost to save the will that peels back the layers of deception.

different planets that house the same landscape looking out into the mirror that can’t be broken.

Hubble hugs girl in Hope of squeezing out a life of picture perfect smiles.

A happiness my heart could not hold and expectations that survive only in dreams.

Power left flat in your Sunday breakfast cakes while steeling silent looks over the newspaper.

Getting a do over in the next life as owls and butterflies explore the forest sucking nectar off the blooms.

Telepathic communication serving as redemption to a distorted situation in which friends and ego won’t allow to take flight.

May you be happy in her arms and sanctuary in your brain, finding the missing parts of you that I could never measure up to.

Six degrees of separation

keep us forever linked but never known.

Happy new you. This writing Challenge is a rhyming challenge so get out your dictionary and have some fun.

THEME: PERSONAL GROWTH

Length: Any

Rules: no rules: DON’T THINK…. Here is mine

Knocked to the ground

Yet my heart, it was found

in a place through the dark

I fought to regain my spark

ripped to shreds, left all alone

picking scars, rocking bones

Working hard

Regaining strength

towards a better time and place…

read my words to the crowd

helped

replaced this tarnished crown

got more real in the end

chose to be my only friend

drew the light to my side

so i have no more need to hide.

HAPPY NEW YEAR