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God Speaks to Rats
by Ken Connelly
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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From an old notebook. Cica, 1985. I wrote this one night hiding under my 2 inch bed mats. My mother and step father were fighting. You can decide the rest.

God Speaks to Rats



I hate everyone and I trust no one.

I feel nothing and see everything.

Deception is truth.

Truth is made up in lies.

Look closer, peer through the key hole.

I’ll rip out your eyes.

Inside me is madness, death all around.


Do you still hate me?

Transition is bliss.

Permanence, like Death is only shadows.

I cannot make anyone proud.

Why should I try?

Why do they lie?

God is for losers.

Death is for heroes.

I line my walls in fairytales.

Graphic Novels tell the rest.

Under these paper thin mats I hide.

I hear him hitting her. 

Should I cry?

Should I run?

Will I die?

Fate is what is made of it.

Given no choice or the smell of “whim”.

Fear runs through me, and Fear my only friend.

God speaks to rats.

My mask to the world.

My face only to the dark.

Eyes are the window to the soul…





God Speaks to Rats

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Reviewed by 000 000
It's ok Kenneth
These words are what I offer. You are strong...and will remain strong..and when you feel your strength falter, just say-It's Ok Kenneth!

Reviewed by Lois Christensen
Sorry for all the pain of the past you went through, but now Sam and you are very close and it is a good thing too. You have each other. As to the flashbacks of war and service, they will never leave. Still have flashbacks of hubby Tom dying in front of me whenever nighttime comes they won't let go either, but I can handle them.
Reviewed by gina jones/savchuk
It made me realize that Domestic Violence is so negative and yet your poem speaks of the fear and the disenchantment of a child put into an unholy situation. I am sorry for your pain tho I hear that you are healing. Gina from Alaska
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
A deep seated pain expressed in painful lines of anger. I'm sorry if this was your reality: damn shame how some can call themselves parents when they destroy their children's tender spirit with lies and accusations and abuse. Excellent.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
wow deep hurt/pain written here
the impact of violence is so heavy here
mistrust the roots of all growing up in this kind of situation
it speaks volumes here
excellent share maybe save someone with this!!!
Reviewed by Larry Lounsbury
I can feel your pain, there are good guys still.
Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
i think this work speaks volumes between the lines-i was intriqued and read a couple of times-nice job
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