I am not sure we always see who we are or are becoming... This is dangerous when you don't see the skies falling upon you.
Is there a part of you lurking in me? Just waiting for my subconscious to set you free? Just a minute piece is all it takes.. To build upon years of pain and hate. Genetics... I know they are there. Just waiting for the right moment.. to enjoy my despair. I can feel them at times Screaming to come out. The bad thoughts cross my mind. The words want to escape. But I will not let them As I fight to control my o w n fate. And if a time comes That I can no longer control.. Then I will have to end it my way… I will have to Let life go.. For my children will NEVER feel this.. Deep dark hole. I know that It could hurt Those who might care . They may even hate me. But I can only do what I can. I will not pass on This life I know. I hope they understand.. My life always switching.. fighting.. pretending.. Always cold. This is not the life I want my sons to know.. No darkness For my children… Just a small empty spot. Where I once was.. But can soon be forgot.. But the love that I have given them I know will see them through. And in my heart I will know I did the right thing. I did what I had to do. To stop this line of madness To stop all the generations of pain. Such a small price to pay….. With generations of happy children to gain.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Justin