This is not a poem. I wrote it in five minutes from the state of my mind. This kind of crime is rampant and completely out of control. Thank you, my friends. A lot of you wonder if this actually happened to me... ...it did. This is reality... ...and it bites.
Break In
Cowardly parasite You sit in your filth You wait You watch You have my home as your prey You see me leave You smash my door Splinters and shards of glass Spray like wind driven snow And you raid and ransack Would that you took only material “things” But no You steal my identity You pilfer my privacy You rob me of precious mementos that mean nothing to you You make me sick of living in what was my home You are a child of chaos And the world is birthing more of you I feel sorry for you Cowardly parasite
YOUR FEELINGS ARE EXPRESSED WELL AND COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD. I KNOW THE MOMENTOS ARE MISSED BUT I THANK GOD THAT THEY DID WAIT UNTIL YOU LEFT...SOME DON'T. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
This is very real Regis and heartfelt, It is good that you can write about it. I pray that the Lord would heal and comfort you, He will avenge for you! Thanks for sharing!and be encouraged! I am glad I stopped by! May the joy of Christmas be yours!
Much Love,
Always!!!
Margaret
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on October 12, 2009
Bastard! I know this was a while back. May he rot in Hell!
OMG REGIS,
I am sorry , but rest assured this is definitely a poem full of emotions. This is what you do best. Someone had stolen my lunch from the fridge in school. I was really mad because I was pregnant with my third child and had no time to go off campus to buy because I had spent most of my lunch time grading papers. People do the darnest things! Imagine stealing a pregnant woman's lunch.
So sorry you went through this experience, Regis! My car was broken into one time and I felt violated, but I know I felt just a tiny fraction compared to what you felt. You may not call this one a poem, but I must disagree. It is weighted with emotion...emotion which you made me feel! Unique and passionate~ Sheila
Your anger and sense of violation shines through. I am sorry that this happened to you. I have never had my bouse broken into, but once, when I went on a bicycle camping tour with my family, we woke up one morning and all of our bicycles had been stolen, leaving us about twenty miles from town and with no transportation. The thieves threw away all our camping gear, such as pots and pans, which had been stashed in the bicylce panniers. The biggest feeling I had was one of violation, that the thieves had gone through our possessions.
Janet
Reviewed by Meredith Dixon (Reader)
Reviewed on January 18, 2006
After reading that, I can't go to bed now! Reminds me of some similar things that happened to me in the past. The worst part is when someone takes something sentimental that cannot be replaced. People can be so heartless and strange and yet when it is done to them, I bet they cry "Foul", etc.!!! And many more cusswords. Why we have to endure violations like this is beyond my comprehension or understanding. Hope and pray that by now that the bitterness of it has healed and the pain of it has lessened and that you can feel "home" again, dear Regis. Love from Meredith Hope that the strangeness of it all has been swept away and replaced with a feeling of calm and owning your own home and space again.
As you know, I went through this too. You explained it perfectly. It takes a while to feel safe again (and I actually knew who was in my home) I am so sorry for you Regis.
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2005
That was deep sorry to hear that happened to you. What the world need is less of those cowards for they are truly a disgrace to us all.
An expression of very elementary things with great moments in it.
I enjoyed the reading. However, I feel the line "I feel sorry for you" would not be as mild in my own statement.
We can all relate to this vandalism of not only our possesions but our very selves. Can feel and identify with your rage. I am glad you could pen it down so well. :-) shoma
Reviewed by S H (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2005
If we couln't vent in our poetry there is no telling what you and I would do, Regis.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 29, 2005
I understand this anger because of the theif of my car. Some things that were in the car had no value, yet they took while going for their joy ride. But I still have my buzzy bee that will be placed in my new car .....when I get it. Thanks for the sharing.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2005
Regis, I, too, have had my home broken into, and it’s one of the most horrific events that I believe will always fester until the SOB who did it, is brought to JUSTICE. I am thankful though that none of my “sentimental belongings” were found or disturb. It is such a crime against one’s very being that I believe that anyone who does such a dastardly deed should spend the rest of their contemptible life behind bars! As a matter of fact, they should be put under the darn jail! I’m truly sorry this happened to you, my friend. May peace always be with you and yours. Take good care and be well.
Time to install an alarm system. It doesn't matter whether or not the things were of monetary values; something that are of sentimental values that can never be replaced. I feel so bad for you. Hope you are coping well on this one.
My sympathies, Regis. It is truly a soul violation. And your poem has already begun a process of healing, bringing a measure of order to chaos, understanding to what cannot be understood, a piece of your identity where another rampaged a part of what was you.
IS a poem, Reg'. . .of the very best kind! Too many of us are
able to relate. Sense of violation is h o r r i b l e. Never
quite get over it. All we can do is buy extra locks, batten
the hatches, and pray we don't become so paranoid that we lose
sight of the fact that most people are honest and caring. Well,
half--? I predict that it will never happen to you. Your values are rock solid, and n o b o d y can take them from you! 'Pea' <3
This has never happened to me personally in the ways you describe here, Regis, but I can understand your sense of violation and of "having been slimed" so well. And you're right... it is so not (always) about the material stuff. It is the sicko mind that seeks to seize or destroy that which makes us our own cherished being, somehow, the emotional torture that is sought to be inflicted. It's a kind of "killing" of sorts, isn't it? Bless you, dear one, and keep working it through until it has no longer the power to hurt, and you are instead empowered to almost pity those who are, instead, locked inside the minds that did this to you. THEY, for certain sure, are the prisoner, not you. You liberate YOURSELF, Regis, if ultimately you are able to find reconciliation and forgiveness out of this tawdry and heart-rending episode. YOU will emerge the victor. But I am also, of course, deeply sorry for your wounding and loss. An elderly widowed friend of my 87-yr old mother had her home broken into, excrement pasted on her walls and her drawers turned upside down until they found and posted on her pillow the death certificate of her beloved husband... we do things in style here in the UK. And this is in a small town in the sleepy West of England - God help the inner cities. I weep. Love and love and more love and hugs, dear friend. xxxxx Kate xxxxx
Ah, Regis, it's happened to me way too many times---house, car and, when camping this past week, someone stole our firewood and axe!
We are all victims when others decide to make us thus.
:)Sandy
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2005
They are too damn lazy to work.
Sorry Regis. Hope it never
happens again.
Your friend,
Ron
To make a living as a thief creates an anguish that can never be resolved by any insurance. And it seems the worse the economy is becoming, the more 'parasitic' this world become. That is why our only hope is to set our affections (biblical text) on things above, not on things that we cannot carry with us to the eternal. Our souls are the one part of us that can recover from such loss. Healing in this writing is an excellent step, not to mention an extremely gripping write Bro. Regis.
God be with you and wishing swift correction to the ones who invaded your precious privacy.
blessin's
cynth'ya
Oh Hon, this is terrible. You've depicted the cowardly as*hole perfectly. They make me sick! I am sending love, hugs, kisses and arms to hold you, in the most respectable way. ;). You can cry on my shoulder dear friend.
Love Janny xoxoxo
PS sorry to stay away so long...e-me at the reg. address and I'll give you my 'secret' address.
Time, unfortunately, for an alarm system or moving further out and away from humanity...tis a shame what we have to do to live in this our world today...Rufuz says get a big doggie...;) Ed & Rufuz
Regis honey, this is all too true, especially here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where the police and the FBI are finally cracking down on one of the worst southside gangs. We in our family always have someone home, so that no one would dare break in, plus we have two dogs, that just love fresh meat. This is very good as free style poem, and it says a lot about what goes on in the world. Thnx for sharing dear brother. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your still sad and terrified little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
This seems like a poem to me...a poem of anger, hurt and truth. Yes there are cowards out there that prey upon us. We must all be aware that any one of us could be struck next.
You've hit the profile of a scum-bag right on the head. That happened to me twice. And I know what you mean by them taking more than possessions. It's like they take a part of you and all of your privacy; my home didn't feel mine for a long time but it's up to each of us to claim it back. Don't let them have that. Don't! Fight it with all your might!
Hi, sugarman. I figured something was up when I surfed by Friday and you still hadn't posted a poem. :-( You've pegged the villain well in this poem, but remember you are so much more a light and so much stronger than the dark soul that would do this thing to you and through you to us. Look for the spiritual blessing that will come to you from this violation and pray that the perpetrator(s) is found and prosecuted. Perhaps by being held accountable in human court, the person will turn his/her life around before it's too late. As always, you've drawn from your troubles solid, repsectable poety. ~~Nordette
I so regret this happened to you and your home, Regis! "Cowardly parasite" is a good description of a mind that convinces itself of a right to commit these terroristic crimes. And I feel strongly that this crime should be considered terroristic, rather than robbery by breaking-and-entry - it really IS a terroristic act, and when, and if, the perp is caught they would get a much stronger sentencing.
{{{hugs}}} Micke
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on October 16, 2005
Strong Powerful Excellent poem. You have really hit the feelings and crime so right on. Superb Regis.
I hope this didn't happen to you and you are ok.
Je T'aime Mon Ami
Tracey 42xoox (c :)
You said it! And, I like the way you said it. It's how I feel too. Thanks for sharing how we all feel about this.
Reviewed by Monette Bebow-Reinhard (Reader)
Reviewed on October 16, 2005
Amazing how you can take an ugly act and make poetry of it. But poetry is little more than pent-up emotion bursting forth. I too hope this didn't happen to you but only noticing an ugly news report inspired you to burst forth. Good write here, Regis.
Monette
Regis, I am so very sorry that this has
happened to you! I am fortunate to not
have had this done to me, yet! I shall
say a prayer for you, and that this horrible
person is caught and put in jail!
God Bless,
Becca
Regis, I can empathize with your feelings of anger, hurt and humiliation after such a dastardly deed! I can only hope that you will be able to replace any lost items and that you will heal and grow stronger after this cowardly violation of your privacy and loss of property.
I understand this poem all too well and your sense of anger and violation as I have been the victim of two breakins and I have taken the stance that I shoot to kill if someone is in my house now that shouldn't be there. Harsh but I have the lives of three someimes four peiople to think about. Well said.
Regis,
For a five minute write, this is extraordinary.
I've not been robbed, but Hubby forgot to lock out front door one night, and from down the road, where a party had been going on, came a drunk youth, who just walked into our house. I woke up with a start, in time to see a figure in the dark, walk in and proceed to the hallway. I woke hubby, and upon creeping around in the dark, not knowing if he was armed or not, we discovered the young guy, drunk, asleep on our daughters be. Lucky she was out sleeping over at the time. Can you imagine what would've happened had she been at home in bed? We called the cops, they came in, woke him up, he was stoned, and drunk, and didnt have a clue where he was.
I just stood there gobsmacked, and shaking.
It only takes once, to forget to lockup apparently. So in that way I share your feelings of invasion, its a no brainer for sure.
Peace and love be with you
Ch'erie
Well I was Held Up Gun By same 2 Illegals in 5 Months-Laid Out On Floor Got $52 Outa Wallet--They're Going Thru My Pockets Looken For Pennies,i.e. I Don't Wish Anything On Them But,You Don't Want To See Me Cut Off There Hands_
I Do So Meditate--It May Take Time But, That's Sooner Than They Can Blink ---- Look Momma No Hands_
I know this feeling far too well, Regis. I was robbed back in May and it is just now that I am finally feeling secure in my home again. I was out of control, as soon as the police left I started cleaning and putting everything back in its place as everything I owned had been tossed to the floor. I went out immediately and replaced things that I knew would remind me of what had happened, the next day I went out and bought a new television and other electronics to fill the holes I was having to see in my entertainment center. Still, there are many things that I miss and some of the things taken can never be replaced. It took me 40+ years to gather all the things that were taken. To think that things that mean so much to me would be sold for a bag of dope was crushing. I hope that you will be able to feel at home again in your house and that you will heal quickly from this horrible violation of your privacy and loss of things that had so much meaning to you. The good part is that no one was hurt and that you and your family are all right. The rest is just stuff, admittedly some are part of memories, but you are not harmed and you will find a way to move forward from this pathetic assault.
Take care,
Sherry
glad you wrote it, though I'm not certain these people are worthy of time spent feeling sorry. I do wish they would reach out for the help they need. "child of chaos" says it all, I think. Dawn
Very powerful poem, Regis
I hope that this thing did not happen to you personally
Last week I quit restorative justice class because these things make me sick and the teacher would like us to work with offenders
This hits home, Regis. I have been a victim of a break-in. The only things that were grieved in the theft were a precious locket and ring of my grandmother. Everything else was just stuff. But oh the feelings of invasion and the fear that still haunt me to this day!
Powerful write!
Regis , a powerful write about a devastating topic. I recall my sister said she felt raped when her home was broken into and robbed. They said it was professionals, because of the way.every drawer was overturned. Never caught them either. You gave a perfect profile of those who choose to live off others, rather than work for themselves.
Love and Peace,
Eileen
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 15, 2005
Here the police don't do anything either. Except lip service. Cos it is so rampant. But go five MPH over the speed limit.- HULLO HULLO YOU'RE NICKED SIR THAT'S RIGHT NICKED-
One feels vunerable after too. And rather angry.
On the bright side. Least you're not the coward..
Rant on..
Angel, Devil, good baby, bad baby. This poem shows an urgent need to adopt an open-door policy of respect of others' properties. Sharing the existing creative products of our personal lives---paintings, writing, films, designs, pottery, theories, artistry, wood, metal work, sewing, and quilting is means for new behaviors. We desperately need to get back to the spirit of humankind, rather than the destruction of humankind and its reduction. So overwhelming is the predominance of bad behavior. Guard your keyboard, Reg!
OH, BY THE WAY... what's your address again?
ever wonder why there are so many "pawn shops" popping up everywhere?
security systems, security alarms, security braclets... GUNS!!!
interesting word "SECURE"... "See-Cure"? NO!
I don't feel sorry for them, Regis. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, these criminals choose to live a life of crime, sucking off innocents...they are worse than parasites.
Strongly imaged, powerfully penned...this needs to be shouted from the rooftops, so we can take back our cities and identities: NO MORE!
I truly hope this isn't your reality...keep in touch, let me know, you are in my prayers and thoughts.
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I can't believe this happened to you. Must have been awful to go through this.
Thank you for sharing your personal experience. I am sure others have found themselves in similar situations.
Love ya!
Jane
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Much Love,
Always!!!
Margaret
I am sorry , but rest assured this is definitely a poem full of emotions. This is what you do best. Someone had stolen my lunch from the fridge in school. I was really mad because I was pregnant with my third child and had no time to go off campus to buy because I had spent most of my lunch time grading papers. People do the darnest things! Imagine stealing a pregnant woman's lunch.
Janet
I enjoyed the reading. However, I feel the line "I feel sorry for you" would not be as mild in my own statement.
Ron
((((( Love and Hugs )))))
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(
able to relate. Sense of violation is h o r r i b l e. Never
quite get over it. All we can do is buy extra locks, batten
the hatches, and pray we don't become so paranoid that we lose
sight of the fact that most people are honest and caring. Well,
half--? I predict that it will never happen to you. Your values are rock solid, and n o b o d y can take them from you! 'Pea' <3
We are all victims when others decide to make us thus.
:)Sandy
Sorry Regis. Hope it never
happens again.
Your friend,
Ron
God be with you and wishing swift correction to the ones who invaded your precious privacy.
blessin's
cynth'ya
In my thoughts and prayers...
Love Janny xoxoxo
PS sorry to stay away so long...e-me at the reg. address and I'll give you my 'secret' address.
Well fixed,Regis. Peace.
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Bless you,
Carmen
Carmen :-)
I hope the b******* who did this to you hangs!! Powerful, emotive poem; you are in my thoughts, dear friend!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
{{{hugs}}} Micke
I hope this didn't happen to you and you are ok.
Je T'aime Mon Ami
Tracey 42xoox (c :)
could not have said it better
Myself
I know that feeling
when my Van was broken into
it was such a personal intrusion
Peace .......William
Monette
happened to you! I am fortunate to not
have had this done to me, yet! I shall
say a prayer for you, and that this horrible
person is caught and put in jail!
God Bless,
Becca
Reindeer
best wishes
And the world is birthing more of you
How very sadly true, Regis.
Best wishes,
Gwen Dickerson
Felix
For a five minute write, this is extraordinary.
I've not been robbed, but Hubby forgot to lock out front door one night, and from down the road, where a party had been going on, came a drunk youth, who just walked into our house. I woke up with a start, in time to see a figure in the dark, walk in and proceed to the hallway. I woke hubby, and upon creeping around in the dark, not knowing if he was armed or not, we discovered the young guy, drunk, asleep on our daughters be. Lucky she was out sleeping over at the time. Can you imagine what would've happened had she been at home in bed? We called the cops, they came in, woke him up, he was stoned, and drunk, and didnt have a clue where he was.
I just stood there gobsmacked, and shaking.
It only takes once, to forget to lockup apparently. So in that way I share your feelings of invasion, its a no brainer for sure.
Peace and love be with you
Ch'erie
Calvin & Hobbes
I Do So Meditate--It May Take Time But, That's Sooner Than They Can Blink ---- Look Momma No Hands_
Irrespective Regis I Suggest You Do Same ...
Your Friend,TRASK
Take care,
Sherry
Cool picture too.
I hope that this thing did not happen to you personally
Last week I quit restorative justice class because these things make me sick and the teacher would like us to work with offenders
Powerful write!
well crafted though Reg.
ann
Love and Peace,
Eileen
One feels vunerable after too. And rather angry.
On the bright side. Least you're not the coward..
Rant on..
Sorry to read this my dearest friend...hope you are okay???
Love Tinka
Sage
OH, BY THE WAY... what's your address again?
ever wonder why there are so many "pawn shops" popping up everywhere?
security systems, security alarms, security braclets... GUNS!!!
interesting word "SECURE"... "See-Cure"? NO!
good write.
TX
I don't feel sorry for them, Regis. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, these criminals choose to live a life of crime, sucking off innocents...they are worse than parasites.
Strongly imaged, powerfully penned...this needs to be shouted from the rooftops, so we can take back our cities and identities: NO MORE!
I truly hope this isn't your reality...keep in touch, let me know, you are in my prayers and thoughts.
(((HUGS))) and love, your friend in Texas, Karla.