Crusifixion

The pittyless laughter, echoing in the
empty air
void of any regret.
Jovial and bright, its vocalist
hides not in shame or fear,
representing themselves entirely
in the exact way they truly are
a murderer, plain and broad
as the rise of daylight
content in their cold blooded heart,
willing only for the sickly deed to continue
This happy word, this jovial feeling,
lights of the heart
of this horrific being
mercilous in their deeds
and demonic in their sins
blind to their errors
unknowing to what lies, unavoidably in store
judged not according to my indecision,
but dependent upon
him who they comitted against

Never More Than Cheese Toast

My father never cooked more than cheese toast
except the occasional steam-cooked greans
He'd call us in- to the hectic kitchen,
requiring help in making the same meal
"Taters" wildly sliced and thrown
into a frying pan by my big sister
frozen hot dog buns- slightly thawed
buttered enthusiastically by my big,
happy brother
screams from my own- crooked toothed
smile- as I struggled to pop each
ice cube from the box- into our colored cups.
Dinner would be small-
just enough for the four of us...
or maybe some leftovers for my Mom
 who was gone

A Bloody Opponent

My mind was a sword with no
obvious opponent
No tyrrannical punishment
could I bestow, without
the knowledge of who
the victim might be.
Against my own self,
this bloody sword paved its way
slicing itself into my blurry
thoughts
Smashing against me,
its hard words and fearful
imaginations
The view into my soul
was unmarked, clear and precise
as the enemy, being myself-
slashed its ways into
my open walls.
I would cry desperately
aloud
-from the solitary state
I so imevitably found myself in
The angry winds of time,
tearing pieces of me
away with it,
fleeing as I recognized
their sinful crime-
A pain
so hardly sincere
blunt as it pierces my side-
demonic as it plunges deep
into my thoughts