The monsters from our past continue to fuck with us as they’ve made sure to leave us with a charming visual, which plays on a loop inside the screen of our minds. But they only stay inside your head if you LET THEM. They have no power unless you fear them….and the circle must be broken.
Monster once begat monster begat monster, with the abused becoming the abusers. But some people DO break free: they’re the gods amongst us.
This: Two brothers. One beat his wife, the other did not.
The first was asked “why do you hit your wife”?…and he replied “because I saw my father beat up on my Mom”.
His sibling was asked, “why DON’T you hit your wife”? – and he gave the same answer.
Don’t let them win.
Look under the bed and see that they’re not there.
Climb ONTO that bed…..
Nothing can harm you.
Across a pond a televisual church;
Displaying Armageddon unforeseen;
Our continent with theirs united: merged;
When British eyes ‘came glued to godless screens.
We fell at once into our chairs and pews;
As unbelievability unfurled;
A sermon painted in horrific hue;
An unprophetic evil unforetold.
A pestilential fever plagued glue-eyes;
Whilst fire and brimstone spoke destructive psalm;
And as this story true yet not devised;
For us to bear: a cross, to offer: alms.
Yet as not concrete-steel nor God protect;
So hopeless was each prayer and genuflect.
Two planes: our past and future would converge;
One outcome proving difficult and rare;
Four aeroplanes took flight while death emerged;
A five-walled building torn apart by air.
Into a field appeared the scythe of woe;
Aluminum and alloys razed a pair;
And those who should be allies proved the foe;
With perpetrators underground in lairs.
Political decisions at the root;
Retaliating badness’ voice was spoke;
And heard: a falling body, found: a foot;
Relations parted hearts – forever broke.
Horrific by the number, lies dispersed;
Impossible to sum by mournful verse.