Catharine Parks, 27 december 2011
Trapped in a nightmare
From which I never wake
Each morning I lay there
My heart about to break
Again my bed is wet
I lay there paralyzed
Never once do I forget
It's too late to regret
Here comes mother
Calling out my name
Fear strikes like no other
Adding to my shame
Trapped in a nightmare
No one else to blame
Can't hide anywhere
My disgrace, my shame
Asleep the nightmare begins
They wait till after dark
Skeletons out to win
Their goal to leave their mark
Sleepwalking and dreaming
Of sitting on the toilet
In reality I was screaming
Alone in the dark
Harassed at school daily
I was trapped in a nightmare
That fit so aptly
My soul became ensnared
Years later the memories intact
Remembering the shame
Those were the facts
Was I to blame?
Once I asked her
Why do that to me?
Laziness was her answer
For she could not see
People need to be educated
More sympathetic, and tolerated
Children are our legacy
They deserve love and dignity.
Catharine Parks, 27 december 2011
If you were to open your spiritual eyes
See what is around you and analyze
A battle in full array
Evil spirits who have gone astray
The earth is filled with violence
Messengers of darkness, masters of abhorrence
Running here and there
Dispatching harm every where
God's Kingdom is the real thing
Satan's counterfeit, he isn't king
A hierarchy of all sorts
Evil, sinister and liar distorts
Lying and seducing spirits who cover
One end of the earth to the other
Picking up their pace
Their time is short in this race
See the man with the marks in his arms
Chasing smack to make it his charms
Can't see where life has brought him to
Has eyes only for his next avenue
In a manner of speaking
He has sold his soul for the smack
Giving up peace of mind for his next track
Only to wallow in his seeking
It speaks to him to go and find
There will always be another kind
More than willing to make paradise
Till he crashes from this device
So the cycle continues another day
Listening to the whisper's way
Gone to find your relief
To help forget your belief
It's not reality but a false hope
Only for a little while is this dope
Listen for the small still voice
It offers life, the perfect choice
Only God can make it right
Look to the one who gives us light
The one who cares and can master
The perfect solution to human disaster
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