firstly; they steal
your party dress
dying to undress
thirdly; they make
your life - a mess
fourthly; to suck
life, as they regress
fiftly, they betray
sixthly; sick mind
forever does protest
your hope's, immense
eighthly; old habits
mar your magnificence
ninthly; they hold
your spirit as hostage
tenthly; new re-birth
can be painfully savage
As I rekindle my own fires .. I see an old insane self
dying away ..
That is quite alright. For they will never touch my soul
that sails .. sanely and satisfied, forever free to make
or break .. my life and selves, up and over - again.
This is my loving life and you are simply riding the
stage-coach who's wheels' are merely in motion ..
because of me and the magic I choose no longer contain.
For, an emptied vessel .. you can never drain.
The pain you feel is your own.
So, do as you've kindly be shown ...
Leave the room and don't come back
until you; your dirty thoughts .. you
Which is surely never.
Thus, glad this poem is written...
with warmth and wonder - wrapped
ever so clever!
Very special K
With the good forune .. to know how an
abuser,perpetrator, abuser, psychopath 'works,'
I trust that someone' get's i't - before experience
has to also make himself ..her unforgiving teacher.
Come home, King Kaelin.
And, all you others .. being so blindly misled.
Separate your wants from you needs and focus
on your strengths .. many.
"Amazing Mommy" K