It is the dark side of life intriguing fascinating, you can enjoy this

It is the dark side of life intriguing fascinating, you can enjoy this DADDYWho this man is frightening   Call Daddy?   When? S has not drunk? S   Not so bad, we heShowers with hugs   And kisses,   When we hurt,   *** If you lose him? s our Dad   Him? s big and bad,   It makes us sad, that   Spaventa us poor, which   It makes us so mad that   Dad is our =================================== Madness of Jane-BEARAfter children were gone,   Madness went under?   He came to play   left behind the old wallsIt made his presence   In the joual, the accumulation of drift   Newspapers, magazines,   And earthquakes,   Free fall   What has evolved and metastasis   A thank you, every word   In all rooms   In all coers   *** Too cats home   Raised several times,   In too many places,   And everywhere   Everywhere,   N. space left unattendedThe defecation,   Urination   Deeply immersed in books   Magazines, newspapers Mach?   Which has grown steadily to   Kitchen floor   Bedroom apartments, the   Living room, bathroom   E corridor plans flourished Pulci ***   Black socks white   In a literal and vomit covered blinkFeces   Kitchen, stove tops,   Windows,   the upper part of the widow spiders refrigeratorBlack   Flourished,   Appreciated and encouraged by   Woman of the house *** Jane-Bear? s old bed?   Live with the mattress   The? sir? so precious   Any? It was not a place to sleep   Years of small pockets of space   In the living room floor   Waterfall in the middle of books,   Unkempt in resting cells,   Densely coated with powder   And decades of cobwebs,   It lies there, undisturbedThis Jane-Bear? s   *** I have to sleep Lair is clean   put a sheet and when she cried and looked   What I did when he saw his   clean, new, pocket-sheeted space   between the books abandoned, smiled sweetly, told me,   ? what? s very good for people like Bear? And I cried,   Dear God,   As   I   cried !======================================== hear SHREDDEDHe grated   With love   And the pain - Chat   For men   Is   His brotherGrief   For men   His brother   is FEARFear =============================================   It is a screaming,   Cat flames? A 4-legged ball of fire,   Consumed in flames,   sudden sparkling deathFear is a skeleton,   Incinerated, again,   Voice tests   The actual total disaster - Fear   It is a fire, fury feline,   Shocked and bued,   Bombed and bued   Nowhere   From left to go   But beyond   A great cry,   While embers glow reduced GRACEOh =========================================== == god   Read?-Me-alone! Oh God   Awaaay go! (Oh nooo?   So here goes ?)*** be found here   Below the sky   I wish I could die here   Because they are here *** (oh leave me alone or I find a house   When my brother? s not me all day) *** God I? m soooo tired! R u still Dun? He had his fun yet?   (Not my wet clothes   ? Cuz I? ll be in trouble, some terrible problems   It won? So where to go? Under the stairs to hide surprise?   On the tops of the trees? O-let-me-go-mi !)*** Please take the field,   All strokes and drowned   Not a smile is a sadness?   only my soul falling ============================================ = (All poems (c) 2005 by author) Thanks for taking the time to read this and visit with me a little 'time - I wish you peace, joy, harmony and fulfillment in all your endeavors ! An inteationally published poet graduate, Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson spent his first seventeen years in a violent home, where he suffered severe mental, physical and sexual abuse. Besides singing with the Symphony Orchestra of Albuquerque, Adult Choir, Rev. Hudson is a certified peer counselor for the mentally ill and a paraprofessional crisis line volunteer for suicide and a hypnotherapist. and her husband of twenty-seven years, John, lives in Adelino, New Mexico. I grew up three children, four grandchildren, four cats and two dogs.