To be born into a world one must be prepared to Mother & Father the new life.
To gaze upon the being of life created & turn the flood of joyous emotions into tears of poison, is an unjust act of cruelty. The innocence of the child brought into a world of hate is like doing drugs while attempting to copulate your pleasure for selfishness.
To strike a hand against the flesh of this child without accord or valid reason is condemning yourselves to a fiery tyranny at the gates of hell. Each breathe you breath is tainted with the shards of glass that fall from disintegrating ceiling above the crib. The asbestos that entraps this evolving life rains beads of foamed soap across your skin sizzling as it burns rings into the drain. The purity of the water filtering from the well below becomes blackened upon the contact to the evil of your skin as it sings nothing but screams.
This child grows only to be beaten down. Every time he stands you make him fall. When he asks a question a torpedoed fist connects with his jaw. When he sheds a tear the phrase “cry baby ” is repeated like a broken record till another thunderous fist connects to opposite side of this broken boy’s jaw. Upon regaining his footing he runs away with blood spilling on the debris below, splashes across the garbage beneath force him to slip & fall through the floor boards as he races away up the stairs. Another round of bellows screeches out “ cry baby, cry baby, waa waa, cry baby“
As the years pass on by this boy grows slim & slender, made of just skin & bones. Each moment of growth turns to 1 foot in the ground. On the brink of eruption this boy cries out to unanswered pleas. Months, years go by to form nothing but silence. At the peak of this volcano angels heeded his call. They came from the shadows. They exhaled anger, commanding answers with responses of lies stuffed in bags of more lies and cover ups. The boy leaped with no hesitation or thought.
This couple embraced this troubled soul with open hearts, home & free soul’s. They took him from darkness & brought him to the spotlight. They took this malnourished boy & transformed him into a man. Not once hesitated to provide love, affection, education, food, or their heart. The older they grew the younger they aged. The boy lifted the drought of happiness, developing impressive creativity & rejuvenation to their aging souls.
Bred to be selfless by these mortal angels, he embraced peace & felt empowered in the choices of his day-to-day life. Taking the rabid beast & easing his pain. Dormant was he till the men in the white coats came knocking. Taken from their grasp, defeated & powerless they were at the mercy of the demons as they regained control.
Fueled by the dormant rage, trying to pick the lock to Pandora‘s Holy Grail. He stewed brewing with poison like a rabid beast locked in a cage being taunted by uneducated gawkers. This boy now a man enraged & fueled by hatred for the very people responsible for keeping him down, when his freedom is no longer within reach.
The days turn to nights & the weeks turn to months, every passing moment he grows more powerful as the blood filtering thru his veins begins to boil. Waiting for the doors to open & the right tools to unlock the monster lurking inside the chest. The pressure grew so intense upon his release from the asylum a force near destructive as the atom bomb shook the ground with a rumble ending at the steps of the very demons that entrapped him.
Holding their very lives in the grasp of his hand while it wrapped closing tighter around their necks, a wave of silence killed the air as they were stretched high above the ground. Moments passed as the clash of lightning thundered down with mighty force as they perished into the ground upon his stamping through it. No words spoken, no breathes taken just a stemmed rose & a gallon of fuel. A match stricken as the flame burns down the man pauses as if to hesitate & rethink the imminent decision. Moments later all that is visible is a cloud of smoke as a figure disappears into the smog.
Disappeared from the world, hibernating in solitude amongst the forest inhabitants. Years of silence drift by as memories fade & sorrow weighs heavy upon his heart. A voice is heard in the faint winds of the tops of the trees, “Come Home“
As the fire burns out the poison bleeds from his pores dosing the remains of the imprints left in his wake. In a secret clouded mystery on a dark stormy night he arrives at place where he once smiled without pain. As the door opens he is embraced in silence by hugs as tears pour from his face. The door closes as the aged souls transform into the angels discovered as a small boy. The tears continue as the silence is broken by the mutual words “Welcome Home My Son“…