Category Archives: Poetry

The Voiceless (Rated M for Maturity)

This is dedicated to those who are afraid to speak of the monsters that exists in places where there aren’t supposed to be any monsters. As a community we must stop making excuses for the horror we allow our children to go through and excusing the monsters we let roam freely.

I was 15
unsure
searching for direction
naïve and trusting
looking to him for guidance
a relationship with heaven
my heavenly father
a conduit
who would help me grow
spiritually

He assured me
this is what God intended
wanted
as he rubbed his hands
slowly,
along my legs

Biblical he said
as he nibbled
carefully
along the edges
of my ear

Let go and let God
as he gingerly
moved his fingers
toward my
private areas

Who am I
to deny a man of the cloth
my mentor
a bringer of truth
chosen and set aside
to deliver
the word of God
a Sheppard
leading us
to a better life

It didn’t seem right
but it must be
the path of righteousness
my concerns
were merely
a lack of faith
a weakness in my belief
it would pass

Heavenly
promises
from a wolf
clothed
in lamb’s clothing

I didn’t have any choice
but to let go
and let him
enter
my kingdom

..and now
my soul
is broken

My faith
in man
in the church
in God
has been dismantled

By sermons
turned to whispers

Whispers
turned to hugs

Hugs
turned to
inappropriately placed fingers

Fingers
turned to
cherry busting penises
pushing through
virginal
vaginal
walls
in dark corners

I cried for help
and the believers
didn’t believe me

Accused
of being greedy

Encouraged
to be quiet
be thankful
for his blessings

Outcast
in the house
of the Lord

Now the only place I find refuge
is on street corners
lying on my back
in pay per hour motels
caged by
the aroma
of strange men
wanting me to call them
daddy

I remember
he wanted to be
my daddy too..

Posted in Poetry

My Homeless Angel

Jun 7

Posted by Sean King

He emerged from out of nowhere
We were magnetically drawn
Our spirits tangled the tale of two paths
I the chosen one
He the homeless son

We broke bread
Talked
Shared stories of our past

Life
Love
Sadness
We laughed
then yawned
Parted ways with the break of dawn
A look back
He was gone

Souls
Intertwined by the strength of commonality
Me,
Praised for my tenacity
He,
Outcast for his criminality

In reality
We were more the same than not
Two strings
Our souls
Formed the knot that binds
He possessed the soul of our ancestors
Who climbed mountains
His blood flowed deep like mine
Two people from the same fountain
Life

Two examples of the effect of strife
Two spirits trapped and confined
Two people too short on time
Life

Memories
We conversed on his experience
growing up in the “City of Dope”
His childhood dreams
How things don’t always go
As planned
The hard rock life
His struggled journey of becoming a man

Me
Coming up
In a community that lent me a hand

His bouts with addiction
Prison past
The pain of the infliction of racism
School
The duality of life
In one world with contradictory rules

Me
Given respect

Him
The immorality of neglect
The pain of living
But I could see in his eyes
His soul had not been broken yet

The fight of a courageous spirit trying to rise
A life force slowly draining with each
Painful
Day
That passes by
Laying
Hurt and alone on the streets
Downtrodden by his peers
Unprotected by the city
Harassed by the cops walking the crooked beat

I never understood before
Two paths
Two lives
Two souls
Two minds
Two divided by one line
Two human beings
Too short on time
Two apples of the same kind
Two people
You and me
Fallen from branches
Two different sides of one tree
Two different stories
One destiny
Two souls meeting at the crossroads of
Eternity