A Man Weeps - As A Child

[davelyoung1]

A Man Weeps - As A Child
2012

Ragged sheets of time, has worn a child, into a man,
Within echoes reverberates the damnation of parents
Fighting to create sorrows upon lifetime hollow memories,
Swollen kid eyeslids lifetime tears evaporated so abrasive.

Damnation in loving parents with unadulterated devotion.
Despising the verbal abuse Abomination reigning pure hell
With a pillow over teens head to silence volatile thunder
That ferments lightning flashbacks in a sub-conscience abyss.

Simmer those stewing acid broths, swirling in haunted visions,
Seeing Dad get plummeted in bad decisions, supposed affairs,
But seeing his love never give up his wedding vow dedication.
Yet, he had his explosive moments in having verbal tirades.

A marriage never marked by physical violence on each other,
But the verbal s-words that penetrate children mind’s forevermore.
When later one seeks perfection in once upon a time fairy tale
That Princess soul mate to come rescue - this very lost Poet Prince.

~~~

Bah humbug reclusive lost child upon times before-ever-more,
Sometimes dances upon the fountain of youth spring Uni-Verse
This David in Wonderland doing all those things with fishing lines,
Away from all the Scarlet Letters of pain Labeling America today.

How hateful, hurtful, heartless has America’s heartbeats become.
“Damnation Liberal you abortionist socialist commie Muslim lover.”
Much like prewar WWII, where Christian hate turned so Holocaust,
Then it was those trying to open minds that created this Abomination.

~~~

Thinking America must become a WWII Catholic Church,
While a 2012 Church finds its baptismal cleansing voice.
That the Catholic Church and the USA must find
The God Bless Made in America miracle
That diversity of understanding
Where Liberals and Conservatives
Communicate solutions together
Without Demigods, BBBB, and Goliaths.
“We the people” are the Biblical David’s.
Moses Spring must release the people
To share God’s love of enlightened
Freedom, Democracy, and divine Liberal-ty.

Note: Those that point fingers at others are mostly middle finger mentalities full of mental imperfections.

I loved my parents very much, but hated the fighting way they loved each other, its shadow voice pitch left a deep depression that reverberates within me still today as a poet.

David Lester Young 01/15/12 ©

[davelyoung1]

Abuse in any form is an Abomination, but writing about it can get you censured in America, that after writing a poem about a women so hurt in life, they told me I was banned 24/7 in writing Poetry down with my fingers. That is why I will write a book about insanity of abuse in the Scarlet Letters its sword creates.

Nail The Pain
2012

Love evaporates into blank stares
Day in day out in day in and out - fear
Never ending cycles vanquished tears
Alone
So damn alone
To nail the pain
Inside the veins
That reign in isolation
So desolate
So barren
A cold, cold chill.

Wham Bam thank you Ma’am
Sixty sex cycle snap finger routine
Those fake gross groan in sexual moans
That once were real - loving emotions
Filled with spousal caring devotion
Until that snap crackle whip abuse
Bruised scar in slow healed outside
Ferments to simmer inside - forevermore.

For
Forever
For-ever-more
And more, more ….
Endless nails of pure pain
Marriage lifetime endless coffin s-hell
Graven betrothal betrayal empty box
Kneels forlorn weeps bruised prayers
Dog companion whimpers to await
A transformed Soul Mate to enter
Then cowers away to seek safely
Will it be Jeckle, or a cruel Hyde?

Bare
Bare the pain
Gravitating chill’s haunted time
Naked cold shrill vow chill
Naked rain worn out marriage weight
Quiver ring shiver ring
Golden grains lost shine
Sparkle less cold, cold diamond
Wearing sand paper abrasion
Upon a wedding license
Wedding bond band paper cut
Needing severed from a divorced
Empty s-hell stare.

David Lester Young 01/14/12 ©

[rrw]

DY, I love both poems... the first one sometimes makes a turn that I missed the first read... but I think I got it now... The second poem is following the same thought process but is very different in structure and rhythm than anything I've already read from you. Nice work... Who banned you and from where?

[davelyoung1]

I worked for Mercedes Benz in Alabama and I wrote an poem about a woman who have been abused all her life from infancy to recently that she had mental scars all inside her. She read some poems of mine and just vented. Well all that pain reigned inside me, so i wrote a poem in the veins of Silvia Pratt.

The poem was shown at work and it upset people there but some people thought that somehow I was involved. Before I had a chance to explain HR had me a councilor, later found out it was for obscenity. I told him what I was trying to do, and he asked me do I see why they were upset. I said the matter was disturbing but i did not spread the poem at work, and that the person or the poem had nothing to do with work. I received a letter that said I was eccentric, but not obscene. I showed that letter to HR, and I still got banned 24/7 365 days a year from using my fingers to record any kind of verse.

I write in my therapy of napkins that the depressions vent, and rant my frustrations therefore releasing the turmoil. So the first I wrote a thought down, Mercedes Benz had a Right to Work reason to terminate me. Well it took a year and I was called to a meeting and "Terminated for Poetry", which devastated me, not the termination but the reason, Poetry. They took my love of words and put a Scarlet Letter Label Resume on me branding me, forever.

That they created a Corporate PTSD Living Suicide that every day I must arise in my struggle to live my American Dream.

In today's America, who would hire ree Speech spirit, especially looking like a $100 bill. It seems after my "Terminated for Poetry," I let my hair grow and people started calling me Ben. I guess God that was a blessing of irony, that I would create Free Speech electricity elocution.

[The Great Fulcanelli]

Sometimes, one has to learn to move away from the pain, free oneself and start all over again. That is one of the ways I have discovered that helps.

[jbstillwater]

Well, you know how I feel about this subject and how much I love this poem. I have featured this poem of Dave's on the front page of my own literary magazine and it will be there for a while. Sending huggs across the miles Dave....Jan