‘Do you promise to tell the truth, so help you God?
In one gender.
Half a dozen men fester in a room
Separating Sensationalism versus truth.
sweltering Summer days spent
In a hyped media playpen
Forecast for doom.
Devising the fate of a boy
In touch with his truth.
A mistake , is he to fall?
Be punished for the ongoing debate?
Does it make it right?
The boy continued a relationship with the sexually assaulted.
Public claims she is fearful of her boy’s sinister
Fright on sight?
It’s never okay.
No means no.
Damn, that’s a blow
No drug could penetrate,
Mass guilt floods
Semantic fluid clogs the mind
Of a boy done wrong.
Easy to get cynical.
You were to decide his fate.
Where do you compromise your
Determine the facts?
Voices tear apart opinion after opinion
Silenced into cloud funded crowds offset to dissipate.
What is a worthy punishment?
Did she manipulate Boy to gain the upper hand to?
….Deal with the death of her paternal bond?
Cash in on emotional connections equivalent to living in the cult of the son of I am.
‘Forgive me not or let me be free!’
Can we move forward?
Can we sever ties?
Chalk it up to experience.
Live without hubris.
His remaining existence determined by
A dozen eggs:
Hidden behind Neon flashlights pointing to God’s hand
Directing the choir to Man’s asunder demise?
Asunder is an adverb that means “into separate pieces.” So if you’ve torn your ex’s love letter asunder, you’ve forcefully ripped it into separate pieces — and rightly so.
Asunder comes from the Old English phrase on sundran, which means “into separate places.” It is a somewhat archaic and uncommon word and most of us know it only from marriage ceremonies: “What God has joined together let no man put asunder.” In most cases you can use its more common synonym “apart” and convey the same meaning, unless you want to express a particularly violent or forceful ripping.
‘Now are they not twayne then, but one flesh. Let not man therefore put a sunder, yt which God hath coupled together.’
Posted on Mar 16, 2010, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, MY BRAIN -MY THOUGHTS and tagged creative outlets, Creative Writing exercises, Human rights, Love, POETRY, Stage scripts, Stream of consciousness, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.