Rebirth

Everybody’s got to hear the shit on FM willows call!

Stumped hand makes it arduous to know what to write about.

I made a statement!

 

Not the one above — but to the men in blue.

finally, the thugs who beat me

 multiple colours in hue

At least one will, hopefully,  get his due.

Option one-refused-

Throw acid his face!

 

I can’t live,  peacefully, knowing I consented to such an act-

diminish my integrity to a perilous few.

Revenge is emotional – it seeks to possess a person to extract bits of poison vials to sell to the human race.

Justice is what I seek.

I don’t know if he will get a record.

Justice would be one that doesn’t allow him to hit random buttons and turn knobs up and down.

Sending out a musical strumpet to hypnotise his disarrayed ideas, of how to treat the feminine race.

Feeling yellow-overly bloomed — in need of fresh water.

My petals are dying.

I need to wilt a bit more, give in to the yawn, allow nightshade dream’s jaws to lull me into a warm breath.

Give me some love,

then grow mighty for the new beginning.

The next chapter.

Moving to pastures new – time to wake to a fresh view of natures graphic portfolio.

Stay away from the Richter scale quakes in the roads.

The winds mighty disgruntled

at the idea that climate change is denied — to the Americas they indignantly blow.

Poseidon strikes his trident, sends more aftershocks rippling- undistilled.

 

  Down the hatch —

hold your breath

Deny the world is in decay?

Deny the world is not afraid?

 

Yield.

conform.

Get in line.

 

No more violence

no more drama.

 

Stop taking the law into your own hands.

Stop the meritless beatings.

 

Respect what the elders have taught for centuries.

Find a lesson learnt when you see a tree weeping.

Justice for all.

 

Senseless violence against humans, non-humans-

All life breathers.

Respect that we all have our problems,

But there is no excuse to violate otherLife,, because we are crippled ,floating in pints of bitter ale,

at a loss at how  to even this score.

Drink yourself to death.

Snort yourself into a blizzard.

Guzzle petrol until you look as slick as the ocean .

 

Muzzle your words and think about your devious ideas-that awry, flittering notion.

I rage for justice.

Justice for all.

Don’t blame another  for signing up to this card.

 

Roar  for Justice .

Bleat for Justice.

Scuttle for Justice.

 

Hey you, little, long neck! 

Don’t stick your head into the sand.

Waiting for  unsuspecting victims, before you sense you can bite off  another hand.

Dastardly cowards

Mutinous Muttley.

 

What about me ? I need my fill. 

Grab a hand , jack yourself  off.

 Get a rabbit –

Let the artificial  vibrations  shake off your pious habit.

 

Made  a statement in more ways than one.

I start my new life soon.

 I won’t look  into the eyes of the sun.

Folly?

yes.

Fool?

not for long.

 

Justice is why I’m still standing .

 

My place in this world is not to hang with vomitious,

 gut heaving,

 mort fragranced ,

strung up bodies

 Half eaten by wolves, fettered with flys.

  Eyes and flesh  pecked out by ravens  and deceiving magpies.

 My purpose is to move on.

*Revised stream of consciousness *

 

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2017-09-09, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Nice…justice has been my holy grail quest for my entire life…

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  2. Justice needs to be done and/or karma! Sending hugs. 🌾 💐 🌷 🌹

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  3. everyone wants
    needs a place in and under the son

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  4. Too true….Moving On….thought it does help if/when justice is seen to be done. Hugs! ❤

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