Redux
Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon
observing nature
finding hidden images
kilroy, birds, fish, more
What do your eyes find?
Obscured
Tag: redux
Shameful
Redux
On 2 July 1942, most of the children of Lidice, a small village in what was then Czechoslovakia, were handed over to the Łódź Gestapo office. 81 of the children were transported to the extermination camp at Chełmno 70 kilometers away. There they were gassed to death. This remarkable sculpture of 82 children by Marie Uchytilová commemorates those children attacked from Lidice who died.
disgusting barbarians
bred from power
they were evil tyrants
sacrificing the innocent
the vulnerable
for personal gain
they chose cruelty
and still slept well
while all the rest suffered
how inhumane they were
how so many still are
shameful
Originally posted 4/17/2019 on I Write Her.
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Erred
Redux
You as my Lover
acting like you care
You liked to Hover
we made a great pair
But you were a Shover
found out too late
So I ran away for Cover
to escape this fate
Originally published 4/15/2019 on I Write Her. Tried to duplicate here, but the formatting is different from when I initially posted it.
Wounded
Redux
my past returns
up in my future
like hot juice
down my throat
it burns
this becomes something else
tainted and wrong
desperate attempts
at rising above
at feeling less defiled
sullied and broken
once again
first time, shame on him
second time, shame on me
a third time won’t happen
Originally posted 4/14/2019 on I Write Her.
Dire
Redux
my feeling is gloom
anxiety tags along
depression innate
doom is imminent today
i can feel it in my bones
Originally posted 4/13/2019 on I Write Her.
Volumes
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Feeling full
of stuff to do
things to read
thoughts to write
and falling behind
Pressured and agitated
need to step back
and organize
my normal life cycle
trying to prioritize
I hope my friends
will understand
it’s not you but me
Took on a big chunk
and catching up
Busy and isolated
stuck more in my head
than is necessary
for my health
and recognizing it
Seems I’m not the only one
Originally posted 4/12/2019 on I Write Her.
Til We Meet Again
Redux
far-away friend
i’m crying
in preparation
for our next
goodbye
Originally published 4/10/2019 on I Write Her.
Cold
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you threw the first rock
the force of it landed
the pain came in slivers
you broke open
love’s shelter
it’s no longer safe here
our warmth escaped
cold steeliness seeped in
my blood curdled icy
Originally published 4/10/2019 on I Write Her.
To The Manner Born
Redux
she, being pristine
deserves all the finer things
simply elegant
Originally posted 4/9/2019 on I Write Her.
Trapped
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I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.
Originally posted 4/7/2019 on I Write Her.
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