Last Night’s Dinner

Last night I had my dinner;

It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!

And while I ate I heard it’s cries, I felt it’s sorrow and pain and guilt, regret and

bitter remorse slowly filled my veins.

How was his last moments, was it a girl or boy, when was he born, did his Mother scorn

like our Mother’s do us? Did he feel happy, did he cry and did he laugh…was it his Mother’s name he called

when the Butchers blade did slash?

 

How is it ever justified to bring into this world a life, knowing that before he’s born, he’ll suffer, moan and die?

How can we live with ourselves when throughout the day we devour the carcases of someone’s body away?

It is their blood we split, and upon our hand’s it stains. Eating meat is madness now in the modern age!

 

As I finished dinner, I went home to pray asking God’s forgiveness for the life I ate away!

The Master never intended His creations to be meat, to be enjoyed on someone’s plate, to be called

juicy, delicious or sweet! Never again shall I indulge on someone who once breathed, who once was just as loved by God as God loves me.

Last night I had my dinner;

It was afraid of me…as I cut into my steak it ran red blood-LIKE ME!!!

These Eyes

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry;

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering.

Do we really get over the evils of the past? Does the damage done to our forefathers within our fibers last? Why do I feel so deeply for a land I’ve never been? Why do I weep when I hear the pipes sing a mournful tune to me?

Does somewhere in my soul recall the pain of starvation and lost when the coffin ships came? Does somewhere in this young heart of mine remember the murders, rapes and misdeeds done to those so long ago? Does somewhere in my memory does revenge and hatred grow-for those whom I’ve never known.

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry.

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering…because what is left of those millions

are these eyes of mine!

Only For Tonight

It is only for tonight my dear wipe away your tears. 

Your pain is done, your battles won-don’t repeat your fears.

Darling girl you’ve cried so much throughout the night you’ve shed 

and in the day your pain does stay and your guts how have they bled.

Those vile thoughts of grand temptation of tasty treats and sweet delights,

but alas! Those few nibbles and shallow bites will make you wish you dead. 

Too many nights you’ve spent in terror thinking about the demons, while waiting for the hell that comes and feeling so forsaken. 

 

Tonight I know you’ve fallen but its only for tonight my dear,

wipe away your tears for a lesson is taught with each mistake and

a LESSON is LEARNED TONIGHT my dear!

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Lord. Why doth thou let them in,

children whom have never sinned?

What cause does thine have for their souls

when they are less than ten years old?

Why were they brought to a Mother’s keep,

when she was only meant to weep?

And I ask why wasn’t I the life you took,

When human blood you sought to shed.

Why not empty my worthless bed and rest 

my weary age stricken head? 

Why destroy a Mother’s hope,

and cause her grief night and day when her

babe wastes away? 

Why take a life whose not yet lived,

please dear divine I offer mine instead.

The End

And so this is the end?

I knew I’d never win,

the choice to sink or swim…

the waters deep.

I held my breath and ne’er

a soul did speak.

And so this is the end?

I knew that there and then,

a life in vain I’ve wasted,

and anguish I have tasted…

now death is but a whim.

And so this is the end?

Hope here it seems dim,

mine whimsy’s caving in and

I’ve fallen to despair.

AYE, ALAS! You’ve met me there,

the fate foretold to me

blinded to all others, they

just couldn’t see.

Oh Baby Bairn

Written from the voice of a past life 

 

Oh baby bairn…you live with her

but God you are alive!

For so long I have waited to hear that joyful cry…

When I heard you whimper, that playful tune I knew and 

something was familiar when I turned to look at you.

How my heart sang in gladness, that to this world you’ve come,

but alas! The grief I feel that this time I’m not your Mom.

My eyes they filled with tears as she strutted side to side, 

rocking you so gently, her arms those not of mine.

Oh baby bairn my sweet divine, how much I’ve missed your 

smile. The jolliness of your soul so precious in a child. 

But baby bairn I’ll sleep again once now I’m sure you live…

vow to me that this time round’ you’ll survive to manliness. 

To Mother

Your love is mine and it is finely tuned, like a delicate instrument I am yours to groom.

Your breath and your soul is what my heart adores and without you I’d vanish like a fading flower. You’re mine and you’re thine and your whom I do sing, every lyric I write to your joy I hope to bring.

The heavens created me, the form God did give to delight and to brighten your day to day whims. I am ne’er to to live a life of my own, don’t you see I’m your doll your one and true own! The pale porcelain portrait,the girl with no age, forever she’s waiting to play all your games and when you’ve grown tired of the doll that was given, she’ll shrink and shrivel and go back to heaven.