Artists4Peace for October – Stop Domestic Violence

Games

by Heartafire

I like to sit in her lap 

her warm fingers in my fur.

Sometimes I tease her and pull away and lick myself

and pretend  I’m too busy.

When the master comes home he too likes to  play.

His rough paws toss me into the flower bed.

I feel my bones may break but she pleas to him

“come here”  while  I hide in the garden

chasing lizards and winged things.

I can see her kneel down and he yanks her hair and

slaps the dewdrops streaming from her eyes.

I don’t understand the games my people play.

When it’s done he washes his rusty nailbeds

and says he’s sorry, he had a bad day.

Photo by Heart

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All We’ve Forgotten

We forget the essentials
As we pretend that gratitude
Is a new way to live our life
We forget substance
We forget joy
We forget how it feels
To feel
We numb our minds from the pain
Of a thousand knives and bullets
Aimed at someone else
Our hearts forget to beat
For those we’ve forgotten

We forget the land
We forget the land can heal us
We forget authenticity
We forget to worry about
Monsters under the bed
They reside in our head
We forget to imagine
We forget to look…
For anything
We wait for it…
To load, begin the show
As we deprive ourselves from accomplishment

We forget possibilities
Woven, sewn or whittled
From nothing but a dream
We forget how to knock on a door
We forget what friends are for
We forget that hope is not just a word
Or a bird or another tattoo
For some it is all there is
We forget why we’re here
We forget to care
We forget how it feels to care
About all we’ve forgotten

all we've forgotten

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Walls

window to the sky

sometimes
I
feel
trapped
as
if
there’s
no
way
out

all
I
see
are
walls
barriers
that
hold
me
in
place

but
when
I
look
up
I
can
see
the
sky
and
then
I
know
that
freedom
exists
and
is
just
waiting
for
me
to
tear
down
the
walls
I
have
build
with
my
own
hands

This post is a collaboration:

 picture by the talented Paul Militaru

and wonderful poem by Gigi 

Life

wow...dangerous !

life
looks
exactly
like
the
sea

furious
violent
crashing
destructive
waves
throwing
themselves
against
the
rocks
again
and
again

when
all
the
while
calm
and
peaceful
water
drifts
lazily
next
to
the
fury

drifts
and
moves
in
rhythm
with
the
quiet
heartbeat
of
the
ocean

we
need
to
turn
away
from
the
violence
and
look
for
the
calm
spots

we
need
to
stop
throwing
ourselves
against
the
rocks
again
and
again
and
look
toward
peace

 

This post is a collaboration:

fantastic picture by Paul Militaru

and fabulous  poem by Gigi