Truth

Lies belay the truth

Replaces it with myth

That ripens into folklore

Truth adheres to nothing 

Heedlessly retreating 

Breaking into the tiniest of molecules

Floating noiselessly

Drifting further apart

Until time casts it out

And the universe replaces it with nothing

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Money Speaks

Someone said her mother never wanted to get pregnant

Fear kept her from that state

The dread of child birth

The discomfort of carrying a baby

Or was it mental imbalance

As her father said

The early shock treatments she endured

Hoping to put her mind back together

Both perhaps

The imbalance causing an unfounded dread

Public agencies declaring her too irrational for approval

Resorting then to the secret world of private adoptions

Where no guidelines existed for proving worthiness

And only money spoke

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Dark Corners

Please don’t channel your mother

She’s not wanted here

At her sister’s funeral

We didn’t like her

Dead or alive

Please don’t channel your mother

Her spirit taints all it touches

Brings us down

Clouds our eulogies

Shows us where we come up short

Please don’t channel your mother

She speaks truth

Says things we don’t want to hear

Her presence sheds light into our dark corners

Please don’t channel your mother

Don’t let her out

Tell her to stay quiet

We do not wish to abandon our lies

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Choose

Babe or bitch

Which will it be

Pick one or the other

Choose 

Bitch

Strong willed

Loud mouth

Truth sayer

Babe

Cute

Flirty

Curvy

Okay

Say it...

Sexy

If you called me a babe

I’d fall out of my chair

Oh I might be a bit cute and flirty

Maybe even curvy and sexy

But I'd know you lied

A babe I am not

Don’t flatter me

Don’t bullshit me

Just tell me what you want

Then if you called me a bitch

Well I just might take it as a compliment

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Red Sky

The sky is red she whispered to her daughter 

Red from the beginning

Since the creation of the world

When matter came together 

Forming our globe

Mixing the elements

Bending the heavens to the scarlet vault above our heads

The sky is blue she whispered to her mother

The sky wraps us in ruby curtains she said to her daughter

Pregnant with crimson rain

Drenching us with sanguine droplets of dew

Soaking our clothes

Coloring us russet

Transforming us into ripe cherries

The sky is blue she said to her mother

The sky glowed vermillion at night she shouted at her daughter

Dotted with rose stars and a cerise moon

Through the darkness our garnet faces glittered

Wine flushed from claret and burgundy

As we danced naked beneath the bloodshot cosmos

The sky is blue she shouted at her mother

And strode away fading into cerulean haze

©kcasady2014