Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

A sadism propensity Invites a public servant to taser me When it's easier than to learn something new when it's more fun to wear a head kicking shoe and so when one is on  low vibrations devoid of hyper sensations devoid of compassionate interrelations easily transmittable to evil itself .. one becomes like well.. an "evil Santa"'s helper elf of what is disguised as supposedly help but it's really just a system that was endorsed by a business and if you're not a feasible customer then you can go "to the left" ...

It's time to quell the flames  of the broken heart it's time to harvest to grow the art From the gaslit flames then turned to smoke  curling i nto patterns  around all the spokes of an old bicycle wheel turning over on the game 'cause we don't want the wheel to rust under the pouring autumn rain Take it all back you will for you must clean the air to feel the fresh autumn chill to suck the poison from the lair .. Yes!  Turn it inside out and then you'll know the way play the flute tread on now and abolish the nay say.. Play through the pain Let the rain clean the way

Butterfly they say you're meant to die when it's devised to shun the way I reach and the way I fly because in time I'll see all the lies So it's better to stick pins upon my wings be a chloroform-ed thing No!  I'm waning in the light so dim to seek out the glow it's actually quite grim .. but still I must b line and fly  to the light across the room yes I will I put up such a fight because I need to be set free of this terrible plight and I'll be in secret glee and whimsical might I'll fly away in the night! and I promise, alright?

Gray desolate pitter patter spit cold and crimson on the breeze twilight lit forget me nots lining the river as the rapids rise tiny pedals shiver how to get across impossible it is - doves do not make nests over here the crows only jeer and caw in fear - S. Rose Ashcraft

Cold is the window glass tough until it shatters though it cracks and fogs in the absence of what matters Clear it isn't still and it kills the view, the thrill and an empty pocketbook lies in the cluttered, moulded nook lies lies there it lies it lies among the mould and flies it's unaccounted for this is surmised - for how can one write plans in something unseen by their eyes Miserable nook one can't even look one can't even  see the book ...

Knocked off the beam fallen off the path back into bed back in the bath Imbalanced is the rhyme ticking is the time swallowed is grime and I linger on the line Cut are the ties that chase fallen from grace in haste it's hard to get back up when your arms are weak - it's rough  and the beings' keeping a tab and the longer drawn out the drab the more  it is like bait 'til it chomps and says "too late!"  I was in the air! but now I'm in "Rut-flare" Get me out of here! get me out of there ... - S. Rose Ashcraft  

Give me a sign that you'll be alright all I know's you have fallen all I know's you're not there fellow solider once beside me you're not on the other line and passing is the time where there was your shine and the light you beam on others please be wrapped in it now let it protect, no matter how deep the wounds sustained may be please come back to plant another tree I was fighting my own battle thrashing my sword in the field didn't see you drop your shield I was clinking so loud and I could not yield ... please forgive me, oh sweet sister as we're caught up in this metaphysical twister that we have to both survive because we have to stay alive ... We need you here I want us to be free ... please hang onto grace with me somehow, somewhere we'll be free - S. Rose Ashcraft

Sown is the sound of reaching, all around and daylight in the sky beams on, with hope dangling up high .. Blue and clear it's wry - while the air is warm and dry breeze is flowing through your fingers circling 'round it hums and lingers every evening until dawn the calls echo like a song - a bittersweet lullaby of hope sowing up high as night falls upon the sky .. and as the stars have written forewarning; of both rejoice and mourning as we pause to hear the sounds past reaching all around to feel our feet upon the ground! secure on this earth it's where we are bound - S. Rose Ashcraft

Splatters on the window splatters on the sill empty but warm and cozy in here and nigh are the tears yet still bringing forth an arid chill a whisper waiting til the sunrise over the hill

Painted alive temple or shrine when I worship it just to repair on healing plants it shall then dine mugwort and milk thistle and a prayer of mercy, or two to pay for what's past due is the secret that lies in you yes the secret that lies in you is written in a tinge when desperation was impinged to keep from becoming unhinged the immensity internalized well it really makes me cringe ... The pain went under recognized but it had to move a solidier in disguise though a butterfly... Yes a butterfly with a combat shield in snow barren fields without much yield with fragility concealed ... but how long could it go on how long could a bandage last how long could plaster be cast with sweat and tears under the mask ... and now beneath the shell lies a frail and battered bunch of cells at the mercy at the gate this body can no longer wait - S. Rose Ashcraft

Tolerance-seeking intolerant whatever do you mean? shouting injustices  long before you even watched the scene What determination can really you make? when you're playing but a tape of assuming, bazookas firing only anger is aspiring  As they fire from the ground so you cannot hear the sound of what the other  is even saying and so there you spout "betraying!" You don't realize  that your tainted eyes will seem and speak, and negate as they chomp on fish bait and so it dangles there on the wall, in midair and the vipers attack and the vipers yell "raaaah!!" Oh it hurts my heart and brain when it's all just in vain  and this "rainbow" is really nothing but unloving acid rain ... R.W.G. @ girloutside.org

I have no shame anymore! I have no shame so, father don't bother no I have no shame anymore! I have no shame so. mother don't wonder I know who loves me know who trusts in me I have come clean now I be free and gone! If you "missed the train I'm on".... ;) R.W.G.