Bestowed Upon Me

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You stood on the other side

Tucked behind your shadow

I was wicked

For you, for me, for life

Decrepit deceit runs

Long in my blood

Bestowed upon me

As the child of a demon

Bestowed upon me

As a soul of the damned

Where was my light, my splendor, my wonder

You reached out, dared to touch me

We stared and smiled

Silent and begging

Hopeless and wanting

We wanted to pull away

Instead, we burned

Turned to ashes

Together

We started anew

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/bestow/

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Flame

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Luminescent flame; nightly deranged

Sequel in my skin

Where do I begin?

My eyes pierce the glow; heaven unfolds

And just like that

My dreams are here

Like water in the wheel

The vibration consumes me; damp earth, infectious

No one could feel the sting; save for my luminescent heart

That’s just how it goes sometimes…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/luminescent/

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Saintly Sinner

 

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Saintly.

We use that term when we speak of good deed doers, animal rescuers and people who keep their cool in Wal-Mart. But what about the saintly sinner? You know, humans that want to beat the ever living shit out of that asshole in Wal-Mart or impale the driver doing 35 in a 55 (this happened to me on my way to work today). Then maybe played the scenario out in vivid detail, and thought, “Is this jerk really worth ten years in prison with a seven-foot cellmate named Tiny?”

Saintly sinners are people just like you and me. They are not good deed doers per say, but they aren’t rotten bastards either. Saintly sinners are average people who go about their day not necessarily keeping tabs of all the good and bad shit they have done, but know that being a decent human – or at least trying like hell – can be a full-time job all its own in this day and age.

Saintly sinners are anti-heroes.

You know, those ten-dimensional characters like John McClaine in Die Hard or Snake Plissken in Escape From New York. Sure they’re mouthy, dirty bad boys who ventured onto the left-hand path, but we love them despite their sinner ways; they’re our angels of redemption.

On the flip side of that, some people pretend to be saintly but are really demon spawn at a sickening level. The technical term for that person is the sociopathic narcissist, and though I have dealt with one version or the other in my life, the evilest combination of the two was my ex-mother-in-law. She would gorge herself on the pain of others. Some people call them emotional vampires, others call them toxic, but I just wound up calling her a crazy b***h. The woman wasn’t happy unless she was witnessing/talking about/causing someone’s pain.

I won’t go into it because she isn’t worth the weight of her memory, but she is included in my memoir. Sometimes we need to speak the devil’s name so we can put her in her proper place.

Saintly is the way

The sinners love to sleep

They gorge on your demons

With gentle little dreams

Their thoughts heavily fasten

To all that’s good and true

Then rip it from your soul

Like gorging sinners do

So wrap your dreams up tight

In a silky woven ball

Wash them in starlight

And let them gently fall

via Daily Prompt: Saintly

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gorge/

*I had the wrong prompt. This post may be a lame attempt at recovery, but I had to give it a shot!

The Dubious One

 

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Dubious

A great way

My state of mind

Holes and hills decay

Travel down the line

Dubious

A system of splendor

Doubtful

A state of surrender

Question the answers

That sway

In the cobwebs of sanity

Forlorn

As I stretch the zenith

Dubious

No more

Dubious

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dubious/