Son's Raining Bullets

Needing a gentle hand
He got the back
Caring and guiding
There was a lack
Growing up
He felt alone
Tears hardened to bullets
His heart
A hidden stone

Words became his tool
To dispense
He bullied the world
Beneath eyes turned cruel

Becoming a man
He could redirect
Recreate
He won't
He carries
Ammunition for hate
To reach him could be
Too late

He may never have peace
And for society and family
Violence...Shame...Heartbreak

author: Paulette Elozia Beaudin Rivait

Frozen Desire

I need his eyes
I need his hands
I need a warm body
His heart
To melt me
Into a hot flood of lust and love

His eyes didn't receive
His hands like ice
Unmoved
His heart only beats

The hammering
Leaves me cold

A Mirror Athlete

A real man?
Please
As if you're not big enough
As if you're not mean enough
Decorating yourself
Vacuous eyes in your mirror
Your brain
A hulk attached to a stem

I need this mass to fight warriors
Hold back the horses
Straddle Aphrodite, Goddess of Passion
She wants these thighs
this hard belly
these bulging biceps
these bruising lips

As if you can win her?
As if you can keep her?
You'd spread your bulk over her
Is that the only way you know?

Divas

Those famous women of wiles

In the spotlight

Showcasing overdeveloped smiles

We envy the ease

Oblivious to the delusions

Behind the plastic face freeze

A showy semblance of living

 Where time does field 

The sagging and decomposing 

Youthful yield

Beyond injected feed

Self-absorbed, they grab the passport

Into the town of greed 

Instinct

Naturally, as foliage weaves
Instinct is woven into us
Not touchable
Not seen
Primeval in its wisdom

Picture a Sentimental Lady

That photo
I looked happy
But the picture
 is not an x-ray of emotions
It merely shows a laughing face
sharing moments with her children
Under a pinkish, bluish sunny sky
The dark rose coloured glasses
 A shield

A picture doesn't lie?
It hid the weight
Of a malevolent marriage
Nearing its frightening end

Years later
I stared at it
Mentally peeling the photos layers
Remembering the woman
Who'd learned to conceal
The truth of emotions
She did feel

COLD ROOMS

The table separates us
Unsympathetic raging
Pushes around me
And comes within reach
I move away
Again and again

Finally, you take it with you
Down the dark hall

I watch you walk the barrenness of
Ashen carpet
Stark and cold
Stained with bad blood
I don't want to know where you go
Because you don't care
Where I am

What should have been
Walls of love
Are enclosures suffocating me