2 painted Dolls
I summoned them manifested them
Created them long ago from figments of the past
2 fragile painted dolls crafted from tears and laughter
Cloth glass porcelain and alabaster
Too young to analyse or even perceive
A bigger better picture than the one we had believed
Dire straits seeking shelter needing asylum
A secret escape taking sneaking stealing
A giving vacuum of a naive energy seeking a haven
To be forgotten to be forgiven
Outgrown repented prevented.
Man was ever an opportunist
I found you weak whilst I was strong
You took the things that did not belong
Two painted dolls now old and broken
Forgone forlorn now forsaken
The alabaster has cracked the paint has faded
Created from the past & now outdated
I summoned them again manifested them again,but realised that now they are backdated.
Illusion of a human
Enter your name identity title
Every illusion creates a million personas
Created to control created to console
Projecting mimicking mirroring
A man made ego to fit the cloth of your soul
Looking respectable to make life acceptable
To please the beholder
To capture the attention of the onlooker
Just another great big black hole in which to fall.
Attitude memories is our destiny pre-installed into our DNA?
A million times a million choices yet the end would always remain the same.
The girl next door
The girl next door she exists no more
Left behind in the past
A faded memoir through the looking glass
Following her dharma worried about her karma
Discovered a higher purpose
Getting by with a prayer and a smile
Star-crossed in parallels because now she is heaven blessed.
Who was the Night Stalker?
Im the devil hanging around the back doors
Watching you in silence near your fence,
Eyeing up your shoddy defence,
Im the prowler the nightmare stalker,
Lone wolf night walker,
Sliding around your patio doors
Prying on you when you walk and talk,
Ill be quietly casing up your place in the dark,
Ill be sneaking peeping peeking in,
Behind the windows and blinds,
Ill be Illegally trespassing then obsessing.
Wondering on how I can do you harm ,
Breaking in when you are in your bed.
Ill wake you up with my knife at your neck
Wake you from slumber pointing a gun to your head
Im a monster in a ski mask
A predator tying up your limbs
Ill leave you in limbo whispering threats
Cold shivers shakes and sweats
Ill be intruding imposing on you while you are in your own home
Bludgeoning abusing stealing controlling
Ill desecrate contaminate debilitate
Destroying everything that Ive left in my trail
Creating an atmosphere of repulsion and hate
Then ill be gone in the dark behind the white picket fence and gate
Living a life hidden in pretence just another cold case,
Yet I always manage to escape,
Who am I ? did you remember my face?
Im the Golden state killer, remember my name
One day ill meet my wicked fate.
This poem is dedicated to Michelle McNamara.
All poetry by mysticladyart copyrighted 16/09/2020
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