Passed the cute old barbershop, to get to school each day.
A child of thirteen then was she, so innocent and gay.
Stopped to say hello each day, the barber named Andre.
Fantasized in every way he was her grand-padre.
A warm and sunny day in May, hooky from school,
she decided to play, and tippy toed away.
With opened arms, he begged herSTAY!
Made her laugh, made her sing, like a puppet on a string.
Felt elated, felt aglow, how she liked him so.
Sat her on his barber chair, with gobs and gobs of hair.
Twirled her round and round, then stopped the chair so fast,
she tumbled to the ground.

This funny OLD man, who looked like a clown, came so close to her.
Grabbed her face, his words a slurr, she showed surprise, his face a frown,
world stood still, nary a sound, sprang his mouth upon her lips,
pulled her blouse and made it rip.
Hands pounced up upon her chest, then plopped himself on top of her.
Terrorized, she screamed and cried, and yelled the word-MOLEST!
Thought her heart would surely break, to see this man whom she liked so,
become a rattlesnake.
Pushed and screamed, which seemed to no avail,
until she dug into his eye, her strong and healthy nail.
Snarled his teeth, bit her face and yanked her by the hair.
She shoved and jumped and crawled away from there.
Repulsion, hate, this hideous male,
who so belonged in jail.
What a nightmare, how unfair, nausea, couldn't breath the air.
Many years have now gone by,
Once upon an OLD man sly, So ugly and unjust.
Vilely stole her childish world, and replaced it with disgust...
Savanah ~Laverne

Purple Purple Purple
The turbulent aftermath
of a brutal embrace
is the nightmare...
Savanah ~Laverne

The Barbaric Nightmare

Look down the hall, and sometimes see,
Monstrously maimed man running towards me.
Nothing more ghastly, nothing more terrifying,
Mortality gone wild, visions so horrifying.
Things you see, things you hear,
Grotesquely eerie, comically queer.
Heart thumping fast, soon it will burst,
Run to my room, it becomes worse.
Gasps from somewhere, a scratch on the wall,
Attacks on the door, it's the man from the hall.
So many sounds, head starts to hurt,
Apprehensive the vigilance, oppressions exert.
Enclosed in a maze, this room,
the whole house, I with my fears,
its forlorn gray mouse.
Sit on the bed, glum of the dead,
Too much to bear, the things in my head.
Pick up a book, to occupy my imagination,
Couleur de rose, an end to tribulation.
But "he's" the in book, all distorted,
"His" face grins, send chills of cold dread.
Eyes stare at me, as they continue to LURK,
then shrieks in mock- almost berserk?
Cover myself, with all of the blankets,
Refusing to see misconstrued silhouettes.
Can't plead for help, for all this maligning,
They'd find me mad, I say I was lying.
This is not real, I say hesitating,
All will be fine, just hallucinating.

Oh, can't breath, not whatsoever,
Throat cramps up in charlie horse,
Gushes of breath thrust out with force,
Abutting my crumbling chest,
Only to be stifled in my throat,
in vicious protest, Slowly seeping out,
sizzling hot, neck immobile from one monstrous knot.
Brain traveling light years, - straight up,
Snatch at my head - make it stop!
The whistle, ear-pearcing loud,
makes me weak, With visions in hues of yellow,
the world a bizarre streak.
My body, physically abused, Covered with "his" filthy
purples, invisibly bruised.

Seek blindly for someone to touch,
Sink to the corner, my pitiful hutch.
Terrorized, grasp for a hand,
Someone,
anyone,
please
understand!
Nobody does...
Nobody does...
Pray on hands and knees, change me if you can
-Please!
My voice becomes weaker, mind in a juggle,
Don't stand a chance, won't even struggle.
Attacks ever more violent from "his" inhumanity,
A whisper of denial as "he" accuses-Insanity!
"His" tongue lashing lust, this vile, crazy-Monster.
A grimace on "his" hideous face, while opening the door,
Screaming, lecturing of things I'm to abhor,
Of things that are normal, while stomping the floor,
As if I were a grown-up of twenty four.
Torture!
Can't endure much more.
My soul inside dying, "he" cares not that I weep and grieve,
This monster of my life,
this-Thief!

Slowly "he" sculpts me, deliberately in mock,
Weep I won't for blood will drop.

Suddenly it's
daybreak,
and I awake, from THE nightmare,
that comes in the dark to stare.
Reflections come back, mercifully mild,
of when I was a child,
of before a tear streaked face, was held
in that brutal embrace.
Press my face against the window pane,
and remembering times when I new nothing of pain.
these are times, cherished in vain,
these are reflections
that keep me sane.
Savanah ~Laverne

Come closer,
clever thespian.

Breathe...
Touch...
Caress...
Savor...
the imprisoned
Seething...
Burning...
flames...
of hatred...
which dwell
Softly...
Gently...
like
a
delicate...
soothing...
whispering
chill
within
the
depth of
me...
like
an
embryo
in
oblivion,
Containing...
Harboring...
Sheltering...
a deadly
hideous
demon...

Come closer,
clever thespian,
Bathe...
Nurture...
Reap...
Wallow...
in the juices
of
my
hate
which
dribble
uncontrollably...
unbecomingly...
undyingly...
from
my
lips...
like
an animal,
ready
to devour
its
Repugnant...
Loathsome...
and
Damnable...
prey.

Savanah ~Laverne


The Barbaric Past, Present and Forever

You're dead now-Monster,
Why'd you go and die yourself on me?
Why'd you go to Hell?
I had so much to tell.

Wish you were alive - Still.
For even though your dead,
You left behind in - Me,
In my nostrils,
The lingering stench of
-You.

Your purple slime,
still oozes from within me,
Your nasty breath,
Your ugly mouth,
With serpent's deadly tongue,
Deep within the abyss of your mouth,
Still lashes venom, upon
my poor body.

Oh-Monster, why'd you go and die yourself on me?
Why'd you go to hell?
I Had so much to tell, about this delicious hatred
I feel for
you.
So overwhelming, that I'll forfeit going to heaven,
For going to hell, because I know,
That's where you are
Monster.

You're my my past,
you're my present,
you're my future,
Yes,
and I'll follow you
ANY
where,
because I know you're there, in hell,
And I have so much to tell...

Savanah ~Laverne

Revenge
is an irrevocable invasion
of supernal,
diabolic demand,
segregated,
quarantined,
until
justice
is fulfilled,
and only then
will
the imprisoned
dimensions
of
love
defuse...

The day I stop hating you,
is the day that I will die.
Savanah ~Laverne
©

Death of a Playgirl

I use hate as a weapon
to defend myself;
had I been strong,
I would never have needed
that kind of weapon.
- Kahlil Gibran

The Day I Traveled Through Death

Destiny
Man possesses a destiny
Which impels his thoughts and
Actions and words, and that not
Sufficing, directs his footsteps to
A place of unwilling abode.
- Kahlil Gibran


Once Upon a December

Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory

Ah...

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart
Used to know

Things it yearns to remember
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December

Hear this song and remember...

Soon you'll be home with me
once upon a December
Music and Lyrics by
Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty


Pain is an unseen and powerful hand
that breaks the skin of the stone
in order to extract the pulp.
Kahlil Gibran

Sanity
Eagles never display wonder,
Or say, 'Tis marvel of the age."
For in nature we the children
Only hold the sane as strange.
Kahlil Gibran

"Hell is truth seen too late"
Adam

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