Trust from Distrust

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building trust

out of the ruins

from the walls of distrust

her history

pain, shame, betrayals

emotion-filled quarry

stolen innocence

a thousand slashes upon her soul

older kin, once thought to be a prince

brick and mortar

hiding tears, embracing chaos

dwelling in darkness with its false sense of order

kids bearing kids

societal tricks, better learn quick

construct the walls, lock the lids

each new love lost

taking chance on romance

but built on distrust; oh, what a high cost

walls grow thicker

settles for joyless marriages

walls now symbols of “no love” sticker

till new love arrives

soul-mate man with heart in hand

says, “tear down walls and love survives”

she takes a chance

willing to bare all

still blocks out the world

but naked to her love

supported by his strength

she learns to stand tall

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© JW Thomas

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Presents for pain

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Fear and shame forbade her to seek help.

She left my father for the fool

that beat her black and blue and various other hues.

The felonious ex-con, the jester junkie,

who tried to laugh away his multitude of sins –

all in the name of love: spelled l-u-s-t.

He traded presents for pain:

sick apology, a sign of insanity.

They were the same presents for pleasure:

pitiful trinkets and stolen bouquets.

He had no scratch.

He even spent her money on his addiction.

“I apologized,” he’d whine. “Now give me money for a fix,

or I teach you to be an obedient bitch.”

She suffered in silence

for the shame of leaving a gentle man

for the “bad boy” image –

the image made popular on the screen of the idiot box.

But the scripted image is not real life.

Her “bad boy” literally pissed his pants

when I informed him that castration

would be the present he received

if he ever hit my mother again… and he never did.

© JW Thomas

Billy the Kidder

[*Do you know someone who was abused or neglected?]

 

This kid named Billy road into town

Quickly became the teacher’s class clown

No one saw thru the jokes to the strife

Making us laugh with how he hates life

 

He made us laugh at his kith and kin

And told lewd jokes about saints who sin

No topics off limits – none at all

He would lift us up to watch us fall

 

Billy the Kidder – was a mystery

Until the secret came out about his history

Abused and neglected, a life filled with pain

His mother a drunk and his father insane

Billy the Kidder – he must joke or cry

He knows when he can laugh no more… it’s the day to die

Billy the Kidder – was such a funny guy

 

Billy got older but never changed

His jokes still bizarre – even deranged

He gave us a glimpse of the sewer

And it kept him booked solid on tour

 

Scandal rocked Billy’s world one day

Some say he led a young girl astray

It wasn’t true but Billy fell ill

Killing Bill’s laughter also killed Bill

 

Billy the Kidder – was a mystery

Until the secret came out about his history

Abused and neglected, a life filled with pain

His mother a drunk and his father insane

Billy the Kidder – he must joke or cry

He knows when he can laugh no more… it’s the day to die

Billy the Kidder – was such a funny guy

 

© JW Thomas