A Near Car Park
A open car park
dive in and align
Suddenly realising that
out of fifty parks,
Six cars
Have nestled themselves by
each other,
The rest of
white tooth gaps on tarmac
Vacant,
our cars are friends
establishing relationships,
happily jostling car doors
sharing dents and dirt.
We so
follow each other,
queues of togetherness;
boasting pairs in
line for Terror theme park ride,
waiting to see if you are
standing on toes
tall enough to enter,
sitting in rows of seats
hardly choosing the first
three rows, especially
favouring back rows,
And if someone tries too
Jump the queue,
break the silence,
We can be programmed
to stand on a bell
and not even know why.
And life
being the way it is,
“we like sheep gone astray”
pops into my head…
Silent without thinking
gliding into carparks,
in shameful past
many mute, stunned
walked into gas chambers
died together
gassed in prison boxes
creeping from advertisement noise,
avalanches of media
images of sexual freedom
silent epidemics of porn
on computers,
penetrating thoughts of
it is about me, what I take
is OK, cousin sex play,
child play, drunk power,
and raw shame wraps
throats into more silence,
and no one talks with
61% of teens learning
about sex from the Internet.
No wonder
we suffer
whirlpools of inaccuracy, indifference
incest, ingrained secrecy,
stored death,
Creeping electron feet
Assault and battery
screens in our houses,
Strangers we've
never seen, met, known
invited to your home,
How, in the cesspool,
can we swim
without swallowing?
Sleeper Awake!
We can only
turn to the one
who is living water,
Changing the landscape
of our lives,
Who loves deep, cleanses deep,
Forgives deep, changes deep,
reveals and sets free.
Poem Tags
#pornography #love #speakout #bedifferent #following
Prompt
Sexual abuse, pornography, shame and pain.
dive in and align
Suddenly realising that
out of fifty parks,
Six cars
Have nestled themselves by
each other,
The rest of
white tooth gaps on tarmac
Vacant,
our cars are friends
establishing relationships,
happily jostling car doors
sharing dents and dirt.
We so
follow each other,
queues of togetherness;
boasting pairs in
line for Terror theme park ride,
waiting to see if you are
standing on toes
tall enough to enter,
sitting in rows of seats
hardly choosing the first
three rows, especially
favouring back rows,
And if someone tries too
Jump the queue,
break the silence,
We can be programmed
to stand on a bell
and not even know why.
And life
being the way it is,
“we like sheep gone astray”
pops into my head…
Silent without thinking
gliding into carparks,
in shameful past
many mute, stunned
walked into gas chambers
died together
gassed in prison boxes
creeping from advertisement noise,
avalanches of media
images of sexual freedom
silent epidemics of porn
on computers,
penetrating thoughts of
it is about me, what I take
is OK, cousin sex play,
child play, drunk power,
and raw shame wraps
throats into more silence,
and no one talks with
61% of teens learning
about sex from the Internet.
No wonder
we suffer
whirlpools of inaccuracy, indifference
incest, ingrained secrecy,
stored death,
Creeping electron feet
Assault and battery
screens in our houses,
Strangers we've
never seen, met, known
invited to your home,
How, in the cesspool,
can we swim
without swallowing?
Sleeper Awake!
We can only
turn to the one
who is living water,
Changing the landscape
of our lives,
Who loves deep, cleanses deep,
Forgives deep, changes deep,
reveals and sets free.
Poem Tags
#pornography #love #speakout #bedifferent #following
Prompt
Sexual abuse, pornography, shame and pain.
