TAMING TYRANNY

She watched, in horror
As the man hit the nail
The hammer was an enemy
The best she could tell

She observed a child
Emulate his father
With a tiny thwack
He hit another man's daughter

She heard the familiar sound
Of bang, bang, bang, as she began to run
Faster, Faster, til it blast her
Into a different place of...fun

She didn't have to create
Or invent the iron fence
Her senses were sharp and quick
To come, unbidden, to her defense

She gathered tools in her box
As everyone else her age
But she was rejected and belittled
Because she was missing a sage

No one just gathers tools in a box
And decides to use them at will
They must acquire knowledge
From an expert, it's part of the deal

.....of being a human

She was a prolific gardener
Even without the proper use of tools
Which infuriated the "right" folk
Who found it easy to be dismissive and cruel

Those who watched her
Saw her build connections
That outlasted violent storms
Of rebellious insurrections

Against the love
That enveloped her splintered soul
It took decades of invested loss
But eventually, her broken, became whole

She was granted a husband
And children to raise well
She decided to eliminate
Fear from the tools she held

She never noticed her children had gain
Where she had experienced loss
She just continued to walk it out
With her heavy, burdensome cross

One day, she saw the hammer
Lying in their box of tools
She realized her "ab" use
Of not adhering to the rules

....of building love in connection
............took the hammer in hand
.....................and tamed the tyranny of the insurrection.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-17-2019


Note: Today, I have found freedom on a whole new level :)

DELINEATING DESIRE

So, I went to this place, where everyone had a familiar face
But at the moment of connection, I experienced an abrupt correction
So, I turned and walked away
Oh, they smiled and played, til I got in their way
They grimaced at my informed premise
That LOVE was welcome to stay
....in a room

I moved with a glide, to see all the people inside
A reality of familiar lies, that the majority buys
With ease and great pleasure
Every time I drew near to intently hear
Reason, no matter what growth season
I longed to know and treasure
...LOVE was pushed out of the room

But I came to the final straw, when spring arrived to thaw
Coagulated desire, that only needed a roaring fire
To rekindled my "old ways" lack
After I tried to engage, on an uncomfortable stage
I moved to privacy with covers, to lay down with my lovers
But saw a rat, and took a step back
...to see my people

From the bottom of my soul, a cry out, healed the hole
Created by half-baked lies, offered to divide
Self from acceptable practice
A bright light shone through, the space between belief and do
Revealing framed gaps, where injured chaps
Walked thin wooden lattice
....to avoid linear people

NO, logic is no friend, to those who choose to bend
Obvious truth to color and suit
The agenda of every climbing member
Don't they know that height will never make right
The lazy desire they've accept just to avoid being rejected
By the majority that will maim and dismember
....the people at the top

The fall is greater from the top...and oh, how the mighty have fallen

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-07-2019