A Good Man?
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Saw the face of a man
A family man
A good man
Friends, family and neighbours would say
Always a smile
Always a pleasant hello
Always at church on Sunday
A pillar of the community
He's clean cut
Has a good job
A fine car
A nice home
A lovely wife
And a hauntingly beautiful daughter
Oh yes, a pretty little lady is she
Daddy's little princess
And on Tuesday nights
When Mommy does her duty with the PTA
Daddy shows his little princess just how much he loves her
And insists that she show her love in return
Daddy loves to see his pretty princess cry
The salt of her tears upon her pillow
Just as his salt upon her tender belly
The stuff his sick wet dreams are made of
He shows his love, every inch
She is numbed by his love
She is robbed by his love
She is violated by his love
She is ripped by his love
She is hardened by his love
She is hated by his love
Her innocence lost
Her love warped, distorted, stolen
Her body a shell
Her mind battered, torn, broken
Her skin dirty and not her own
Her insides trying to jump out
But her Daddy is a good man
A pillar of the community
And Mommy doesn't want to believe her
A family man
A good man
Friends, family and neighbours would say
Always a smile
Always a pleasant hello
Always at church on Sunday
A pillar of the community
He's clean cut
Has a good job
A fine car
A nice home
A lovely wife
And a hauntingly beautiful daughter
Oh yes, a pretty little lady is she
Daddy's little princess
And on Tuesday nights
When Mommy does her duty with the PTA
Daddy shows his little princess just how much he loves her
And insists that she show her love in return
Daddy loves to see his pretty princess cry
The salt of her tears upon her pillow
Just as his salt upon her tender belly
The stuff his sick wet dreams are made of
He shows his love, every inch
She is numbed by his love
She is robbed by his love
She is violated by his love
She is ripped by his love
She is hardened by his love
She is hated by his love
Her innocence lost
Her love warped, distorted, stolen
Her body a shell
Her mind battered, torn, broken
Her skin dirty and not her own
Her insides trying to jump out
But her Daddy is a good man
A pillar of the community
And Mommy doesn't want to believe her
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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One that had a chance to win
I wish I was a Republican
But would I be a human being?
--from 'Wishlist,' 7/6/03, Philadelphia
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the wife of that man
a man so dark and so light at the same time
and it's the dark you don't know
save the dark in the mirror
that tells you lakes are safer than oceans
on windless days
the wind comes and goes
welcome the haze
ef? - Very good question!
tracingdaisies - Thank you! This is not a story of my own experience but I know a few who have been through similar experiences. :(
Yellow - I'm afraid I do not want to imagine being the wife of this type of man? (we'll call him a "man" for arguments sake!) That'd be like imagining a slow, painful, torturous death!!!!!!!!!!
bleeding where he once was sleepin'
i'd be writing checks all over town
i'll take the rest to pm's
That was good.(is 'nt really what I could tell you.)
(It is'nt really, what you would want to hear.)
*very impressive.
Poor gal! :( Let's hope she's doing well, wherever she may be!
Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me
it's written well and with good intentions but it provocated disgust in me and despite knowing that that was the aim i am still horrified by it
as soon as i read "hauntingly beautiful" i knew exactly where it was going and found it hard to read from there on
but if you judge a poem by the reaction of a reader then this is a good poem
sorry, i'm rambling. what i'm trying to say is that its a fantastic poem but a bit too blatent for me, but then again blatent writing suits the topic
Thanks for the read, mulac!
I understand where you're coming from and yes, it was meant to elict strong emotion. It's a subject that makes a lot of people uncomfortable and therefore, oft times and unfortunately, turn a blind eye.
And I don't mind the rambling! Feel free to ramble on any time, my friend!
~~~
Daddy Dear
January 13, 2003
Where
has the breath
gone
?
it feeds the screams
powers the fists
explodes in cursing
and blouse tearing
chases up the steps
bottle to his lips
hand to that ass
the hate
the power
boiling out his eyeballs
when Mommy's not around
aerobic cowardice
horrific manliness
it pulls the blinds
so strong
so pure
it breaks the bones
the will the soul
metabolizes fear
into pleasure
love
into
nightmares
turns red the blood
on the sheets
thrusts the sobs
whispers lies
his little pet
scoundrel dog
yelping dirty bitch
She takes it
in
again;
daddy's big secret
Where
has her breath
gone
under his thick
black shadow
?
She holds it
swipe to swipe
night to night
She holds it
until
it's all
over
until She can sleep
again
lol
i'll remember to not come on the board at 3 in the morning after a night out again
but last night this poem really made me think
in conclusion, great poem BE
mulac - Big thanks, much appreciated!
this is one of the many reasons why kids are adults so early these days. And why parents are so scared of their children anymore, these hulking monsters of raving indecision and unknowing naivetee. innocence may be shattered and lessons may be learned but at such velocity as to lock the child deep within the adult mind, rammed and crammed and stuffed into the mental box, never to come out and play except at the most intensely emotional moments where it is the mature adult that is supposed to take command.
and at that point the child, blinded by the sunlight and the anger, will inflict pain upon all who stand near in an uncontrollable explosion of caustic acid and vitriol.
we are all to blame. This community of mind-your-own-fucking-business and not-in-my-backyard. We MUST put our privacy ahead of all else. we don't want to know you we don't HAVE to know you and well I heard the rumour and isn't that too fucking bad and its just HORRIBLE we'll say and SOMEbody should do something about that but not me oh no sir not me because that might imply that I'm a narc a nosy bitch a homewrecker but isn't it a shame and gosh while people are whispering about the possibilities another child dies under the throbbing gun while alone without the bodyguard of daylight and other people another child gets stolen off the sidewalk because mommy wanted to sleep in and not drive her to school another child gets torn apart on the playground because the other children can't resolve their own internal issues and need empowerment and can only empower themselves as mirrors of those who brought them up and those social disorders they learned from jerry springer and oh isn't it that funny joke about fathers day in the ghetto ha ha all the kids come out with presents but they're not entirely sure who their fathers really are ha ha but isn't it strange how that joke gets reversed in modern sick suburbia where each and every birthday the parents retreat further and further within themselves as they realize that they have no idea who their children are or who they are becoming and it COULDN'T be THEIR fault oh NO children have minds of their own unless they are being told what to do and didn't we do our very best and daddy says I tried my best on thursday you can bet your ass on it as a matter of fact so did our little girl and they go cry together in little groups of PTA and PTO and wonder where the world is coming to when the kids just don't respect their parents anymore and wouldn't THEIR parents have torn them a new one for doing THIS and doing THAT and all of a sudden GASP of all GASPS two children now adults walk in to murderdeathkill their peers and associates and friends and better their enemies of which they had so many and the parents sit back SHOCKED in utter disbelief how this could have happened in a town so "preppy and perfect" so dripping with intolerance and social decay at the youth level as status runs it all and underneath the ones who were dying inside whose parents had turned them out or destroyed them by raping their minds and their bodies and whose peers ostracized to the degree that allowed them to consider solitude as the only existence yes underneath it all they silently cheer as the first strike in the war against those who commanded pain and commandeered their lives goes successful and they all shall pay one day as they grow in the hate and the dark and given that they might survive their own self effacing and self defacing habits and rituals the nails the razors the knives the flame the match the fire the absinthe on saturday nights the forgotten laudenum the meth the x the blue the heroin and to be a heroine it takes the shining eyes as one by one they throw themselves in front of lifes train wreck or off the highly flown bridge and their parents swear what a good boy what a bright girl what an extraordinary child of innocence they were and how its just impossible to understand and how they gape at this town so preppy and perfect as it sweeps the deaths under the rug and the rapes never existed and the father so heavily into the church and so obviously a devout man so obviously IN TO his children in fact into them as much as he can muster finally gets caught and how quickly the church denies his existence and his religious faith because no man under god would ever do such deeds. No parent in good faith would ever harm their children. And the experts toil expertly in their offices far removed from the pain the situation the locale and proclaim ritalin and thorazine are the answers that therapy is the key how can therapy be a key when the child has locked their doors and the combination is far far far from simple enough for some mindfucker to come in and undo and they are proclaimed antisocial sociopathic ADD ADHD and again the parents say well thank GOD it wasn't us it was a chemical imbalance and these drugs well thank GOD for modern western medicine and thank GOD this is all it takes to make our children behave and become human again here's your 100 to 400 dollars an hour thank you for saving our family o doctor of mental sciences sir thank you no wonder you are an expert in your field and no wonder the child told you exactly what you wanted to hear and no wonder we can now sleep less fitfully under the guilty moon because our child is finally sedated and controllable and fit for social consumption. Death of vitality notwithstanding. God forbid they be vital ha ha wink wink did you say we had dinner at eight oh shit well we have to run pay the babysitter on the way out dear.
We are all to blame in our complacency and our fervency to prove. Our children are merely a part of our damage path, these tornadoes we've become.
I am not a religious man but I pray daily that i have learned from my parents mistakes and other parents mistakes and i know that I will make more than my share regardless of what i pray for and what i hope for but i will make damn sure that my children have opened eyes and can fight for their own freedom with the knowledge that they have a daddy who will back them up and be there when the freedom seems so jailed. I pray daily that we will learn from ourselves and that we watch our children with pride and with concern and with availability and that we will have the guts to put a stop to something when we see it. because the train is coming fast for those tied to the tracks and while those fucking bars and red lights mean we can't drive across it doesn't mean we can't get the hell out of the damn car, sprint over to the track under the bars and past the flashing red glare, and break out the goddam buckknife and do some fucking cutting. And if we die trying to save one so be it. If the train comes along and bears us under as well so be it. Better to have tried than to have watched the mess impassively while protected behind walls of glass and metal and of fiberglass.
life ain't no movie.
FUCK "Survivor."
assholes.
seta
You ARE amazing, seta!
Thank you for your insightful, emotional response, very touching! And thank you for keeping those lovely eyes wide open!
Love You, my friend!
what seta said
Thank ya, my lovely, Yella!