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he enters
her room
walks to the bed
crawls in with her
strokes her hair
asks her to rub
his magic lamp
says the genie
will come
making her
wishes
come true
the genie
always comes
but never grants
her wishes
for daddy
still enters
her room
her room
walks to the bed
crawls in with her
strokes her hair
asks her to rub
his magic lamp
says the genie
will come
making her
wishes
come true
the genie
always comes
but never grants
her wishes
for daddy
still enters
her room
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Oh my god... I had a fear this was going in that direction, but somehow it still caught me by surprise.
I have similar offerings, but opt not to share them because I, like so many others, wish I could just look away and have this sort of problem disappear.
I'm dispicable for that. And you're commendable for rubbing my nose in it.
When that song plays
On the radio
I try to forget you
But you're there to remind me
To tell me not to tell
To put me through this hell
And these moments
They just replay
And replay
And replay
And replay
And you'll pay
And oh how you will pay
Someday
~~~
Daddy Dear
January 14, 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
Glad you broke the silence---no reason we shouldn't let ALL of our feelings out on issues such as this. Silence doesn't make it go away.
The moment they are born
We set ourselves to vigilant watches
O'er mangers where innocence lay
Yet unborn
Where innocence lay sleeping
like a mercenary
with no conscience.
Speak as they might
The current themes of the day
Touting sex and divastarfire at five
We hold
We chuckle,
"Absolutely Miss Princess,
Miss Divastarfire,
Back to bed.
Here's your teddy bear
And your Hello Kitty flashlight...
Come on, off you go."
And turn and let the furrow
Command our brow
As our eyes scan the horizon
For the filthy rotten fuck
Who'd dare set an eye
On our hope
Hi lifeisworth! I could see the mom giving her little girl a loving pat as she sent her darling off to bed and then I could see her looking out into the deep dark night, furrowed brow, arms crossed, pursed lips, searching for demons.
i'm da mominator
Well then, she's a lucky little girl!!
And you have definately got your work cut out for you, mominator.
we'll be fine