Tears of Iron

If you seen what I seen you wouldn’t say a damn thing

Mercy cold as a whip in the night

Laughter’s cruel hand harnassed with insipid candor

Looking long the owl screeched “no” “no” “no don’t”

Fear trampled horrendously as the Tears of Iron flowed with molten useless hate

Sadness looked at her and her and said let it not be

What is a tear when the light flowed with evil and loath

Looking within a scream raged with terror and knowing if I could I would

Make me Make me Make me Make me with loud bellows to widen the red sea

My soul cried for me O Jehovah before I lose a thought of reason for the tears are not soft and the remorse is none

Thunder rained in my mind I am I am I am for right is mine mine mine

Christ stood before me and wiped a tear that was hard as the Will of God

Stop and see he said and I looked and my eyes and heart filled with a rage of accusation and a howling scream of who and why!

Looking at my vulnerability I scoffed and despised the failure for my love and bird I could not save for a tear of iron is not a justice that I could weld but a morrow the world will sea the infidel who wounded us all

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Felicia McCaw

Spider in the Corner

As the thought progressed to measure and turn

A spider in the corner looked with special care a situation of hurt, amusement and ridicule spin a web so sweet

Mine said the spider will look, wonder and see the effort of a seduction that introduced the acts of disrepute, degradation and shame

Imagine a trick of unrefined, common and jokery that befell themselves for the fool became the innocent and the glass beads became a measure of generous that reflected a thief of confirmed

Looking on with a locanic eye the spider said "no" and howled with wolfish delight who comes himself but the would be King

Who be the Master & King but the common of the common and true undemocratic mob of a so-called educators dream who said a touché far too soon

Knit, Knit the spider continues as the many are revealed for this plot becomes a complicated spiral of intrigue and adventuresome mystery a thrill with a shock of killing screaming louder and louder

Callous is wing of play for a righteous is never a player in this game of silence, betrayal, secrecy, lies and intoxicants of death

Continuing to peep, watch the spider in the corner said I have a question with zealous, reeling amusement!

Who can laugh now screamed the spider with vicious cold thought for you made me betray someone soft unable to fight the cold meanness that you have wrought with your butchering cruelty?

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Felicia McCaw 

In the Eye of a Dream

A dream is what becomes a thought of refined surreal

Equations to a thought of fluidity it becomes a measure of possibility and ability that changes forth with hungry might 

A mockery becomes the trumpet as it played its song of denial for the bigot thrust his way to say I am

Questions marched from shore to shore who can have no dream but a group of those whose eyes hold hate of all but settle for the One

Creative as one for the many the thoughts reel of a start of known and unknown as the thief marches step by step with the Dream to destroy a one, race and nation

Crafty eyes look a weary as the weights are shifted to the common and fluidity of laughter is walking and talking as the fools look beyond and find a true revulsion as the image changes and looks peer in correct thought

The finale is a dream a falsity or culing of a fool

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Felicia McCaw

Lullabye Lane

Tickle, Tickle the eyes cannot believe 

Frosting on the cake is indeed the sweet melody that defies the eye

Snap goes a thought that infuriates the senses of a granted created marvel

Sneaking through the night is a horror of the sight

Granted indeed is a moronic thought that they cannot perceive that life is indeed a changeling in a phase of kaledeiscopes

Swish, swish the move is amazing of the creation of all who felled and struggled upright with God’s dignity

We appear we appear as specter of oppression with stolen thoughts that betray the incredulity of twine, twine for we fret not or care not

Sad is the law for it becomes a remorseful galiant who looks at manipulated action of click click click

Crazed is the performance of a well rehearsed skit that betrays the danger of a mocking sad fool who broke the back and became a clue

Witless is the prattle that played a traverse of special lunacy that stalled and called Lullabye Lane to cry and plead for mercy and charity

Look at the sphere who thinks that a fool of spot continues to rave a zoo that won’t let him in

Torment, Torment this peg who fits a square of circle for 360° has occurred and laughed with mighty wit that released a mocking of the world from Lullabye Lane

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Felicia McCaw  

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Felicia McCaw

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Look to the left and right!

Ain't no Shit Tonight!

Not!

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Felicia McCaw

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