Offensive attack.
A protective mechanism,
for a bruised ego.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Lash Out
Self Sacrifice
Entangled by an alluring dance,
oblivious to its mute romance.
Entrapped and captured, soon seduced,
by knots so tight, they can’t come loose.
I toss and turn, try hard to sway,
the more I move, the more I stay.
My helpless heart stands still in place,
gives into loss, no will to chase.
But sacrifice is not my name,
refuse to play these worthless games.
Calm all my nerves, search through my mind,
tasting the hope that I soon find.
Open my eyes and come to see,
my captor has always been me.
The ego side, afraid to live,
realizing this, makes all knots give.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Olive Branch
Negative outlooks
gather to invade the mind,
find an olive branch.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Pick
A sunny window
shows birds flying free,
peace filling the air
joys swim in the breeze.
A darkened shadow
obstructing all views,
dragging a thick chain
as the panic grew.
The calming warm wind
sound jingling chimes,
euphoric wishes,
travel far through time.
The loudest dog bark
is distantly heard,
screams freeze deep inside,
spoken words are slurred.
Icy cold water,
a semi-parched throat.
Champagne everywhere,
glass up for a toast.
Consumed bitterness,
scratch thirsty dry throat.
Envisioning drinks,
finding a dry moat.
Nostrils sniff streams
of flowered perfumes.
An increasing scent,
as new ones just bloom.
Inhaling skunk musk,
lingered in the air.
Throwing both arms up,
while screaming, unfair!
Graze the reflection,
a sandpaper scrape.
No place left to run,
or hopes for escape.
A caressing touch
with the mildest hue,
breaks negative up,
showing what is true.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
.
Jupiter
A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black.
A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.
Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.
Paint yourself bright, nice, and sunny,
with veins that flow such sweet honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money.
Inner pity makes you so cruel,
taught by elders how to bend rules,
feed deep hunger, ignite your fuel,
attempts to feel like a rare jewel.
Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
reverts right back to where you stand.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Confined
If paddling a boat through the darkest tar,
the tar ensures you will not get too far.
Too far to picture a path towards light,
as light will grasp on, resolving all fights.
Fights no longer yours, yet you did not let go,
let go of the knots that keep you from control.
Controlling steep steps you have chosen to take,
taking what is real, removing the fake.
The fake can be scanned with a fine toothed comb,
combing through tough knots, while clearing wide roads.
Wide roads show views seen indefinitely,
indefinite scenes, lived infinitely.
Infinite tug of wars between good and bad,
bad thoughts quickly fade, hearing as you command.
Command with your eyes as they disclose all truths,
truth unmasking ego, exposing true you.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy