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The Start Over.
The Start Over.
The sky is calm, while the fruitless trees extend their arms.
Trying to pick up the fallen acorns that have drifted afar,
past the horses barn- my child plays with careless thoughts.
Ignoring the memory of 100 days of loss & distraught.
Our new life consists of forgetting the old consistency,
as our vivid past lies beneath the sea. Distinctly
tucked between a forgotten coral, and a poisoness pearl.
I pray for my little girl, it stays there, and untill ..
she grasps the will herself, the nightmares will continue.
To pull through would only please me, & provide a clue
. .to longer lasting recovery.
The memories we try to forget...
..have impeeded us long enough.
My family dragged through the tedious rough-
terrain. Of anguish & pain, & still it isn't enough.
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Why?
I was inducted into a jury for the murder of a woman,
who was raped, battered and killed- then cremated in the oven.
A clear case, in any place, would be a crime of passion.
& I guess if she never strayed, it wouldn't have ever happened!
But that wasn't my place to say, & we convicted
Dwayne Grayson to life in prison, just as predicted.
His eyes burnt into mine as the verdict was read aloud,
with his family just as intent, among a violent crowd.
Jutice had been served with the clench of the Law's fist,
somehow in the back of my mind, I knew it wasn't finished.
Just three days. . .
after the trial, a vile & vengefull threat was sent
to my close/distant family- & many to my friends.
They said it all depended, whether my family was worth. .
enough to THEM, to live. & outside layered in the dirt
was the remains of our family dog. Beheaded-
and aside the tulips where the roses were embeded.
So after recent events, we endured police custody,
immunised from threat.Damn sure, if this was upto me-
we would have moved sooner than facilities instructed.
And on the night of removal. .
. .my son and wife had been abducted.
A month later. .
we still hadn't heard no hind, nor hair.
To my suprise in the porch, a video tape was lay there.
While my daughter was at her grandma's, I put the tape..
in. To be confronted for starters- my wife being raped.
This wasn't a hostage video, nor a money making scheme,
Or a nightmare transfixed into a dream.
As for what was seen,detectives call it,
"Beyond the run of the mill".
I watched for 2 hours as my wife and son were killed.
I won't divulge the details, as the past is the past.
The whole juries family's were affected,
and I guess mine was the last.
Even after imprisonment, an evil spirit had influence,
upon vulnerable-minded people, that didn't know the difference.
Between rights & no rights to life, seems simple to me.
Now the Start Over has commenced,
with only the last member of my family.
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nice drop...good storytelling peice...at first i wasn't to sure where you were going with it then the picture became clear once i got into it...you had some good use of vocab and some nice multis in there...structure was pretty good as was the flow...i did think it fell off in a few spots though because a few lines seemed a little forced...content was also good...keep up the good work and keep dropping...
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Whoa shit man, this was great and slept on like a mother fucker (Sorry my reply was so late, I'm laaaazy as a shit lately)
Damn though I really liked this piece of writing...the start was nicely directed into conveying the topic and I like how you described how and what happened that forced this new beginning...those stanza's were nice. And it didn't seem like your writing became less creative towards the end, with that rather more saddened stanza. It was a great ending to the piece.
Nice stuff man, liked it :)
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You Need To Start Over You Ass Licker That Was Jlo Booty Ass Clown! You Go Girlfriend, Curtains!
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that shit was great man liked everything especially you use of words
