Odious Beast

It's not a pretty world

When your view is obstructed.

With harmful and hate-filled

Odious beasts.

Venomous cretins.

Avaricious, and callous 

And steely and cold.

The power they crave

Wrested in those they devour.

With fear feeding their engines.

Ingrained year on year.

Stripping away one more layer.

Another level of cheer.

And the beauty of the sky,

And of snowflakes, of tigers,

And of bees

Drifts further from view.

But thank god they're still there.

S. Camplin

A catharsis.  Ink

Making shapes that cap-

ture heaven and hell.

You.  You meant something 

To me.  Now just bittersweet 

memories, to keep.

Tit for Tat

I have no truck

With those who want to fuck

With my mind

And keep me reeling.

I'm taking respite.

From all of the spite.

The tit for tat.

You ain't all that.

Keep on wearing your crown

In the new town.

Coz I'm the queen now.

And I feel just fine.

S. Camplin

The Shallow End

Maybe I could cultivate a way

So I would only play

In the shallow end.

Being open only to the softest ripples.

Guaranteed a smoother ride.

Part dead inside.

Numbness colliding, 

Alongside.

Less wild.

Mild and flat.

The middle ground. 

No. I've already subscribed

To the higher ground.

Survived a tidal wave.

Braving it out.

Alive.

S. Camplin