Purple, blue and green
Bruises not dreams
You barely see
Call the police
Causing you pain
Your black blood stains
You’ve seen his gun
Call nine one one
You love him still
One day he’ll kill
Son got the gun
Shot dad for fun
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Michael's Lair 
dark humor.
well done.
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Thanks!
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Shot dad for fun?
Not because dad was making son black, blue and green and because son knew dad had it in him to kill?
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The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Mom was the colorful person.
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Black humor. Hope it was a white lie, colourfol poem though.
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Colorless lie that could be dying to happen at anytime.
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Unfortunately, too true…
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Breaking the cycle is so vital.
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maybe its because i work in this environment that i dont see the humor that others are seeing…because in my world this is reality…and you captured it viciously…so i am going to bet it was not meant as humor…
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No humor intended.
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So important to break the chain….
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That’s why when we suspect we need to report the abuse.
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UTTERLY CHILLING.
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Like Claudia points out,”sad reality”.
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oh my goodness…in some places sad reality…well captured..
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Thank you Claudia.
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Dark mediation on life
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Words sometimes have to punch themselves out into the open.
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It’s dark in here!
BANG..
Did someone fire a shot? My head’s spinning. I hope I am not yet spotted!
I’m scared already..
Many Hugs xox
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It’d amazing how world events somehow creep into poetry.
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Profound melodic darkness…I do imagine the only way to discuss such matters. Wonderful write ~ Rose
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go read pattiken.wordpress.com for a different variation of the same theme. But thanks for saying so rose.
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Looks like we both had abusive families on our minds this week. Your ending is much worse than mine, but sadly, it happens .
Thank you so much for your comment on my offering. You made my day. Heck, you made my week and month too. 😉
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PattiKen, yours really took top honors. You danced like a butterfly and stung like a bee, where I went right for the groin. Yours was much more classier! smiles..
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Tragic tale. You tell a story that touches generations, unfortunately.
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If you suspect something like this is going on in your hood, you have a moral and legal obligation to turn them into the authorities. Let them sort it out.
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Wow! Dark yet an alluring piece of work.Just wow!
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed the work.
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Reblogged this on Michael's Lair and commented:
Continuance Revisited
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