This poem is a sonata
…a piece of instrumental music having three or four movements…dancing devils
Of a Pygmalion potata
…a tragedy played out in circular cycles

This poem is a sonata
A Pygmalion potata
It is about violation and loss
And being forever kept on the cross
It is about past tragedies evolution
into a present day persecution

I reach my hand out to you
I want to save you, to give you rescue
But I can’t bridge the chasm I and they have created
For one reason or another we have been separated
I need you, I am sick, for they have abused me
You are the baby, and my brother, sweet baby
But I can’t bridge the chasm they have created

You are lost to me forever
I hold you in my dreams, forever Azure
My humanness wants to hold you and love you
You were so loving, precious and true
Their inhumanness has left me all alone
There is no way that they will ever be able to atone

This is about how abuse creates chasms between people
The state’s strong-arm respects nothing, not even family
…or the Bible
My little brother’s name was Craig, which means steep rocks
Past tragedies are played upon by the State,
…inducing circular shocks
The past is repeated, I have been left with my spirit defeated
My mind comprehends too much, my heart has been mistreated
Feeling ill and powerless…I have retreated
They have put him, my brother, forever out of reach
And the State creates a cruel repeat of this sad breach
They have stolen my babies, whom I wanted to teach
And they make me suffer in endless pain, the eyestrain
They are terribly, horribly, unbelievably inhumane
They have killed you, over and over again, in one form or another
My baby, my brother, my child, my husband, my lover
And I am left all alone…and I am left all alone
Wishing only for the peace of my gravestone

Your name was Craig, and Craig means steep rocks
You are of the past, I cannot reach you little brother
The State used this past, to create new tragedies, now I can’t reach likewise, the others

Your name was Craig, and Craig means steep rocks
I put out my hand but the chasm is too deep
And the pain makes me weep
I go to the older boy who is folding towels, stop and come, I imbue
I go to tell him in the garage which holds the laundry area too
Please stop folding towels, I cry, my little brother needs you
Please bring my little brother back to me, back to safety,
…back to love
I cannot save him, they have taken him away, to the creator above
I reach out my hand after him…them
I could not escape them…him
They held me down and pounded on me
They made sure they punished me profoundly and deeply
…for not wanting to be one of them, I am so angry
I am so angry, because of their breach
So many loved ones have been put out of reach


Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS



Joined February 2008

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This work is very deep and encompasses a lot of emotional territory for me. It is about past tragedies, and how the State uses and plays on these tragedies to ultimately create the same cycles over again with very little regard for their victims.

I was molested when I was a little girl, and my brother died in a terrible accident, he was burned in the bath. These things are and were well within my past, and I was a VICTIM, but what is tragic is that the State took these events from the past and used them to ASSAULT me at the birth of my baby, leave me with an infection, torture me, cause the break-up of my marriage and family, and hurt my children. Violation and loss repeated full cycle because of persecution and abuse. They take personal intimate events and information from your life and use them as tools to persecute and hurt you, and unfortunately anyone who is connected to you gets hurt as well. They certainly were not interested in my well-being or the well-being of my children to send me home from the hospital with an intentional infection in my body, and make me care for my children in that state. It is twelve years later, I have been put through trememdous emotional, mental, spiritual, financial and physical hardship, and the same infection is still in my body. Their abuse never ends. No one deserves to be cut on the inside of their body, or tortured, especially for twelve years. They should not be allowed to do this to any woman, child or family.

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