This Child’s Trials To Know the Path
Poison Apples
When the child was a child, she didn’t know
She had faith that the seeds of love would grow
The child asked…
Who was she? Why was she?
Did she have a right to be?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Is she ample fare to be loved at all
With Raven’s hair, skin white as the snow
In Mother care her etching will show
Then she will begin to know
The path to her reflection
The child asked…
Why was she not you?
Or was she? Could she? Should she be you?
Answers took form by the artists wrath
They painted her in black and blue
Then she knew
The path
To mother’s affection
This is what she had to do
To survive and stay alive
Die inside, run and hide
Sleep your soul, Briar Rose
She who is untrue and forever lied
Is the one who really knows
The path to introspection
But alas she’s still alive, inside
Sentenced and left to hide
While tainted by her chided start
Now painted by a child heart
Drowning in an endless well of hope
To be loved
To be worthy of love
Starved for comfort to help her cope
Mercy angles appear from above
Lowering their silken rope
In times of despair
Like Rapunzel’s hair
They aid in her descent down the tower
Deluged flood gates
Her passion creates
Time staid sinner repent the hour
Can no longer mask it
Undead casket
Now dimming in her imprisoned power
Insipid basket
Now brimming in her risen shower
For it more misadventure to trial bare
That was her sad and angry child care
Now in the wind her silk flows
For now she knows
The path to spiritual connection
The child asked…
Why was she all alone?
For good girls should stay at home
with their mother to help with chores
But alas her hair is brown
Like Red Rose and other whores
And all she’ll do is run around
Screaming and kicking and telling lies
in fields picking flowers and butterflies
Would she be all alone ?
As her beauty withers from her bones
Intones of painful moans of growing old
Atones her flaw in spinning straw
For she doesn’t know how to turn to gold
the path to her defection
The child sees…
My what big teeth they have
The better to suck her blood
She leave crumbs behind in order to find
The secret escape from the torrent flood
Run run run, see how she runs blind
As fast as she ran
She thinks she can
She thinks she can
The farmer’s wife and the butcher’s knife
Cut her tail and spared the mouse
And whose that nibbling nibbling at my house
Nibble on her nails, nibble on her toes
Isn’t she the on who knows
The path to her dissection
Now the moments she tastes, drinking the milk
Noticing every pattern in the strands of silk
Allowing each raindrop to drench her flesh
Entangled in the joy of this mortal mesh
Left for annihilated
She clicks her heals, at last she is sane
Blessed for impregnated
By the sacred concealed in mundane
Its a Spoon full of sugar
To wash down her woes
She feels no pain for now she knows
The path to fine detection
Pandora’s passion will prevail
Full steam ahead to anywhere
She casts her sail
In this enchanted sea
She is always free
And will never fear
All she will hear
Is a gory fairy tale
Her mast weave will never tear
Now off to find the holly grail
In these wild lands beware
Of a wild one chasing her wild tail
This is the path to know-where
The path to her protection
She is the wildest of them all
Off with her head, big or small
Witches the minutes or hours hand
Who will know in never never land
By fairy dust she flies with Tinker Bell
Swallowed whole in the belly of hell
Twinkle her nose
Now she knows
The path to false projection
Time passing time
An ominous sign
She finds herself caught in denial’s wake
Behind the ship of hostile fools
Enraged she strayed her turn to take
They caged this jade by beguile tools
Mutiny for her stern mistake
Enslaved she’s on the plank
Bound by invisible rules
She sank
Deep inside, her vacancy grows
And now she knows
The path to disconnection
A cruel fool’s correction
These scars on her face
They veil her soul’s perfection
Like holes in antique lace
Cut and tame in the name of grace
Chase prince lame and narcissus’s face
To relive the pain, again and again.
She will always fulfill their prophesy
Playing out the tragedy of history
Away they go
And now she’ll know
The path to their rejection
To the death, angels watch her shadow box
With baby bears breath to suit goldy locks
Bitter boisterous sprite
Who is sleeping in your bed tonight?
This one’s too big
This one’s too small
This one won’t stay to play at all
Forever losing Mr. Right
In the ring, she turns to fight
In between blows
She always knows
The path to imperfection
All despite a death she’s died a thousand times
Executing by electrocuting
Her shadow’s crimes
Milking all her bodies power
She cries like a wilted flower
In a last stand
She begs the devil
With all her might
At her own hand
Afflicted on every level
By her hostile bite
Some day her prince will come
Riding off into the setting sun
Nurse her breast and watch him grow
Drink her up and then she’ll know
The path to his erection
At this moment, in this time
She waits, open hearted to any sign
Angels cry for her confusion
Trapped in the myths
Of Sisyphus
Paralyzed by her own illusion
Patiently they wait
Cracking doors to fate
They draw a path to heavens gate
Mercy signs in crooked lines
Are never straight
And towards the end
They wind and bend
Narrow and abate
These paths on which she can depend
Lead to murderous hate
For like Dorthy and Alice
She faces malice
Alas she arrives too late
Which way is the emerald palace
This way, no that way
In munchkin land
As in wonderland
It’s hard to know
The path to no direction
The angels sing…
Today you will scale the tower of your exile
Sweet sad princess sugar plum
Fall deep into the arms of Prince smile
As if tomorrow may never come
Silly girl you could never truly know it all
To cry with the naked eye
To spy His fierce love
Makes angels fall from above
Trust now in the unknown
Render your soul to love’s control
Little girl quite contrary
Sit still and watch as your garden grows
Escape life’s living hells
With poppies and silverbells
All in nice neat rows
You can never know, can never conceive
Yet Clap your hands and say “I believe”
Follow the yellow brick road
To where it may go
Soar the skies
To places you dream of
For in your child eyes
You truly know
Through your trial lies
The only path to love
