Monday, April 11, 2011


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Illusion, of father and son in harmony. 

The love is evident,
 but reflections of one can be too clear in the other.

Hate for self can taint the tiny soul in your arms.

Manifested loathing, morphs into a full grown reflection of the traits hated.

The voice screaming, "Daddy I love you" is drowned by
throaty growls.

Putrid hate, becomes volatile rage dying in murderous regrets.

*A friend lost her father at the hands of her brother.
Some times the news stories hit home and aren't what they appear. 


  1. I'm sorry to hear about your friends father - and brother. This is a wonderful, thought-provoking post and I hope it will make people think about how they treat their children. It all comes back around in the end. Garbage in - Garbage out.

  2. A terrible tragedy happened to your friend. I hope that he/she recovered...

  3. Oh my.... I'm so sorry to hear about your friend's father. That is so tragic and upsetting. Your words are bittersweet. My prayers go out to this family.