gazing past the moon and stars


 my eyelid begins to close


as i reflect back to where my soul was left,


in the bottom of that dumpster,


among the kitchen drainage and waste


of slimy, rancid and maggot ridden rubbish,


swept away from a darkened, smokey room,


laden with guilt-stricken, human auric toxicity,


a mother lying spread eagle 


upon a bare and blood-stained wooden table


from the local goodwill store,


clad with nothing but a worn and well used sheet,


a metal hanger tearing the walls


of her vaginal vault,


i am erased in a moment she took to


her grave,


and remain a secret


that never died.


guardando oltre la luna e le stelle


  la mia palpebra comincia a chiudersi


Mentre rifletto di nuovo a dove la mia anima è stato lasciato,


sul fondo di quel cassonetto,


Tra il drenaggio cucina e rifiuti


di viscido, rancido e larva spazzatura cavalcato,


spazzato via da una buia stanza fumosa,


carico di sensi di colpa al panico, tossicità aurico umano,


una madre che giace spread eagle


su un tavolo di legno nudo e insanguinato


dal negozio avviamento locale,


rivestito con nient'altro che un foglio logoro e ben utilizzati,


un gancio di metallo strappo i muri


della sua cupola vaginale,


sto cancellato in un attimo ha preso a


la sua tomba,


e di rimanere un segreto


che non è mai morto.


mirando más allá de la luna y las estrellas


  el párpado comienza a cerrarse


Al reflexionar de nuevo a donde mi alma se fue,


en el fondo de ese contenedor,


entre el drenaje de residuos de cocina y


de viscosa, rancio y gusanos basura montado,


barrido de un cuarto ahumado oscuro,


cargado con la culpa del pánico, toxicidad aura humana,


una madre que miente spread eagle


sobre una mesa de madera desnuda y manchada de sangre


de la tienda de fondos de comercio locales,


vestida con nada más que una hoja desgastada y bien utilizados,


un gancho de metal rasgando las paredes


de su cúpula vaginal,


estoy borrarse en un momento en que llevó a


su tumba,


y seguir siendo un secreto


que nunca murió.





 traduzione da Inglese a Italiano eSpagnolo da Google

Music by 'Live'

Foto de la web




11:17 PM 7/24/2013 ©







Author's Notes/Comments: 

Abortions of the past hopefully stay in the past.

Aborti del passato si spera rimanere nel passato.


The photo is not of my creation. I got it from the web. It fits perfectly.


Inspired by: http://www.postpoems.org/authors/ashes_twisted/poem/964071




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Morningglory's picture

Wow, nightlight. This was

Wow, nightlight. This was really powerful! I don't have much to say beyond that. Just left me with a heavy sensation.

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Understandable...it leaves me

Understandable...it leaves me very weighted down and i wrote the darn thing. Thanks for reading. :-/ 


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


iwonderwho's picture

I wonder, what happens to

I wonder, what happens to their souls? Do the women realize that they just cut off a life by its roots, by choice, by will? a life that was a gift, that not everyone receives, that could have gone on to do great things. 

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I don't know. I don't

I don't know. I don't judge.

My concern is safety and individual life paths.



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


bishu's picture

Probably an ode in memory of the unfortunate unborn babies

Excellent nl1220.Probably an ode in memory of the unfortunate unborn babies. Very,very unfortunate nl1220. Where does all the mother's love go ? I wonder? Maybe born out of a moment of love or infatuation... only the mothers can tell. Murder most foul.Stinks of selfishness and greed. Gary and scary !! Animals are better in this respect (in my view). What an angle !!!!! "human auric toxicity".... "slimy,rancid, and maggot ridden rubbish" I wonder if the baby was dead when it reached the trashbin ! Maybe such abortions still go on undercover. Who can tell !! Sorry for my emotions on this.Please excuse.



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Thank you for reading this

Thank you for reading this very difficult reality of life, Bishu, and for your comments as well. It is a very very difficult subject for most people, but not to be ignored or passed aside--I would have to embrace any remark on this at all. I am not pro-abortion in the slightest, but I do have concerns about how 'pro-life' becomes 'pro-slavery, war, poverty, greed, and suffering'. ~peace to you---peace to us all~


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "