Dark Ravens Rise

September 2, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Dark ravens rise in mocking flight as snarls do hiss and serpents coil. There is no babe in comfort held. All lies are truth and truth are lies. The cries of old in silence held. A mother’s arms no longer are. A babe in life now twists in death – the hope all gone… no breath to see… cold stillness of pain surpassed … tomorrows to never be.

The naked womb in haunted shame, echoes cries of tortured screams. How often did the baby plead for a mother’s arms to stop the deed and simply give a chance to be?

Did she know?… did she care?… was there a moment she thought to dare and give a chance for this little life to be?

Or… did the lies rise up to snare still another doubting soul in guise of right and righteousness that is not so and few do see?

A right that makes it good to take a little life in glee breeds serpents tongues and crickets shame to sing upon the world of he and all that be.

A tiny soul in limbo rests while memories haunt and deeds devour the inhumane of selfish ways whose dark voices cry in thought of only “me” and “my” and “I”.

There is no rest for tortured ones as they desperately do wander in search… always in search… of what they can not find… nor ever shall, you see. For it was a tiny soul clinging to a cold womb who held the light and sparked the fire of what we call humanity.

In One We Are No More

September 1, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

The picture painted to distort and deceive, it’s nothing such as it ever seems.

The words of old twisted and rushed, say so much and mean so little.

The world of hope a ploy conceived and given as a gem none shall ever see.

No time to beckon. No time to cry. It’s over now. No dreams remain. What was is not and what was not is. The confusion and delusions invade and become, as tomorrow is forgotten and the future becomes void in a clone of only one.

None beyond one.

Only one.

Just one to be and behold.

A spirit rages. It speaks and demands.

Alas, the plan of one is dimming in the light.

We are no more as once we were, but neither are we one as they wished us to be. For there is a gem to see and a gem to be as we become the nightmare of the collective ones, who now have learned — our souls are our own and never for sale, nor a gift given unto them ever this day, nor even beyond.

Yes, our souls are our own, as they, in conclusion and confusion, walk sadly away from us as one and only one, for in their world of singleness there are none beyond one.

Dark Cloaks & Puddles

August 31, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Anger cloaks me in a dark passion of corrupt thoughts and evil visions untold. No day is absent of dissent and the twisted fate of melting dreams and hope scorched in vile slime of failure.

The sun no longer shines in the brilliance that whispers “One of these days…”

Instead, it is another day… just another day like all others. A day of anxiety. A day of desperation. A day of searching… begging… pleading. Simply a day. Yes, a day simply of shadows and demons and old memories that haunt and beckon my defeat and utter destruction.

Clouds roll in to meet my mood. Thunder rumbles. Lightning flickers. Rain gently begins to sprinkle the thirsting, cracked and parched ground. Its rhythm is soothing as a lullaby to a wee one, with whispers of hope and loving comfort. Birds sing along in delight and bathe happily in little puddles made just for they on this simple day that rests within the harsh ones that have come before and the ones that will come after. But for today… just this day… there are puddles to play in, and a freshness in the air that invites and embraces, as the dark clouds roll on their way with the thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance of someone else’s day.

So little… so little it takes to delight God’s tiny creatures and bring songs of joy to their simple day. A simple day with lessons that beckon and give me pause to remove the cloak of anger at least for today… this simple day… this day of puddles and lullabies and crisp, fresh smells of a new beginning given simply because it was.

The Golden One Now Tarnished

June 8, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

It doesn’t matter what happens from here on out — the Golden One is now tarnished. The glitter and shine has diminished and only some still claim it exists. It doesn’t even matter how large that sum is — it’s nothing such as it was. The once blind followers are falling away like leaves in a fall blizzard and few, if any, are lined up to take their place. It’s simply over in spite of the promises.

Yes, once upon a time, there was a promise of all that is wondrous. Life would be good for all. All the wrongs would be righted. All that was lacking would be provided. It would simply be a wondrous world such as none had ever seen before. And then it was done. The fairy tale was over.

The truthful had tried to warn, but their words were turned into weapons against them, as the blind believers mocked and cursed with such righteousness and disdain. But then it happened.

For all the promises and all the words — it wasn’t a wondrous world after all.

Life wasn’t good for all.

All the wrongs weren’t righted. Instead, more wrongs were made.

All that was lacking wasn’t provided. Instead, there was more lacking created and more fear of what tomorrow would bring.

It wasn’t even a world such as none had ever seen before. It was simply a world most listeners of the promise had never seen or experienced or believed could ever be for them. Now it was.

Reality suddenly became reality.

The wondrous golden shine of all the promises and all the words suddenly was no longer there. The once Golden One, who blinded people with charm and the brilliant shine of all those promise made — could not weather the blistering truth that refused to be drowned. The blistering truth that swirled and whipped and slashed against the illusions, leaving nothing more than a tarnished existence no longer inviting, but instead to be feared.

Oh yes, he had been the Golden One prepared to shower all with his wondrous promises of golden and bright days to come. Then reality shone on him and his and he could no longer hide the truth, as the illusion burst and the dark void of his heart embraced the population in shocking revelation. Yes, the truth was realized. Adolph Hitler then stood naked for all to see, though not before hope died and change brought agonizing terror. Not before the death camps reeked of rotting flesh and dying souls. No, not before his reign brought disaster and hideous cruelty to the people who had once idolized the Golden One with his wondrous promises and spell-binding, but empty words.

The Golden One is now forever tarnished.

Madness

March 1, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Madness looks into my eyes and speaks with drooling words of pure deceit. It thinks I shan’t know or notice? Does it suppose that once it utters its blatant lies that they shall somehow become the ultimate truth to touch reality now and in all tomorrows to be?

Oh, to wonder what it thinks is to chase the empty shadows of the night. There is no reason within the thoughts to grasp or to hold, nor to define as any sense of sanity possessed.

Oh yes, madness tells me I did all that I did not and that I said all that never touched my lips or even my silent thoughts. It does say though whatever it will and demands that I willingly agree. All must be my fault, after all, for it is the god of all that is enlightenment that says such to be so, and I am only one that travels in servitude through their world of the elite privilege and dominate control.

I am no one in the eyes of the self-appointed enlightened, who writes and rewrites history and the claims of a truth to fit whatever is to its benefit at any given moment.

Madness shakes in uncontrollable response, as I dare to refuse its lies and deceit to become mine or to shade anything I have done or said. It calls out that I must… I must… I must agree to its claims and do as it bids for “it is the right thing to do”.

As the drool slides down its distorted face of madness, I smile. I turn. I walk away. I leave it in the darkness of the night to chase the shadows of nothingness that it has become. I leave it there to destroy itself, as I walk into the rewards of truth that shines upon the day and the world that is mine and perhaps yours as well.

Copyrighted by Carrie K. Hutchens 2013

A Future World Remembered

January 4, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Some believe the morning sun hides somewhere behind the iron walls of a future world many thought never to be, but none know for sure. It, too, perhaps was destroyed in those days of madness and banned from existence as so many things became outlawed and demonized for the profit of the few. The few who thought they had the answers to all things and blessed with the ability to lift their vile lives to the royalty of the gods.

The moments of the elite scorched the earth and danced in joy, as it watched the masses withered into a broken people struggling desperately to survive one moment to the next. And then it was over.

An army of the faithful fools, who had given the elite their death blow of wealth and power, rose up from the devastation they had blindly carried out and demanded their due. The elite laughed. Did any truly believe their deceitful word to be true and meant?

The laughter was swiftly silenced, as the army of revenge lashed out to crush the ruling ones. Some died in agony, while others fled to face a slow death of their own creation. For in those last moments, locked from their hoards of abundance, they, too, faced the man-made scarcity of necessities they had imposed upon their unwilling subjects. And, as their cries of utter torment reached into the moment of defeat, there was no mercy to embrace or to ease. It was for them what they had so excitedly bestowed upon those restricted from the celebrity of the self-proclaimed enlightenment.

There was no true delight, except by those whose hearts dined on the fruits of revenge, for as the last cry echoed against the walls of deceit and ignorance, the knowledge that only a few might survive was the only thing left abundant. Time was little. Hope was none. There was no sun shining to bid a new day. No sun to scare away the demons and the hopelessness of reality remembered. No sun to cast a shadow to hide the hideous knowledge sucking the life from all.

It could have been different. The madness could have been stopped. If only it had been, before it was too late.

Deceit Chuckles in Amusement

December 23, 2012 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Deceit cries out in hysterical laughter as it watches its pawns so obediently slither among the unsuspecting, spewing venomous lies and stoking ferocious hatred and insidious distrust. Oh, how pleased deceit has become and ever so proud of his willing pupils. Even he is amazed at the number and the ease with which they wish to please him and gain his utmost approval. It delights him so. Delights him so indeed.

The blind followers snidely proclaim their superior knowledge while looking down upon all who have not joined the cult of deceit. Oh yes, they do dance in taunting delight and dare any to challenge their diseased words and vile motives of ruin. It is their mission. It is their passion. It is their doom. Yet, they are oblivious to all but he — their god of deceit and his rising reign.

Deceit chuckles, as he watches in amusement, knowing his feast is going to be even bigger and better than he could have ever imaged. The souls will be fattened and delicious and the master of all deceit will know no hunger nor boredom during the celebration soon to be. A celebration where the entertainment will not be the ones that did not follow, but rather, those who followed so faithfully and easily. It shall be they that bring delight and amusement to the table and laughter shall mock them and call them fool. Oh yes, it shall be they and yet they do not see. Not yet. Not now. But soon. Soon the truth shall be revealed to they who lived in untruth, and in that moment, they shall see that it was they who were being led to this table to be devoured not honored — they who shall be left in shame and defeat — they who shall cry for mercy to find none exists — they who will claim they were promised a just reward. Deceit will smile! No words need be said.

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