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I've been writing for a long time and had a website years ago
But have now decided to create a blog.

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Friday, March 27, 2015

Promises, Promises

Your schemes caused screams and lucid dreams
Restlessness forced days coursed for grief
Grace me with your presence and thence
You stole sanity like a thief

I should be grateful for the game
I should eat hateful, take the blame
  for all the broken promises,... 
  you made --
Promises, promises

Artificial, sacrificial
Cherry pick how you stick the plunge
Portray martyr, walk on water
You're diamond dealer, I'm too grunge

What miserable life of strife
How tiring, drama without gain
I leave you behind, nil I find
Crux lacks luxe, odious-sartain

I should be grateful for the game
I should eat hateful, take the blame
  for all the broken promises,... 
  you made --
Promises, promises

Promises, promises

© Kay Irvin

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Ghosts Among the Forest

Sweet day's death casts spell of heady stars,
Of waxing moons and cloaked avatars
And those kindred beasts peer out to see,
I in the beast and the beast in me

The midnight owl asks whose steps saunter,
Whose glow and blink be fearless haunter
Low growl, paws, crunch and leaves that fracture,
Move muscled arch, stead for fanged capture

Appearance, as heavenly as dream,
Pauses staunch stance by cool, rippled stream
And Wolfen sniff to the air incites,
Near to a dozen, as one, recites

The deer, the rabbit, the fowl provoke
Synergy of pack hastens evoke
Breeze carries a whiff of woods and blood
My own sate is awakened with flood

Torn flesh, born fresh, pulled, syphoned with need,
Lap up warm froth when hungry mouths feed
And tiny frames are guided to learn
Gentle coax nuzzles, then to take turn

I soon recall moreover savage,
Upright betrayal with aimed ravage
But peace comes easy from these wild friends
Devout coexistence never ends

This world can be lonely and cold,
Kinship starved, reeling lost, feeling old
Such immortal symphony stirs tear,
I with the beast and beast's beauty near

Shared, quiet sense strolls with tender graze,
Gingerly, pass exits forest haze
O'er dewy grass, crossing the glade,
Where treetops meld like backdrops, which fade

Ghostly nightshade fills with lupine song,
Resonate of choir, which I belong
And those kindred beasts peer out to see,
I in the beast and the beast in me

© Kay Irvin

~ for the beautiful wolves

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Rebellion of the Social Misfits

Outsiders are made, not accidentally created. 
Whether it's coworkers, neighbors, friends or family, outsiders are the ones who say 'no', the ones who stand up for themselves and the ones who don't bend under the pressure of not belonging.
A lot of people have been there.
I've been there.
One of the biggest fears of many people, is that you won't fit it or that you'll be put outside of a circle. It's usually a circle of troublemakers, who get off on gossiping lies. It's a false sense of feeling included with mind-gamers who supposedly have your best interest at heart and want you to have the inside scoop on what they deem as communication, which bonds unity. 

Rebellion be the Hellion; that courageous square peg in a round world.
If you can get past the fear, life is on the other side.

Troublemakers will make half-assed threats that if you don't do something they want or if you don't stay away from someone or another group of folks, then you'll be emotionally punished, implying how you would be at risk of being all alone. That's their way of causing a divide and being a bully to keep you under their control. People have to think for themselves, use their heads and not be lazy by saying they know all about someone, when they actually base their beliefs on the opinions of others, for a particular individual. 

The last thing troublemakers want is to see someone they've oust be part of anything and know the peace of true belonging with others, besides the scope they would allow. They want individuals to lead a sorrowful life and feel damned via exclusion.

If anyone, you thought was a friend, won't listen to your side and have an interest in your pain, then they've already decided to exclude you. 
And they'll make up things about you (referencing facts) and guide others, within a circle, to stay clear of you. Truth will be hidden in layers of lies.
If others want to believe every lie as gospel (truth), take the bait, get hooked and be controlled by a circle, then it's genuinely liberating to not be a part of it.

It's all about finding people who will listen, will understand and will get how overrated that stuck-up, little circle is.
Then, you have your own place to call home.
Those who made you an outsider will hate it because they'll know that it's your turn to talk about them for a change, oust their behavior and have loyalty with like-minded souls who've been through the same ostracization.
Outsiders protect their own and make their own pack. 
We are the social misfits and the ones certain, hypocritical circles would throw away.
It's a high ... to feel acceptance and love, when smug hypocrites would enjoy causing you depression by saying you're a waste. 
Be brave, be alone ... until you find caring people who know the road you've been down because they've been on the same journey.

© Kay Irvin

Monday, March 2, 2015


I share my life with a pretty baby (with paws),
fangs, fur and fire in her blood
She has a perfect name
And I'll show her care and love
through the years ahead
We will have trust and loyalty
I will protect her and she'll keep me safe
Crudely but in reference to canine-wise, 
she is a bitch
However, she won't bite me in the ass
(but a bitter enemy-heart is a different story)

© Kay Irvin

'And no one really knows
... the child who comes and goes'
(from Changeling - Kay Irvin)

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