Nicholl McGuire on Ipadio

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In a Box

It was a big box.
My son brought me a gift
it took some time, I needed to sift
through the pain and the heartache,
found something good I could take.

He said it was for me with a big, bright smile.
His mind had been walking for at least a mile.
Missed his sorrowful, little mother,
found comfort from his big, happy brother.

So he created a masterpiece
in black and white,
wasn't meant to worry me or to fright.

For he wasn't angry or nervous about me,
He just wanted me to "See," to "See!"
He put a crooked smile on my black face.
He had drew me in an odd space.

With a black box and lines all around,
it looked as if the work made sound.

A black firetruck with he and I on it.
something to ponder standing, then I sit.
Still trying to study all of it.

My red heart had been opened with black,
evidently knowledge in his art, I did lack.

Arms held wide,
he gave me red flowers
glad I hadn't died.

Life can be a very dark, strange place,
it makes you think who cut in on your race?


Nicholl McGuire

Abused Woman

Can't you see it when she has a fit?
Do you really see her when she says, "Sir?"

In her eyes there lies the truth,
do you need to be a sleuth?

You see she is hurt on the inside,
that is why she told the story--she lied!

If you can't see what is really going on,
then maybe you can with her broken loin.

She didn't bump into a wall, nor did she
slip and fall.  She didn't have an accident
at the mall.  And, she didn't run into someone real tall.

He hit her there, around the eye,
the makeup didn't cover up the lie.

He pushed her there, then grabbed her arm,
said, "You know I care...don't you stare!"

He smacked her here, on her cheek,
it has been swollen for nearly a week.

Can't you see the tears in her eyes,
can't you see that mother's cries?

She is reaching out to you,
what can you say or what will you do?

Nicholl McGuire
Visit this blog if you can relate: http://laboringtoloveanabusivemate.blogspot.com

What Was

Back, back, back
spiritual lack
mind on a stack
churches and all that
not interested--they slack.

Thinking about what was,
Bible collecting dust fuzz.
Thought about Jesus
while riding the bus.

No blessings coming here,
made God tear.

Wouldn't listen to what He had to say,
wouldn't bother to pray.

Thought I knew much,
used people as a crutch.

Then died and died some more,
looking for God to restore,
a broken heart,
a need for a new start.

Sometimes we rise too fast,
rely on human love--it doesn't last.
Then we get trapped in the past.

What was doesn't have to be,
let God open your eyes, so that you can see.

Nicholl McGuire

Violence

Impacted by a screaming woman, angry man
he listens, watches, listens
he sees nothing wrong with the song,
"...kill, beat, choke, kick, lie, connive"
for one dollar or many

Lost man likes blood,
threatens to draw blood
for every dark force
that moves him.
So far from his Father.

He thinks he is okay, alright
violent heart, violent thoughts,
gaming is a thing of the past.
He looks to feed the lust of evil
one day, but maybe not today.

Hollywood worships demonic spirits--
chants, cries, murders, and lies.
They offer Satan blood, then more,
never satisfied, the violent god preys on the weak.

An offer the devil made, the violent man
never prayed not like he will
after his first kill
love will be replaced
then he will seek God's face.

Nicholl McGuire