SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

                                                         BEATEN  DOWN


                                                             CHASTISED


                     TRASHED                      BASHED                                     MOCKED



                                                             

                                                            DISSECTED

                     BRANDED                    RIDICULED                                BARRED


                                                            PROVOKED






                     PEEVED                         DRAINED                                       MUTED
                                                       
                                                        DEMORALIZED


                                                               CAGED          

F O R S A K E N

                             We were pining for a new beginning
                              And it looked promising
                              When an offer was laid at our table.
                               Some said, I am not able
                               But others said it was not a bait
                               This has to happen, it is our FATE.

                               Gaining courage, she was the first
                               To step into the unknown
                               Only to meet upon a clown.
                               When she returned, the Blue Print on her face said,
                                "I am beaten down."


                                Demoralized, Agonized, Dismayed & Shocked
                                Her jaws seemed locked.
                                Then she said, "I was mocked"
                                Her stomach tightened
                                Jammed up in a ball of tension
                                And slowly she began to mention
                                What FATE had dealt her.

                                 She shook her head in disbelief
                                 Do you know we are farther away from relief?
                                 This harrowing experience
                                  Was such an inconvenience
                                  And a set back tugging at her soul.
                                  They had such gall
                                   Pinning my back against the wall
                                   There must be redemption
                                   We must settle this gumption.

                                   My shattered heart will be healed
                                   But their deal must be unsealed
                                   I will fight to the bitter end.
                                   And these words I send
                                   To let them know I will never join this CIRCUS

                                                                                        Brawta

UNBROKEN FAITH

Zara Leek stomped into the room with a scowl on her face.  Her medium sized frame suddenly grew to that of a giant,she had brought her inflated ego with her, ready to launch an attack because she was outraged that Faith decided to add more to what she called her over stacked plate.  But Zara the slickster had filled non-essentials on her plate and Faith Firm her leader had began to unravel her scheme,putting her on notice that she would be involved with sensible and defined projects going forward.

The bigger than life person, the great pretender always takes the easy road; she tried to talk her way out of the oncoming projects but Faith was relentless and would not let up.  She wanted this new style of business to take place and planned to feed it, water it, prune it until it was deeply planted.

Zara began to wag her tongue, spreading false rumours but Faith continued to lay out the fixtures on Zara's plate, creating space galore, which left her highly upset.  Zara began to venture out, stalling at times, cooking up reasons why this will not work.  Every step of the way, Unbroken Faith was there to drive home, that these are here to stay.  She knew that a steadfast dose of old fashioned, roll up your sleeves and get to work, will make this project a success.

Although unbroken, Faith cringed at Zara Leek's behavior and penned these words in dismay.

                                  Wagging  Tongues

                                         If you happen to go down

                                         what's called Gossip Lane

                                         You will find them at it again

                                         Another suspecting person has fallen victim.

                                         They will maul you

                                          stab you in the back

                                          Drag you in the mud

                                          Leaving you for dead

                                          And all this using the tongue.

                                          But just as you realized you are trashed

                                          Those same tongues begin to spew out
                                           Sweetness.

                                          You start to crawl out of your sullen state

                                          And their honey dripping words and pasted
                                           Smile.

                                          Let you rise again!

                                          Your gut is telling you

                                          What you hear is not real

                                          They are only dishing honey and spice

                                          To pull you right in.

                                          But you choose to ignore

                                          And foolish you are taken again

                                          Still a victim!

                                          Falling prey to false appearances.

                                                                                            

                                                                                               Brawta