True, so true, all the more reason to make sure it's addressed, you know?

Miss Consonant coming through once again. Thank you!

That's the only way to really do it. Thanks for the kudos and support!

If they start doing video posts on here, I'll definitely start plugging away at that!

If you need to learn to write, then I need to learn my alpha's all over. Great read.

This takes place back then, when nursery rhymes

Taught premature life-lessons, derived from the times

And branching off of the lectures, I think it's time to unveil

My own version of the classic, a ghetto nursery tale...

So there's a story that's told about a boy who cried wolf

He scared the villagers, the campers, the kids and adults

He worried the masses, creating illusions of fear

And with his lies, wounded the trust of those near and dear...

Well he thought it was funny, to see the public alarm

So he continued his cries, oblivious to the harm

Yet each time that he chanted, pleaded, and cried

The people grew weary, and tired of lies...

Then one day, after countless times of pleading

A real wolf comes around, no more misleading

Snarling and hungry, primed and ready for eating

And when the boy cried out, there was no one believing...

The wolf got it's goods, and ate all that came

And when it's path was crossed the result was the same

If the boy would have known that trust isn't a game

Then maybe just maybe there wouldn't be pain...

Well...now for my story, though the last one is good

It's a little outdated for those in the hood

And not to be confused or misunderstood

A new age tale would fit...well it should...

You see, the boy in this story knew the power of trust

But what's more, he also knew the devastation of lust

Envy and greed, and the emotional toil they contain

Powerful enough to make vows before GOD rearrange

From ages of youth, infantile, he saw both mom and dad

In happier times, basking in the love that they had

Or at least shown, because the truth behind doors just won't

He never knew that he'd be the one crying out "Don't..."

Some time passes, and as all things change so does the vibe

Different people start popping up, keeping feelings inside

And just down low, because know one can see what is real

The parents are growing apart, adultry's part of the deal...

So the boy asks himself, "Pops who's this girl in the house?"

"And how come every time she comes around, I got to get out?"

"And hey mom, you're spending so much time with that guy..."

Meanwhile he's being raised up in the streets, wondering why...

And back at home, things start to take a shift for the worst

Domestic violence ensues, eachday more dramatic than the first

No other choice available but to bring the problems to heart

And wonder if the joint of their seed caused this devious spark...

"What could be happening? Why? Somebody show me the end...

It wasn't always like this I know it, but it's becoming a trend...

So many days, weeks, months that turn into years

The disruption in this family giving reason for tears..."

And then it happens.

That rainy night, that the boy would love to forget...

When his own wolf shows up, reminder of a scene he'd regret...

And feel helpless in regards for the rest of his life...

Because what happens next, eternal. Far removed from trite.

He remembers it vividly, backseat of the whip for him

With pops seat in the front empty, and the man stomping in tims

Through the rain, heart broken devastated, demorilized with pain

A choice given to the boy, "You can leave or stay..."

But to leave would mean to go out into the storm with the man

And leave the sense of confort that the female had planned

At the time already dry in the whip, toasty and warm

All the while five inches away, emotional holocaust reborn

The man begs, pleads and cries, cause he just wants his kids

But he's not in the state of mind to provide, doesn't show what it is

That he needs to perform, to step up and create a place to exist

And even though times have been tough, they've been no rougher than this

So the boy has a choice, he can either stay or can leave

But he has to choose soon because as each second proceeds

The thief of time watches, and now the woman grabs hold of her keys

It's now or never...never...the boy just sits back in his seat...

And watches behind glass, his future fade past

His father turned into a shell, and from there just get smashed

Emotional...physical, throw in mental as well...

Stripped from his seeds, his blood missing, obvious to tell

And from there the story begins again, only this time with pain

And no matter what the situation, where there's sadness there's rain

A darkness in the boys heart, a chunk missing, love just not recieved...

The tale of the boy who cried..."Daddy, don't leave..."

Thanks PKD, decided I wanted to take this in a different direction, and liked that I kept the first one open for this turn of engagements.

Thanks Tammy!!!

As the large hand slaps six
Small guide showing ten
The door unlocks slow, silent
Walk back in…
Place the letter
On the desk
Glancing back
At silhouettes
Before sunrise
After sunset
Business
What an alibi
Late shifts
Fly by
Fly in
Fly out
Speak up
Cash out
Second thoughts
No doubts
Its been replayed
Within the mind
What if?
Why try?
Ha
Like she'll find
Clothes retract
Gracing the floor
Falling back into the bed
Resting the mind
Resting the head
Resting the soul
In search?
Instead…
No rest for the cruel
The wicked
As she rises from sensual solstice
This lover unfamiliar
Still indulging in the pleasures
Few would notice as peculiar
I'm sorry...
Come Home...
I know you're there…
Baby…
Please leave a message after the beep
Alarm in the face
Worry
Never pick up the phone while out in the night
Vibration, ringing, once…twice
Ease
It's about time…
9:30…
Hurry…
Waiting days on end
For another encounter
Put the kids to bed
Called him over an hour
Ago...
And while driving past slow
I pull out the letter
Allow the ink to revert
Unwritting the warning
"If you tell…it will hurt…trust."

(To be continued...)

PKD, just putting the finishing touches on part two now...

KC, part two should be up today...hope it's found to be fitting.

PKD, much thanks!

Thats what they all say Miss consonant...lol

Thanks Tammy,

much appreciated. I'll keep em coming...

Thanks Miss Consonant. Part two should be up soon...

Thanks Ekko, I wanted the Rewind feel with the reverse story telling, but I also wanted to try something different with the conceptual portion. I'm going to weave this story into a series and really try to dive into the main concept.

The hardest part of any tale is the beginning
So allow me to retrace the steps and start this from the ending:

Entwined in the embrace of a lover unfamiliar
With the nightly indiscretions few would notice as peculiar
Scarlet shades drawn shut
Fighting back the light
Yet while flames erupt
Gasps encourage the life
Shortened breaths
Hastened pace
Faster
Harder
Stronger
Shrills
Shouts
And withdrawal
Strokes subdued
Substitute
Switched and subsided
Swift to surreal
Selecting the latter
Pacing the planting
Of the lips
The tongue
The hands
All systematic
Decoding this rubix
Cube in one hand
Box in the other
Pandora pulls in the subtle release
Eyes roll forward to face
And the pace
And the pace
And the pace
Clothes replace
Her face claims haste
Not much time
No need to waste
Closing the door
Back to the rain
Within the car
Checking the same
Ol
Things...
The time
The scene
The surroundings
Checking the same
Ol
Things...
Condoms...check
Mints...check
Soap...check
Leave no trace of lust or sin
Always shower after the gym
10:45, still early...
Not TOO early...
Just earlier
Reminiscing at a prior scene
Another night...
Another fling...

(To be continued...)

A great read, without a doubt. Very honest, very real. Nice. I often create by art of response and as such my next contribution will follow that premise...but with a twist...thanks for the inspiration.

I like the power of the cat response, very nice. Good piece, fun read.

Ha, it's all in the art. Thanks!