Domestic Violence is an issue that continues to plague our society, and the judicial system in general, continue to slap men on the wrist without sufficient punishment to discourage the violence against not only women, but their children as well.
I remember only too well, the indescribable fear and abuse that my Mother and myself suffered at the hands of an abusive husband and father. It lives with you forever, and to this very day, I have nightmares and relive some of those times of long ago. My Mom bless her heart, deserved so much better, and only now has she been rewarded by being in Heaven. My father committed suicide in 1987, and in my opinion, did so because he could not live with the guilt and remorse. My Mom remained married to this man who abused her, and me, for 55 years until his death. It was 55 years of hell. Don't let this happen to you and your children...Please.

Are you struggling to find the courage, inside,
To break free and start life anew?
Have you suffered abuse, for months without end,
Wondering what, in God's name, you should do?


Do you notice the fear in your children's eyes
Each time that their father comes near?
Does your heart begin racing at the thought of his touch,
Scared from the words that you hear?


Is the peace that you find only there when he's gone
As you sit and stare aimlessly at the walls,
Wanting to flee with your young ones ~
But shiver when you here his loud call?


When he walks through the door and shouts his demands,
Do you wait on him hand and foot;
Afraid of a beating, if you do not obey,
And cower at his evil looks?


Are you finding the nights a true living hell,
As you toss and turn in your bed,
Thinking of the man you thought you once knew;
Now wishing that he would drop dead?



Please make the decision to flee for your life,
For yourself and your children's sake.
There are shelters and friends to call on.
Do this before it's too late!

Abusive Relationship.
© 2003 by Valentyne Lang

Can you hear the frightened voices,
Crying out in the dark of night,
Screams for mercy go unanswered,
While the victim suffer their plight!


Once again the heart of an innocent soul,
Has been snatched up from our streets,
To face the demons in a monsters world,
While the neighbourhood quietly sleeps!


"The Scroll" displays the many names,
Of those who've been swooped upon,
Unable to escape the evil claws,
And its poisonous venom that runs!


The list of our missing continues to grow,
And depending on your wealth or fame,
Will determine the efforts to find you,
If you are spotless or hold a good name!


Too many times our Law Enforcement,
Fail with their initial reaction,
They'll see certain case's as "runaways",
Depending on their own satisfaction!


We cannot imagine the numbers,
Of those who would be alive today,
Had the law followed the criteria,
Acting quickly and not turn away.

Scroll Of The Missing Persons


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Drug Dealer And Pimp

Come with me and I'll teach you
How to be weak and insecure
You'll see honey dripping from my lips
Until your soul to me I'll lure.

I'll be a friend you can depend on
When your troubles get you down
Addict you to sheer insanity
You'll be happy when I'm around.

Your lonely weakened fragile heart
Will race faster when I give to you
This little bag of white powder
For your veins, to shoot through.

Don't worry about your self esteem
'Cause it won't matter any more
Forget about enjoying the good life
Count on me to close that door.

The money it takes to have me
Will flow from a road of crime
But don't go worrying about a thing
Just stay with me, and you'll be fine.

You can sell your flesh on the corner
There'll be plenty of buyers I'm sure
Stop caring about those who love you
I'm offering you life's simplest cure.

I'll make certain that your visits to detox
Are as painless and quick as can be
And if you daydream about your loved ones
I'll force you to stay here with me.

When I render you to be no more use
I shall spit you out on the street
You face will become unrecognizable
To old friends you should happen to meet.

If you have failed to know just who I am
You can call me a robber and stealer
My voice will become all familiar in time
For I am your pimp, and your drug dealer!

~valentyne~ © 05/23/06

  Till the Storms Passes By

In Memory of Deanna Geary 11/17/04