# #betrayal #life #forgiveness #suffering #sadness #pain #mistakes #madness #love

Killer Lover

He keeps feeding me lies

Until I bleed out

My killer lover isn’t only mine

But he keeps coming back

I’m the only one who treats him right

But he doesn’t see me as a wife

Until he has gone through his likes

And realizes I was the love of his life

I’m not oblivious

He just slashed my heart open

But I can’t treat my wounds until he’s fully gone 

 

The Winds Of Change

The winds of change

Have swept through our tree of life

And stripped the branches bare

 

Naked limbs

Resembling gnarled arms

Reach for what used to be

But is no longer there

 

Left cold and alone

Any remnants of love or happiness

Has been thoroughly erased

 

A twisted skeleton

Of a once flourishing life

Now stands in its place

 

Cobwebs have become its security blanket

And parasites its company

In a forest of misery

 

Though there’s still evidence of life

There is no consciousness

No hope or purpose

 

Just an empty shell

That’s smells of

Regret and sorrow

 

Whose decaying bark

Is just a symbolic reminder

Of our faded dreams

Which no longer serve us

 

Just a silent tomb

Which echoes the sadness

Of empty today’s

And a forgotten tomorrows

My Son

Two years, almost three, and you didn’t learn a damn thing. I have learned everything I needed to know about you. Your anger, your insecurities, all the way to the little bit of lettuce and mayonnaise on your Ham sub (Lightly cooked). You were my son, and I took the place of your father. I hope he’s damned a long life in agony knowing that he created you, you were always so proud of how much you were like him. I praised you when you did good, scolded you when you lost control, I was controlling at times but that’s because I loved you. I want to hate you, but I refuse to, because in my mind you are the prodigal son and you will come back to me. I will accept you because I love you. But no longer will I yearn for you, no longer will I reach for your grasp or stroke my hand upon your back. My hand will be removed from your life, my name will be etched out of your memory, you will starve in the depths of Sheol, this pit of Hell that is your life. My spoken prayers for you will surcease, when you call I will not listen. You will forever rue the day you were born, wishing that maybe your mother didn’t conceive you. Satan will set his traps and you will no longer have a warrior willing to wake you up and protect you. My words you ignored, my pleas you scoffed, my instruction was mocked. God is searching for you, my son, please do not ignore him as you’ve done to me, he loves you so much more. I write this with all the sincerity I can muster, and I just pray that God teaches this lesson, so that I may rest in his embrace once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I know I can't do it, I'll just return to my boy. 

Love's Theme

So few words produce encryption that begs this reader to ponder! I see America, referenced in "the freedom bell rings" and "shades of gold", which I understand alludes to the anthem "America the Beautiful." That said, the reader encounters "barren land," and the quandary the poet asks to "understand:" "love's fullest swing." For me it invokes the scything of the Harvest, on that land with "shades of gold," but, it suggests to this reader, a 'reversal-of-fortune' or a 'surprise ending'...Through

love

Strikes fear in the heart

Renders you all apart

Overwhelms all sense

It's self its recompence

FOREVER

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I dont know very much about her,

I have never seen her truly smile,

I know to be here many bad things had to occurr,

Sadness glooming all the while,

Her heart is so very beautiful,

Her eyes are truly so kind,

Her voice is always so hopeful,

As she puts her hand in mine,

She whispers please dont hurt me,

Dont ever leave me behind,

I will love you always and forever,

If you just treat me kind,

I tell her please trust in me,

I want her to always be mine,

I dont want her to have to ever worry,

Because I will never leave her behind.

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Briar Patch

Dead inside

no revive

 

Sacrifice this

soul

 

Drowning in the blood

of pain

 

No love,

no joy

 

Pierced on the thorns

of the briar patch 

 

Drunk off the hate

of existence 

 

Struggling to overcome

the madness 

 

 

 

 

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PULLED AWAY

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Can I tell you a secret she said,

A million thoughts running through my head,

You woke something inside me that I thought was dead,

I could not believe the sweet words she had just said,

If she only knew how happy we would be,

After all these years she finally saw the real me,

Ever since we first met thats all I ever wanted her to see,

She has stolen my heart and I will never be the same,

Now it seems I am losing the game,

That I never knew started,

With the one that shares her last name,

And was the reason they parted,

I should have known better and not let her see,

The true person that lives inside of me,

Because now she will always know how I feel,

And knows my love for her is really real.

My heart had never felt so happy and alive,

Now im worried it wont be able to survive,

And I may not ever get to look into her beautiful eyes,

Or hold her hand if she cries,

We might not get to laugh all night,

Or dance to our favorite song,

God im putting this into your hands alright,

I trust in you to do no wrong,

Please let my heart be the place hers belongs.




 

 

 

 

 

 

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Amereican League Journey

Escape the flame let me here to explain
wandering out through the oceanic strain,

Birds kept to flight shelter figures in the night
society is blinded don't you see...

love is in the air a truest of to be square
below each pillow a modest appeal to achieve

get down on one knee
silver & cheese

in quaint laughter to real it in
a man made out of vested tin

a newer way in which to begin,
in desert coffins made to believe

fellow pilgrim visit the land of make believe
A broad shelter sernse the quaint eskimo