I WISH I COULD BLAME THE PAIN,
THE AIM OF THE GUN, AT MY BRAIN
BUT I CAN’T. IT’S ALL ME,
I’M THE ONE WHO HELD THE KEY,
TO THE DOORS TAGGED ONE, TWO AND THREE.
MY CHOICE TO MAKE, NO ONE DECIDED BUT ME.
THE DOOR I UNLOCKED WAS QUITE A DILLY,
THERE WAS NO JOY, AT NO TIME SILLY,
STRAIGHT AWAY IT OPENED TO TRAGEDY,
PAINTED WITH A TOUCH OF CALAMITY
HAND DRAWN SYMBOLS STILL WET FROM THE BLOOD
EACH SYMBOL REPRESENTING THE LOSS OF A LOVE.
Design photo by BLT
Writing about love is difficult for me.
My relationships were not the best, you see.
I’m not sure if what we had was love;
looking back at it now, it was all push and shove,
all fighting and jealousy, and way to much drink,
Too much crying, hate spewed and it makes me think
the thing we called love was so far from it;
more like an anti-love with a cherry upon it.
Happiness, peace of mind, hopefulness and joy.
Delighted, exhilarated, elated and sparkling eyes.
Sunny, clear skies, free minds, love galore;
Fresh air, clean water, nature abounds in paradise.
Photograph by BLT
Family a fantasy of love.
Untrue this fantasy of family.
Cloudy my memories as a child.
Loyalty misplaced a lie.
Trust this family no more.
Exit this illusion any door.
LOVE IS BLIND IS WHAT THEY SAY;
WELL I’M BLINDED BY THE LOVE,
BECAUSE THE LOVE GOUGED OUT MY EYES;
AND I CAN’T SEE THROUGH THE BLOOD.
It’s 6:00 p.m. and once again
this day comes to an end.
Which is to say this boring day
has slipped away…
Now night shines dark
and the stars spark
something so appealing
it’s downright revealing…
A familiar silhouette, a friendly smile,
a dear dear love who’s been gone awhile.
Now the moment, this moment in time,
is the best of them all, now love is mine.