I’ve been dealt a mortal blow,
But not by knife nor arrow.
Deadly poison covets me,
Sewn by you, the Devil’s trow.
In an echo of dire loneliness,
Erred did I with love profess,
And while I was life, you wanted death,
But though I die, your soul is lifeless.
The only memory he had of her that wasn’t entirely tainted was of her on the playground in the chill air entertaining her charge. She was graceful, dancing, casting glances towards the window out which she knew he could see her. It was charming, a magic that made him regret having let her go, having seen her heart filled with malice against him. Though that too had likely been affected, it didn’t matter. She was beautiful in that moment.
And now that memory would be destroyed as well, as in...
Truth was dead,
And he could not blame her for it,
As it had been slain everywhere in red,
And she only followed the selfish skit.
Truth had been tracked like an animal,
Into the lair where it dwelt and fed,
Hunted until it lost its will,
And where it was beheaded.
It died alone in shadow,
In darkness, birds gone silent,
And love and peace too were laid low,
And the slayers were not repentant.
So it could not exist in her heart or mind,
As it now existed nowhere in the world,
Though she’d left...
She’d jump off a bridge before ever admitting anything, any wrongdoing,
Before ever deeming to see him as a fallible human being,
Believing herself infallible, though she feigned error on occasion,
But only in a phony Christian way.
He had once thought her a Fire Woman,
Saw her shining in beauty, aglow with the possibility of love,
But whatever flame she had, she had burnt out long ago,
And would not even acknowledge his having been enamored of her so, call it “gay,”
As brutish men had taught...
Revenge was not sought
No desire for it lived in him
No desire lived in him at all
Whether sentenced or freed
It was not his cause to care
As there had never been any for him
No caring
He was a dead man who moved
A man with no heart left
Only a vast nothing, a wraith
Destroyed by deceit, deteriorating
And her guilt remained either way
Ignored or festering
Atoned for or allowed to walk away
It would never be atoned for.
He was not alone in his dispassion
Not the only dead heart.
“I know your deepest, darkest secrets,” he said, voice resonant with assurance. “Oh yes, I know the depraved things you’ve done, not specifically, that is to say, but enough to know your desires, what drives your lust.”
She looked at him with her angry eyes, the one whom she disdained, the one she had made, and her conception of him became altered with his words. Something within her fearing them, but now intrigued, piquing her lust, making her waver in her obstinacy. A want grew within her,...
It makes no difference if the birds still sing,
If they take flight upon delicate wing,
If the sun shines warm in Fall or Spring,
Or if she once thought you a kindly king.
For to others she still desires to cling,
And wishes for naught but a brute’s ring,
Her hatred remains like a silent wasp does sting,
As she works still to kill you, to pull your death string.
Your love never meant anything.
Facing public shaming,
Confrontation looming, no not waning,
This was the time to spring the trap,
To prey upon raw emotion, like a slap,
Vulnerability for the taking
Crap of false confession of interest or love,
Timed with cunning, truth forsaking,
Get her into bed,
Use the pain to crack her head,
Trick her heart in time of need,
Offer concern and security, succeed.
The wicked comes in time distressed,
To fool the heart, pretending blessed.
Enter little fly,
And never realize it’s a lie.
An adage often stated,
Time heals all wounds.
But for some things, dark and cruel,
The blood waxes thick with cycles of the moon.
Its icy tendrils dig in deep.
They crush the will of life,
And nothing kills them, not even sleep,
Never-ending strife.
Thought return forever drear,
Memories so ill and cold,
Plaguing the mind, heart unclear,
Until we turn to mold.
Life cannot be lived with head buried in the ground,
Yet that is what so many did,
What she did, ignoring truth’s sound.
So many of her friends only heretic loons,
Liars, the deluded,
“Jesus” only a name being slung by baboons.
They waited for more hate upon which to feed,
Swallowing it whole,
Following their fake creed.
But that was her upbringing,
And she did the same in her life,
Refusing love for falseness and taking lies to sing.
Like they, she would never admit the truth within her,
She...
You have been tainted by demons
Allowed impiety to touch your soul
To steal from you your mind and body
You were never meant to be a slave to heretics
To obey those who twist the words of love
To let the stench of hatred and lies subsume your heart so
You were meant for greater
To use what your were gifted, your mind, your heart
Not be under the thumb of a foul deceiver
Who wears a robe of Christian gold
Upon a carcass of sin, as false as his tradition
Ill of mind and perverse of soul
Free yourself...
Seconds, hours, days tick by until no sound is left.
Two hearts intertwined in opposition rust to dysfunction,
Rain washing over them, spurring red trails of what smells like blood,
Dead passions reek with sorrow.
Two souls at odds,
One in love, one in hate, one in hate, one in love,
Lose their grip upon sense, inaction biting their fingers raw,
And plummet into the dark below,
Home to one, the other face in spite seeing gleaming light.
One howls in remorse to a turned back, now deaf.
Truth rots...
The excuse for trying to commit social murder …
Killing a heart with vengeance …
Yucky.
But the true repugnance living in her life …
Those called friends …
She refused to see.
Leaving herself open to a tainted name for association,
And unable to protect herself because they had not told her to.
A degenerate openly showing the world the depths of his perversion,
One warned of but the warning ignored … again …
And she kept him, not love,
Though the creep’s hubris spoke to even deeper depravities,
...
Groveling,
Obeying a socially backwards, small-dicked bigot,
A falsely pious man child who sees you as property,
Abusive by default, as he, a coward, fears the world,
Control makes him feel big,
The smallest man alive.
No man at all.
What is your life worth as you spend it on your knees for one so foul?
Nothing.
And you have made yourself worthless by choice,
For no one can make you debase yourself for him,
For a pathetic ego.
You, a willing slave, following a false god,
Canon invented by weak...
A life of desire slain in a day,
As slivers of ephemeral youth and indiscretion fade away,
Human hearts are selfish and untrue,
Words fail and, in the end, there’s naught we can do.
When they decide whom you must have interest in,
You must obey.
When they tell you to ignore the one who pines for you,
You must obey,
Ignore all words, ignore your heart, ignore your debt, ignore your guilt,
You must obey.
When told to be subservient to one who does not move you,
You must obey.
When he tells you to abandon being public, isolates you,
You must obey,
What to think, what to believe, what to care for, what to dream of,
You must obey.
And when you’re done obeying and the world...
He walked a lonely road, but he had himself for company.
More than could be said for those who burned themselves in effigy.
He did not have to find himself, seek approbation in another,
He did not have to sell himself, in hopes of a new lover.
Unlike them he no fear of accepting who he was,
Though alone, he was at peace with all his strengths and all his flaws.
And he watched as those who weren’t played themselves for fools,
Clamoring for disappointment, following the vanity of others’ rules....
She did not want was was offered her,
Rejecting what was sincere and new,
Coveting only of what she already knew, taken or not
She set her sights upon a limited few.
Wooing by double entendre,
Tempting them with her slit,
The succubus would take them,
What of their families, she did not give a shit.
Flirting with those not hers,
Those who belonged to others,
Secret late-night missives,
That is what suited her devilish druthers.
But she told others she was just being nice,
While sowing the seeds...
Water Bearer sun and Capricorn rising,
Tiger moon with a dragon on the horizon,
Too intense for the false soul to bear,
Spending his days in his heart-vacant lair.
Waiting for the next phony, vulgar lout, 'the one' from the past who has never shown any interest, but, all of a sudden, decides he needs you ... when he has no one else ... and he comes with money, though nothing he earned himself. Can’t be alone forever and can’t admit a mistake … must take him … as they take you, without real want.
Convenience, my dear, not love.
Or, maybe, some stranger, essentially, an acquaintance of your crowd or from an app frequented by monsters … those no one wants …...