O wretched lover,
Teller of tales,
Bringer of hate,
You failed me
Wicked may the pain be in your heart,
Burning long,
Burning deep
O wretched whore,
Eyes sunken and drawn,
Lips stained purple,
Your plan failed
Outside is a lie
Inside your garden,
Life is knocking on Heaven’s door
O wretched child,
Innocent and pure,
Conceived in thoughtless haste,
Mother failed you
You won’t be spared
Death is your only deliverance
From your watery tomb
O wretched lover,
Hollow soul,
Evil liar,
You failed you,
Failed us all
My heart is dead
To the tears you shed
© 2010 JB. All rights reserved.
Missed you, my darling!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Thanks Izzie for dropping in. I missed you too and I missed blogging.
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jbxo
I love your dark side!
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Nice work. I liked this one.
ReplyDeleteA lot of repressed pain coming from that one! I enjoyed it though, passion in poetry is so key to my appreciation of it, whether this means a positive or negative energy!
ReplyDeleteAnna i love that you love my dark side lover!!! I miss you. do you miss me?
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jbxoxox
Jeff, thank-you for the kind words.
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jbxo
Stephen, thanks a lot and your right good or bad poetry is a way for me express how i feel.
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jbxo
Ahhh... beautiful and chock full of good cheer. Happy are the dark at heart. And by the way, I cut a fart.
ReplyDeleteFirst timer to this blog. I likey a lot. Btw, people often confuse pessimists with realists, don't they?
Kelly
Nice, plenty of emotion, I just hope the darkness had nothing to do with you real life, and that yours is a happy one.
ReplyDeletenice post my frienD; i like writing, and your words;you write very well an i liked; i continue to reading...
ReplyDeletebest reguards!
I think the wretched whore lives down the street from me...nice poem.
ReplyDeleteBo..thanks for dropping in and I think the wretched whore is my neighbour so I feel for you buddy.
ReplyDeletecheers,
jb
let's go back to the part about the garden ...
ReplyDelete@larry...who's garden are you thinking of? dirty little boy...thanks for the stop by.
ReplyDeletelove the poem
ReplyDelete-Gina :]