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Alone

With venom he speaks loud his rage.
It takes no time to express his need for revenge. 
The depths of her betrayal takes emotions, locks him in a cage.
I see only a fragment of the heart she left singed.

What she took deepens as his soul bleeds.
His scars grow, eyes blacken as he weaves her web.
Angry, tattered he speaks of the times he gave in to his twisted need. 
Nothing I see or hear declare his prisons ebb.

Betrayal turned to resolve make alone his new creed.
A thick wall without doors protect his ravaged heart.
Her ruthless actions stole his fire, his passion gone, complete.
Try as I might missing are the words hope will impart.

My attempts to comfort fall on the empty soul of a man. 
Time heals yet for some it serves only to deepen sorrow. 
All women are the same, they lie, cheat, set men up, scheme, plan.
He lives in her web, she won, he is lost...no tomorrow.

November 8, 2014.  © Becky Jo Gibson, All rights reserved

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Till Death They Did Part

She felt as if God himself introduced them. 
Her other half was laid gently into place.
Destiny found her and nothing mattered except him.

He felt her before he saw her face.
She was the woman from his dream.
Destiny found him and nothing mattered except her.

Thirty years later nothing matters except each other.
Hearts beat as one and passion reigns.
Two became one and true love grows stronger.

The coupling between these two is complete. 
Nothing can come between them; not even death. 
The bond so tight even life ended together.

Becky Jo Gibson

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Closure

My strength slips into darkness.
The dagger that cut my core.
My blood pours over smiles.
Laughter caught in the deception.
Great is the hole left in me.
Sorrow the only constant.
You leave emptiness behind.
Thank you for closure.
Nothing binds me to you.
You died in my blood.

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Words Eating At My Soul

Be quiet, don't rock the boat, do you really have to go there...
Yes I do, I am alive with words.
Alive because of words.

Silence for this writer is a cage without an exit.
An excellent way to drive me mad.
Unspoken they fester and take root in negative soil.

I see what others see and choose to ignore.

I don't ignore the pink elephant in the middle of the room.
I encourage her to be loud, get peoples attention.
To give birth to communication and healthier exchanges with others.

Not hiding from truth.
Embracing self awareness without blame or regret.

My words inspire, help, anger, sometimes enrage.
The truth does that at times.

Denial  is so tenacious that I must match resolve.

Unspoken, ignored they eat at my spirit.
Opening me up to fear, insecurity, confusion.

For me to say it is to breathe.

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Riverbed Fools

San Diego Riverbed, our home.
It has an allure for total fools.
Homeless people who are not allowed.
We risk jail to stay near her water.
To toxic to drink unless treated.
A lovely place to live, no rent due.
We create communities that work.
Together we must play cat and mouse.
The police our only predators.  
A task force of eight hunt hard for us.
The game played by our rules for now.
They are winning and the loss cuts deep.

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Only God

Four years...close to that anyway.
Enough time to create many ghosts.
My today's filled with space taken.
Deep rooted memories of time spent with you.
Actually more time without you has passed.
My heart knows only us in time.
See... My heart is wrapped in lights.
Only yours.
Every light shines for you.
Alone though it may be, it shines bright and true
For you. 
I want to forget.
Let you go.
Take out your lights and break them ät your feet.
A show of I AM DONE.
My done!
None would believe such a crazy thing.
Especially you. 
You see the light. 
Are the light. 
You know it.
When it flickers you react.
Push or pull, matters not. 
Response is enough.
You need my need.
It feeds you.
My love for you is as true as it comes.
Feeding the us in whatever way necessary.
Attention is attention after all.
Can you imagine me not loving you?
Right there in front of you.
Where you predicted I'd be.
Feeling. 
Knowing.
Peaceful.
Content.
Content in knowing that no matter what you have my love.
Feel it?
Does it cause you to pause?
When do you see me in your life?
When do I come to mind?
I rank.
Even a low rank is ranking.
Not gone.
Not done. 
There. 
A love so complete yet I feel so incomplete.
There.
In front of you.
I wish I could hate you. 
Do you want me to?
Please show me how if you do!
If not than just KNOW... The light shines for you.
Only you!
None can come between you, me and your light.
You hold the key.
Until you release me!
Only God shines brighter.
Only God!

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Walk That Mile

To say I love you seems so trite. 
I love you, this I know for sure.
In the beginning we felt right.
My love began strong and pure.

For a time I could see your feelings grow.
I believed we had a chance at bliss. 
We shared dreams, had a natural flow.
It started for me before our first kiss.

I have tried to be rid of the love I feel. 
Yet despite ugly yesterday's and 
an uncertain tomorrow.
When I say I love you know it's real.
A love that reeks of joy, free of sorrow. 

I am the one who can walk that mile. 
Who can lift you up and raise your spirit high.
To laugh, dance, sing, create smiles.
Real, complete, accepting, a life free of lies. 

By Becky Jo Gibson 
To Taj Legacy

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Ego Full of Lies

Your lies have not gained truth.
Told over and over they reek of crap.
Unnecessary yet still you persist.
Draped in fantasy as you try to rap.

I watch people looking puzzled every time.
Your not old enough for the life you claim.
Your stories full of ego and bad boy illusions.
You are a good man, this need to lie a shame.

Who are you under the stories you tell?
The joking masked rapper from our first date?
The silly dancing man who came calling years back?
I'd like to see the real you step up to the plate.

Your ego is not the real you my dear man.
The stories are like a shadow on you.
Created to impress the fans you hope to gain.
Truth, a new muse for you to become the real you.

February 14, 2017

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Protected In Pain

protected I sit alone
lacking the comfort of love
no one to soothe my isolation
surviving an angry crowd
i want to scream out loud
where is my equal
someone strong in spirit
able to find love under the pain
pain from slights of countless people
love not gone
just covered up tight
out in the open
what others see
not the real me
pain that has a life of it's own
taking my laughter
eating away at my joy
leaving me protected and alone

Becky Jo Gibson