Murder On My Mind

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Could I take love and push it out the door
Make it to die and breathe of life no more
Could I take love and with a spear impale
To make it breathe it’s last, I would not fail

Could passion be a personified I’d try
To beat and torment, then I’d make it die
Desire would be next my wrathe to taste
I'd murder it for what it’s laid to waste

I would inflict the cruelest agony
For what imposters these have done to me
I’d close my ears to cries of mercy made
Until I bury them and turn the spade

For they have only gifted grief and pain
And clothed my heart in shrouds of the insane

Eileen

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/14/2015 7:48:00 AM

This Rocks! A strange reaction it actually elicited some laughter. I know it's supposed to be dark but for me it somehow had the opposite effect. The Queen of Passion bashing love over the head with a metophorical shovel!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/14/2015 8:27:00 AM

Glad I made you smile! ;) Queen of Passion hasn't done shoveling the dirt on top of the coffin...wanna give me a hand? ;) Thanks for the visit.....You made the dark...light. Hugs

Shane Cooper

Date: 5/14/2015 5:31:00 AM

Wonderful poem little dolphin, but I do not believe for a moment that you would want to destroy your love and passion. If you could personify passion you would find yourself looking in a mirror. And if your heart is clothed in insane then the world is already in a padded cell. you cannot know the meaning of grief and pain if you have not experianced joy and ecstasy first. love Shane xxx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/14/2015 8:33:00 AM

Splish Splash....you only see good in me, Shane. That is one of your most endearing qualities as a friend. That's what friends are for.....Thanks for the insightful comment. :) I do think I have been given a passion overdose by the powers that be. It can be a blessing and a curse....Hugs!!!

Nandita Das

Date: 5/14/2015 3:23:00 AM

Oh the sweet outpourings of a broken heart!!! Your writes drip with passion and deep feelings. I know they bring healing. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem. Loved reading this. 7

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/14/2015 8:32:00 AM

Yes, writing is good therapy. You are a wise woman, dear. Sending you lots of hugs.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/14/2015 12:56:00 AM

To murder love passion and desire,is ro take your life away..Is for you to suffocate...Or you can murder those who try to steal away the love and passion you have ..those who dress you in shrouds and call you insane for guving the love again and again.An amazing poem Eileen.I would never stop writing of love..and I know you wont too..cuz love breathes in you.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/14/2015 8:31:00 AM

You know me well, my sweet. It just felt good to write something like this. I needed to write it...and I felt good writing it. I'll write sop and mush soon enough. Love you. Hugs