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Step Inside the Storm

Calm in the center of the carnage, inaction seen by detached retinas Silently viewing societal norm walls falling Violently by lewd winds toppling ... house of marked cards folding Rendezvous bluff blowing in the bedroom again, lust treasure memories buried under closet debris sin Like a thief in the night, you always wanna take out more than you put in Step lightly into the storm building inside of you Blow the farm silo doors down, set the milch cow on the barn roof Step darkly into the center of the storm, Rest your troubled mind inside the heart of the dead calm Wait until the storm is abated and gone Then, go outside of yourself ... see the wreckage everywhere The twisted limbs of your lovers strewn in shocked poses of incredulity Look of lonely etched on their faces, saying: How could you, baby, do this to me ... Why did you leave me outside to die horribly? Blowing them a kiss, you shovel them into piles of compost Fertilizer love turning them into ground feed, and as soon as you finish the dirty deed Another tornado is forming, another hurricane is coming Step inside the fury swirling, sit inside of the storm, where it’ll be safe Every new lover wanna shelter there, but they came to the wrong-hearted place This poem was inspired by a poem titled "The Evolution of a Broken Heart" by the talented poetess, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

Date: 3/8/2018 7:39:00 AM

Well, I love storms...I remember the time a firestorm blew off course through the sugar cane fields, killing a milking cow and her poddy calf, the Bull roared like Hell had arrived that night...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 3/8/2018 7:39:00 AM

we used to drink warm milk straight from the can as kids, walking barefoot through manure, the patties were still steaming, early morning winters before the milk van came to collect from the vat with all the barn cats hanging around purring for more milk....I can feel a tornado brewing in the bowels of my mind...another story for another time. Of course your poem is a huge compliment with a message. And beautifully composed. Thank you FR.x Love and Joy to you.

Silent One

Date: 3/8/2018 5:47:00 AM

Leanne wrote an excellent poem and your is out there also, nice to see a bit of the romantic warrior sneaking out, but still a bit suppressed... great pen my brother..

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 3/8/2018 7:57:00 AM

So not suppressed...'subtle', that's a better word.

Charlie Smith

Date: 3/6/2018 1:05:00 PM

You always write with such profound strength Freddie, This one is no exception, well done my friend...