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Her body was a wonderland for him to explore
Because he could and because she gave it all
He had tasted this before and now he finds it hard to stop
Life’s most exotic desire
he craves it like a malnourished child. she pops,
His ecstasy, she wanted love and they made it
In his car and in a sea of blankets, the sea parted
Like Jesus and the miracle
They never stopped exploring, learning, trying
Feb 14th they played harder , she offered him more than he asked
Fulfilled dreams and fantasies,
While She lay waiting in the promises and Her unknown pain
The pain was unknown to Her yet She knew
But She held on to the faith, in the belief
That this was something special
For Her and for Him
But She waited at the corner of His house, in the cold
The wind cutting Her, deep slashes across Her eyes so that She wouldn’t see
For they had love to share, to embrace
Love that She felt for the first time, Her heart had weakened and wanted to be looked after
But it ended, Her pain continued, and like a cycle He returned
This time the promises felt real, the love felt true, and the bond was growing
But the night was misty and it stayed like that for very long time.
The black cloud followed Her everywhere but She was not aware
Not aware that the storm was going to fall and Her tempest would awaken.
That the curtains had not changed and the show still continued.
The sheets on which She held on to him stroking His hair, telling Him of Her love
he used it unlawfully and through the night
A sweaty tangle of sheets
she begged for more
And so one day Her and His Destructed. Her life was taken for granted
Her love was toyed with, Her trust destroyed and Her pain became known
Her inner pain She avoided, surfaced and took Her breath away
She doesn’t walk away but watches Him walk away from Her.
She will never know the full truth, the mist is not yet close to clearing up
But She continues on suffocating and burning
Waiting impatiently for the day She can breathe and let go.
God Save Her Soul. It Cries.
Form:
7/25/21. Hope Cycle
Grief, like Love, is a seasonal thing.
It comes and seems to last forever,
Driving its tentacles deeper
Than it seems possible to penetrate;
Forcing the oozing of emotions
It didn’t seem possible to touch.
And then, entangled, the LovePain ended.
Flash floods or feathery, frozen throws
Would break through and blanket everything
Once that in-between lull had passed.
You know! That timeless, mesmerizing fog
Hiding pathways to or from the heart.
Drought is its own season in Love and Grief.
Odd to see a whirlpool frozen
Right where it had spun so wildly.
More quickly, the meltdown takes all,
As if the process could drain all the pain.
Winter always has to take its stand.
All living things have a right to die
No matter how enchanted their time seemed.
It makes no sense to bury beauty
When joy and appreciation soared.
The last snowfall gives birth to Spring.
The cycle emits a sprig breaking ground;
Little promise moments catch the heart,
Removing the detours to Memory and Hope.
Lessons in Seasons and Language
Sometimes have to be experienced
As mountaintops climbed and enjoyed;
Along with plummeting hard from clifftips
That were too sharp to hold on too long.
No matter how transcendent the view
In the descent, all deeply etch within.
Unwelcome Summer sauntered back in,
With its snapshots of all that is no more.
Yet the sun radiates Promise!
Because one life was so powerf’ly real
Lessons speak louder than loss can block.
Look at the garden beginning to grow again…
So funny, but it doesn’t ask me
For permission to begin once more:
That which died brings its own.
Instead, a mirror in the dew sees me
Stepping from one garden to the next.
Now that I’ve learned how to sow myself
Wisdom says, It’s time to teach another.
Pain and Hurt is the worse
Especially when inflicted by the one you love the most
Then the cycle begins--- you hurt me--- I hurt you
But if you become the inflictor should you too?
Do what that person did to you Amplified
Take out that pain and anger until the score is Tied
But does that really make it even
When the damage of the pain still haunts like a demon
I know pain and hurt firsthand
I'm like a pin-cushion, I have taken more than I can stand
Now I get to decide how to even the score
Two choices- turn to a whore- or walk out the door
Either choice I decide though will still inflict pain
But would you stay & forgive me - or do the same
Oh my bad you don't get a choice right
I stayed through the pain and hurt does that make it alright?
Did you think years later your actions would have this response?
I'm human and I hurt too - Painful
Now I'm dishing it out verbally and you can't stand it
Well to you I say this is the person you created
I know---- She's Bold- Creative- and you hate it
You see the Jaini YOU ALL thought you knew so well
In the end time will telll
All you thought you knew bout her has been replaced
She did some soul searching and instead of hiding she's in your face
Bold isn't she---- To say the least
Anything other than that would be of the least
I've taken all the pain and hurt
Dug a 6- foot hole and put them in the dirt
Placed a Tombstone on it that READS:
"Buried- Hurt & Pain
"Dig up at your own risk--- As there are no human remains
She stands before you "smiling" stronger than ever
Saying "thought pain and hurt would break me"NO NEVER
I have heard angels fly on golden wings
And I believe they do
Doves represent the purest form of love
And I suppose that’s true
Sweetheart there is a simple fact
That I wish you to know
The beauty of both the Angels and Doves
Live inside your soul
Sweetheart you are an angel
Precious as can be
With a love that is pure
As a snow white doves could ever be
As I sit here in this prison
I am left to fight
All the pain of being separated
From my hearts delight
I am starting to understand
The pain of prison blues
Because I know without a doubt
Another filled my shoes
There is nothing to excuse
Nothing to forgive
Even though time has stopped for me
You must continue to live
It is only now I can see
What I’ve done to you
Leaving you in a situation
Forced to do what you must do
As you do, what you must do
I wish you to know
That I am praying to the Lord above
To protect your soul
When they finally set me free
With tears in my eyes
On the wings of Angels and Doves
Straight to you I’ll fly
We shall share a precious gift
Given to us by God above
Then delivered to the two of us
On the wings of Angels and Doves
The gift I speak of at the end
of this poem was our daughter
Michaela. After hearing she was
born I didn't get another letter
for over a year. Prison teaches
one all about pain and heartache.
I wrote poems and mailed them home
everyday during that year and finally
right before my release I received a
letter. That was one of the happiest
days of my life for I knew I could
go home. I will never put my family
at risk again for I found my heart
and soul that year. thank you
I don’t really understand
my heart.
Never have
nor could I try,
even from the start.
For chooses it,
it is never I,
not one from another
to love -
now it is you
I sadly sigh.
Why?
To question again?
Not at all, I.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
For once loves spell
and cupids bow fastened secure
in heart,
both pain and joy are felt.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
To whom the others
my love affect,
know I yet,
undo not-
nor forget.
.
Useless.
Pointless.
To reason away.
Selfish desire I admit.
My soul did you revitalize
this aging body seat.
For I believed
love forever,
given by cupids bow:
would not find favor-again
in my sour bitter meat.
For once I did lose,
when love so quickly struck
deep her cupids arrow.
My lesion unhealed
the arrow broken
remains
naught to pluck.
Repair I know
never this heart.
For when you-
another
did strike my sneering soul
to bleed afresh
my wound did make.
Two arrows
pierce
the writer of this verse.
One is recent
the other done.
I however
with wisdom will
not allow
this love to kill.
For know I well
this love-too
no fruit can come.
For it bears
no blossom.
No sweet smell
to fill my soul.
Breath in.
Restore.
Rather only
potential
and nothing more.
Knowing this
remove I shall
if not cupids cruel bow
as no mortal man, can .
Knowing this
remove I shall
the pain it stuck.
Loves illusion
From this man.
A sweet pill
to forget.
I search and dedicate
This to find
And will
erase you
from my mind.
Form:
A very Beautiful Woman, with long Flowing Raven Hair : excites the Heart
Her Cherubim face, the body of a goddess , God’s Perfection : Heavenly ART
Deep Brown Eyes, searching the Skies ; Seeking the Relief of “ SORROW “
Looking AWAY “from Today” ALWAYS Remembers “ Yesterday ‘ - “ TOMORROW “
Forlorn ; These Tearful EYES , Cry : “ dry “ , unloosens the Pain of a Broken Heart
The Pain never Ceases ; The Heartbeat Increases ; an Ebony work of “ A R T “
YOU Know That YOUR LOVED Ones : Wait ; at the “ PEARLY GATE “
Life in YOUR Eyes : Tears do not Cry anymore : such is the Lonesome’s : “ FATE “
The Pain I Feel when I Look into YOUR , Doe Brown Eyes Eyes So Full of “ SORROW “
Sorrow I have Seen the Mystery of the Past : In the History of LIFE “I See :
"T O M O R R O W”
So Many Prayers , I have Prayed For YOU; Please do not Prove Me : Am I UNTRUE ??
The Silence of a Roaring Tear Sliding down YOUR Cheek : Is Well Over DO
Tears are red Flags, of Desperation: The Tears in YOUR Eyes : “ INSPIRATION “
I feel YOUR Pain, YOUR Agony, YOUR Loss of a LOVED One, the eyes of Creation
Eyes of LOVE , that burrows into Your Soul , Eyes of LOVE; in Sadness
Never " Grow "
Like the aging of the Magnificent Oak; the Sorrow of ages Spoke: in Her Eyes
Forever " Glow "
Inspired By a Blog Picture of Constance La France
~ Dedicated To Constance La France a Rambling POET
With LOVE : ALWAYS - Constance ’ YOUR Liege…Harry ( HG )
You'd looked at me, and said,
"Why?"
And you know what I wanted to say?
I love you. Always have,
Always will,
And it's really sad to say-
We've been fighting-
too much lately
And I never get a break
This,
mixed with everything else,
Is getting harder to work with every day
So I take my pain out this way,
As punishment-
For my mistakes
Instead, I said,
"There's too much going on;
This is how I take the pain away."
Which is almost truth,
But even so,
It's not what I wanted to say
So I did it again,
As part of my plan,
Because I lied, again, today
Lier and cheat,
But in discreet,
Just nasty all the way
It's what I've become,
And all I've done,
Is let it progress in every way
Satan's control,
Is too strong not to hold,
So he manipulates my soul, and it's decay
Only your hold,
Could steal my soul,
But you're too blind, with priorities aray
Keen, quick, and smart,
Your skills are an art,
But your sensitivity doesn't work the same
Oblivious to others' emotions,
Gives the strong notion, that you only care for yourself,
And none other remain
But it's not true,
They're blind to the true you,
And it's driving me insane
Your better than that,
Amazing, at that,
And I never want you to change
Please save me from this,
You're the only thing that could dismiss,
This anxiety in my brain
I will be gone,
For a time, really long,
Unless you save my soul from decay
Because when everyone's gone,
And I feel lost and gone,
You stay on my mind, all the same
Some people may never know the full fills of life, because of the pain they have endured;
All I can say is take that pain and little bit more. Because true love is worth waiting
For, I understand that pain hurts and love from flesh likes to transform. But when it is a
God giving love when you're broke it can weather through the storm.
Just a little bit more of these lonely nights, praying to my God that he makes it right!
For love is blind and I have lost my sight, on this thing call will, because I have none to
fight. For another day of being scared of my own sight, but I will take a little bit more
of this pain because I'm a sore loser and I don't like to lose the fight. So I will take a
Little bit more even though I have lost my might.
Why must this pain be given to me, and why is it so hard for me to focus on the things
that I cannot see? Because there is a demon of hatred that is lock deep inside of me! But
if I never forgive me, him and them; then true love will never be found by me. Because I’m
Blinded by the things that I do see.
Just a little bit more, but I have nothing worth waiting for. But it was I who said true
love was worth waiting for. But I love nothing now and forever more, but someone and
something is worth this pain that I must endure until the day comes and my Lord is
knocking at my door. So I will take this pain and little bit more...
BY: Clarence B. Bowser Jr. the III
I notice a sparkle,
A glow… Matching the light shining from his halo,
That he proudly wears as he continues to watch over me…
He is my guardian angel.
I look into his eyes and melt inside his arms,
As I escape away from this place.
I enter a dimension where pain is non-existent …
And the thought of living in a world of hell could never be the case.
…With him, I feel safe.
My insecurities take over my soul.
My doubts start to control my mind.
I don’t want to loose this precious gift that God has blessed me with…
…The one that I have silently prayed for over time.
If I could let time stand still,
And live every moment with him forever,
Would I ever…?
Should I ever…?
Feel the pain from the worries of the future that I’m scared to face today?
He is my love.
He is my heart.
He is my companion…
…For we should never part.
If he was to leave,
My heart would indeed die if he were not to stay.
If I ever found out that I could not live and die with him in unison,
Then I should feel the need to die that day.
My motivation.
My inspiration.
God has finally given me my lifelong gift.
I will take his hand,
And follow God’s plan.
He is the guy that I shall escape to heaven with.
My angel will one day rescue me.
This I know from his beautiful eyes.
They tell a story of true everlasting love,
And that paradise will one day become our lives.
Pearl
The pearl is precedence
A quiet resting creature who but deigns to live and die
When life inserts hard measure
Surrounds with gentle folds
And turns its pain to treasure
But lesson more than learning
That time alone will show
Already tells me nothing
Ah pearl, I do not already know
This tiny hurt of love was left, so like a grain of sand
When last she made to go
Time graced my heart to understand
Ah pearl, I know
I know
Emptiness would rest
Without that grain of hurt
So 'round its pain I grow
'till hard layered shell disguise the thing
Ah pearl, I know
I know
Oyster-man lie quiet
There's nothing left to do
Save gently rock in a sea of time
And grow 'round the grain of love she left in you
Encase it in a luster of multicolored hue
Mixed of tear and hope and memories
Of when your love, loved you
Hard over hard, and slow
'tis not an easy shell to grow
when years of time have rolled by thee
if some forsaken scientist from curiosity
Should wonder at your core
And crush your opalescent majesty
From vain wanting to know more
Perhaps in wonder he would see
That tiny grain of sand that hurt you so
it caused a thousand-layered soul to cover it
and brought beauty borne of pain that it might never show
But I would not have to open you see what made you grow-
Ah, precious hearted pearl
I know,
I know.