When sometimes, I write something real
my hands feel broken
as if I were a dysfunctional keyboard
that could only hammer back
at wild tumbling thoughts.
Forehead resting on clenched knuckles,
masochistically thanking
a bruised mind
for each self-inflicted blow.
It should not be this way,
I should feel uplifted and inspired,
but broken hands
can be as heavy as fallen rocks
and I must wait
for the road ahead to be cleared away.
Once a lost and lonely soul
Too torchered to ever see
That a man could come in my life and know
All the beauty that hid in me
You showed me ways to live and love
A life I never thought could be
You taught me things that no one could
You set my fragile soul forever free
Before you I did suffer long
Experiencing life truly masochistically
For I cannot blame my troubled soul
On anyone else but me
I praise the day that God brought you
I was out walking randomly
And on your Harley you flew by
Yet still you noticed me
Since that day our life began
It was an act of serendipity
On that day I was gifted love
And thank God eternally
For a love that grows hard and strong
As Strong as an ironwood tree
And this is also why I thank God
for turning you to me
I know within my heart of hearts
That you are my destiny
Because all it took was just one man
Who's belief changed all of me
And again, this is why I thank God
For turning I to we.
Returning from a one-sided
love affair
on a full tank of unleaded love.
It didn’t help matters much
with Roy Orbison singing
“It’s over” on the radio;
I made an attempt to turn it off
but I just couldn’t do it.
I was masochistically mesmerized:
hearing only his voice
lamenting its familiar, few last lyrics:
“It's over, it's over,
it’s over… it’s o...ver.”
Indeed, it was!
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