Death of Bruce, My Friend
Bruce, my puppy died so very , very long ago
buried him in a grave deep beneath the snow
Vanished, the days of tramping wood and field
no more would such joy his countenance yield
Looking back seeing more sweet joy than sad
thank God and childhood for blessings we had
Remembering well the nights he slept in my bed
often climbing up to lay beside my little head
Attempting to crush memories of his sad fate
yet thinking of him often, so often as of late
A hero the time he attacked that poisonous snake
getting snakebit instead for his master's sake
A friend, a love , no greater has a boy ever had
In dog Heaven he awaits and I am so very glad
note:
I had Bruce from age five years old until age
eleven. Six wonderful years, blessed years and
sweet years!
Even now at sixty not a week goes by that I don't
think of him , his loyalty and his faithful love.
I wrote this about twenty years ago. Found it
today in a scrap book , with no date attached but
remember writing it one week before Christmas in 1994.
Found the Christmas card from a dear friend(now departed)
right there with it...
Categories:
snakebit, appreciation, best friend, dog,
Form: Sonnet
one inch of insanity transforms into a million mile monster
lands of love and life turn into demonic dumpsters
chemical confusion in supernatural pain
victims get injested in the belly of the beast
from the last and the least to the high and the mighty...with psychopathic power the fire is igniting
fallen like angels in the ashes of addiction
streets once made of gold...now they're leading to perdition
black holes and bottomless pits...pretty faces get you snakebit
popped like a zit with an empty clip
skeletons and scarecrows you know them by name
empty and hallow...sin runs deep and leaves you shallow
skin and bones and a shattered soul...shoplifting in satans store
mutilated and mangled by a monster called more
Categories:
snakebit, sad
Form: Rhyme
killed with a kiss...cold in the coffin my corpse sits
lowered in the ground in a shallow grave
killed with a kiss now i'm her soul slave
killed with a kiss with lips dripping lust
loves rots away and turns into rust
killed with a kiss she lies with evil eyes and dark disguises
another sick surprize she brings my demise
killed with a kiss i turn and twist...
on a bed of roses and thorns
sweet innocence turns into savage scorn
surrounded by flames we make love in the fire pumping blood,sweat,and rage
she's got me blinded and bound in her black velvet cage
killed with a kiss she's like rags into riches and diamonds in ditches
she swings steely whips and switches
she's erotic and eratic she changes the channel and i turn into static
i run like a rabbit cause she's the wolf of my addiction
she's a homocidal habit
killed with a kiss i get snakebit
i scream a primal scream as the undertaker sings
killed with a kiss...dead at the crime scene
Categories:
snakebit, fantasy, love, kiss,
Form: Verse