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Tuesday, 15 January 2013

The Widowed Heart of Love

Do you want to be a ghost of lovers, premature 
Is that what this is, a ghost of memory 

Why do you taunt and court 
The casket that walks beside the henchmen 

Chasing thorns, that crown the alien misery 
Calling it your own, begging to be crucified 

"I beg of you to bring night to my day" as cry  
Insisting on a funeral with pros-session 

Calling on death star, for your breathing living heart 
Has no more to give, though filled with pump 

To announce its death while blood 
Runs through each beating veins, alive  

Why do you insist on pouring acid 
On fertile lands, rich and wanting 

Just so you can qualify for mourner's cloth 
And say, "I have been widowed like the Scottish window" 

To qualify to announce your heart is no more with love 
Broken and bleeding to death on roses dry 

"See see; here lies the casket with my heart 
Embrace me with condolence for I am love poor"  

Embrace me, all who witness 
For my heart is dead and I have been widowed 

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  1. Why do you insist on pouring acid
    On fertile lands, rich and wanting

    Just so you can qualify for mourner's cloth
    And say you have been widowed

    dang man....we def self harm when our emotions get the best of us...maybe not physically but...and wear that mourning well...

  2. "Taunt and court"

    Very much so...


    Mark Butkus

  3. One's heart in a casket... I have been there before. It's a good thing the heart is so resilient.


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