There’s a place upon the hearth
never bare of lovers hearts with shattered
madness, torn desires, love’s broken promise
gladness flogged to death with sheer delight,
every step along the road of
kindness given …
ask the floggers, the madness drivers,
the ones who make the hurt
they’ll tell you
It’s non of their concern.
I see them now I’ll see them again
hidden from the sight of gentle awareness
stealing the fruit of their desire.
I see lovers besieged,
held prisoner in bonds of despair and sorrow,
false love turned shrapnel with cruel intent
injurious to the soul
rotten to the core with usury
the flesh of gladness taken then
Those unstable lovers,
those usually male forces they
lose bits of their lives every
single day they reap the sacrifices that are made for them.
A bleak reminder to all who seek love
look first before you leap for love
grab and hold to what you know is real
not what you long for
be patient for what you seek
impatient for love’s deceit all who
seek to steal your precious
life away with their conceit.
Those lovers of deceit
they never hold on
they squander what is good they
convince the good they’re good to
serve their fleshy purpose
they maintain their facade
they are masters of disguise those mean
users, abusers, confusers, bastard misers, thwarted useless
pliers of lover’s wills, stolen hearts broken bonds
of trust and truth, thwarting lives of Hope.
within the realm of its desire ..
Rotten fruit given in return for
life’s most precious