A stressed out time but wrote it anyway


Self

We are alike but much apart.
Use not your intellect as a weapon.
To destroy lesser mortals.
Who have become playthings,
Disembowel them not at your leisure.

Build a picture in your mind,
Of such a person.
Witness pain and suffering,
Blind anger sweeps my mind,
A suname wave crashes through my dreams,
How dare you treat me as your sacrifice,
To die on the alter of your ego.

Speak not these words in condescending tone.
Cloying honeyed sweet words,
Laced with vitreol and poison.
Drink at the fountain of my life.
Die at the neck of a gutter strewn bottle.
You excuse for a female of the genre.

Hate,despise,revenge,how inadequate these words.
A stake through your heart to make you whole.
You have me on your dogs lead, Freedom lost.
Stay as your idol to the god of deceipt.
Because I continue to believe in a dream.
That you still love me with all your heart.
And I love you more than my life is worth.



Poetry by Sid Gardner
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Written on 2009-03-06 at 02:39

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Kathy Lockhart
those intricate knots of love, much like macrame, twist us in emotional confusion. Where there is much love, hate is just as intent when pain is present. It is confusing, often insane. Love/hate are so close even while complete opposites. However the passion of the two is strong filling us, driving us to a place of the deepest emotions.
This certainly spoke to me in a very powerful way.
thanks for sharing,
kathy
2009-03-06


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
its a tangled web isnt it sid?
keep smiling
its all part of lifes rich bloody tapestry :)
2009-03-06