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264 · Feb 2021
The Repairman
Aj Thomas Feb 2021
I wish things were different,
I want them to go back,
Way back when things were bright,
You and I got along, compromised,
We fought fair,
Never hit below the belt,
Contempt and resentment werent the norm,
Never knew thier name,
When love was all we had,
Yet it was all we needed,
I wish I could go back in time,
Alter the future’s travels,
Divert it’s path,
But retain the lessons,
To know then what I know now,
Maybe it would stop this disaster in it’s tracks,
So it couldn’t take root and spread,
Like a nasty virus we cant seem to shake,
Or at least discover an antidote,
To cure this disease that ails us,
I wish we could wipe the slate clean,
Start all over again,
Keep the good and overlook the bad,
Love more, laugh often and forgive always,
I wish I knew how to get through,
Or at least over the walls we built,
That have formed between us,
To contemplate our choices,
Before the stone is cast,
Before the brick is laid,
I wish we had used steel,
Strong and indestructable,
To build our foundation on,
Our loving marriage is built on,
So the cruel storms of life,
Wouldn’t allow our humble beginning,
Be nothing but a fond memory,
A pile of just rubble and dust,
A wrecking ball of ill feelings,
Crashed through the infinite bond,
Bound by the vows we swore,
The thundering strike of lightning,
Caused by lies and pain,
Separating trust and respect,
Starting oh so small,
If we hadn’t turned a blind eye,
Talked things through,
Maybe it wouldn’t have,
Driven this wedge between us,
Ripping us apart,
Dividing our once stable, rock-solid union,
Shaking the ground beneath us,
I wish we could just,
Be like we used to be,
Back before we knew better,
When we laughed in the face,
Of anyone who ever dared to doubt us,
Or the strength of our love,
Please cant we just fall on our knees,
Pray to the fixer of it all,
The only one who can help us now,
Call on the mercy and grace of the repairman,
Let him fix the house that love built.
132 · Feb 2021
Flames
Aj Thomas Feb 2021
Flames
For the love for the flame is so great,
my heart melts for him ’til the dusk of day.
The night crushes when he’s away,
It hurts, breaks ’til day’s dawn.
His beauty is great,
Wondering mind ’til he sees,
crying is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for him to say “I’m sorry.”
Waiting for the day he wakes up,
Waiting for his flame to burn as hot as mine,
Waiting for one day I can let him go,
So he can come back to me,
Not have such a hold on me,
So I don’t smother out the flame.
105 · Feb 2021
The Witchdoctor
Aj Thomas Feb 2021
Once upon a midnight clear,
Brightly lit by the blood moons light,
I set out on a journey long and far,
To see the Witchdoctor,
Hoping he could cure what pains me,
Conjure up a potion or a brew,
Strong enough to bring back my love so true.
You see, I once thought I had it all,
That I would forever hold it dear,
That I could eternally keep his heart,
I believed I could capture his eye to never wander,
I assumed if I held him close with all my might,
He could never slip away from me,
He would never want to go.
But here I am in the forest,
Pathed paved with great roads ahead of me,
Heavy heart in my hands,
Broken spirit in my bones,
Crushed spirit and clipped wings,
Life in shambles without a drop of glue,
Holding me together, fall apart I shall.
Without my rock to hold me steady,
Without my other half to make me whole,
Oh please tell me do you know where I can find,
This medicine man they speak of,
Who can mend a broken heart,
Who can put my life back together the way it once has been?
My legs are weary,
My soul is tired,
My faith is wavering,
My spirit is broken,
My feelings crushed,
Please say you can help me find the source of which I speak?
So maybe his voodoo magic can conspire,.
Perhaps he can whip up a time machine,
To fix words before they are spoken,
Mistakes before they are made,
Understandings be found before they are misunderstood,
Catch hearts before they hit the floor and are broken beyond remedy,
Hold together a beautiful bond before it is undeniably divided.
My journey is coming to a close,
His cave is but a stones cast away,
Pray he can aide me in my quest,
I am desperate and at his mercy I am,
I need someone's assistance and support,
It must be immediate and right away,
I have not a moment to spare.
For each second that passes is gone forever,
I may never get another opportunity to make amends,
Another moment I must suffer without my sweetheart's embrace,
I cannot bear another day suffering from a broken heart,
Let him wave his magic wand or say his voodoo chant,
I’ll drink whatever potion he concocts or conjures up,
If it will bring my misery and agony to an end.
Please Mr. Witchdoctor I beg of you,
Work your voodoo magic you do so well,
Place a spell or hex on me whatever it is you do,
Say your magic words, do your sacred dance,
Bring my beloved sweetheart back,
Let me forever be near,
Let him be eternally happy even if it is not with me.

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