lines go
through a vine
growing deep
in a well drowning
a theme of loss unspoken
goes unsaid
I get it
your loss goes
on rhyming
with
mine.

They flowed easy the tears of her
In her core was a kindness’ river
With a heart of gold a love too pure
Her bags were full with pains to endure!

Married at teen and a widow too soon
Her youth dark dimmed an eclipsed moon
Dragged to abyss and feasted upon
Bereft a blood she could call her own!

A wonder her life though ravaged much
Growing not hard she broke to the touch
Would come to grief at others’ pain
Her cheeks overflowing in sobbing rain!

As a child I felt at a time now far
On one short span spent with her
When my innocence could easily tell
Neath her frame was an earthly angel!

Wasn’t a beggar returned from door
A stray unfed to die on the road
She was there with a saving aid
Her own life though was left unpaid!

As I write this rebel locked tears
Break floodgates of long lost years
Reveals from the mist a haloed face
Of an angel of love and godly grace!

You hit me like its fun,
Having you in my life
Is making the strands
Of my sanity come undone.
  
No apologizing, like it was
Ok to smack me up. What have
I done to earn this lack of respect,
I thought you loved me,
Where has it gone.
  
"I could leave you"
"But I have no where to go"
But may be it was only in anger
That you do this,
I don't really know.
  
I wish to heal, the bruising fades,
As well as my hope, you think it
Normal but my life is not as I
Wished, I am nearly lost all hope.
  
A last hit was the one that
Finished the job, where once
There was love, that feling now gone.
I lie still on the floor
The last hit and my life now **gone.

There is poetry in my blood.
Some blood in my poetry, like that
Fresh from a broken heart
On a band-aid lip kissing
Old pain into fresh pleasure,

And promising truth, comfort and
Loyalty within a blizzard of rose
Petals and cotton candy dandelion,
Being easier to believe than anything
Else ever.

There's poetry in my blood. Cells
Red as new love; white cell soldiers
Devouring infectious threats; poison
Lies and painful heartless behaviour
Such as infidelity or being broken

Up with, in a bed at night; in a
Blossoming garden, or worse,
With a pen in hand, mid-love,  
Mid-poem; mid-
Heartbeat.