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I did a psychopath test
And failed miserably.
I am so glad.
Apparently, my capacity to be hurt
Is far, far greater
Than my capacity to hurt
Which is reassuring,
As at times, this year,
I have felt like a monster
Worthy of the orange jumpsuit,
The media sensation,
And the lurid reputation.
But the test tells me to be careful,
That many others don't share my "well developed conscience"
And will damage me, beyond repair,
These others, they don't care.
Beloved, aching poets,
Beware, Beware, Beware.
 Dec 2013 Tara Carmen
ARR
waiting
       waiting
              waiting
hands on dripping hips
heads hung, lashes laced
waiting, the waves were
              fading
       fading
fading
gone. but! what's that?
you missed us?
we missed you too
slowly
       slowly
              slowly
with sweet beckoning
and gentle coaxing
from our pruning lips
              lightly
       lightly
lightly
the rays rose higher
you could have left
but you came back
thank
       you
               friend
and we're off! charging forward
laughing!
screaming!
catching

our

breath.



this used to be enough.
Her beauty beyond all he had seen,

God had delivered to this man a Queen;

Her lips, they were moist, and longed for his kiss…

This was the man that fulfilled her wish.





Her past had been dark, with secrets and pain;

Emotions kept back, will soon fall like rain.

One can't always see what's behind someone’s eyes--

Silence blankets the soul when it cries.





The plan was a life like none knew before,

God would reveal for them each open door,

The heart truly hides all mysterious things,

The new lovers soared as if on eagle’s wings.





Flowered fields, and Blue Mountains tall;

A path, a brook, a cool waterfall;

Lovers will laugh and secrets will keep,

A place to make love, and then peaceful sleep.





He prayed to the Lord--only he could stop time!

I must have all eternity with this Queen who is mine!

But the Lord knew the truth of this love and its end;

The dark side would come and his heart would not mend.





She needed a hero for her demons to slay,

And only for her would the demons give way,

Behind her soft eyes was a heart made of stone,

With demons inside she was never alone.





What once was a dream that could never be wrong,

Now turned to a game in which he was her pawn,

Hell hath no fury as a woman unleashed,

She tore out his heart as if she were a beast.





As winds blew the curtains he awoke in the night;

Was this a nightmare--how could this be right?

He called his Queens name as he ran down the stair;

No voice returned--his Queen was not there!





It seems that the demons demanded her soul;

Her lover, her hero, could not pay their toll.

He tried as he might, but would never forget;

His life drifted on, his heart caught by her net.





His loving eyes, in her saw no wrong.

The dreams that he held for her, turned out all wrong.

His love was his weakness, and eyes--they were blind!

She chained up his heart and imprisoned his mind.

©William Power (2012) All rights reserved

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