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Jan 2020 · 38
Yellow Taxi Cab
Hank Love Jan 2020
So here you are leaving again
When things start to get real
I'm done with doing your ***** work
And showing you how I feel

You know I can do much better
I won't take this anymore
Ill take  my chances
There's plenty of opened doors

So heres to the yellow taxi cab
I bet he makes his living from you
It'd save you some money
If you bought the line
And took time to think it through
Theres more to life than the backseat
You know those needles won't do
So heres to the yellow taxi cab
And the road that ends with you

You know you can't hold
A chain on me
I won't let you drag me down
I'm through with taking
The fall for you
I'm tired of being your clown

You know I can do much better
I won't take this anymore
Ill take  my chances
There's plenty of opened doors

So heres to the yellow taxi cab
I bet he makes his living from you
It'd save you some money
If you bought the line
And took time to think it through
Theres more to life than the backseat
You know those needles won't do
So heres to the yellow taxi cab
And the road that ends with you
Jan 2020 · 29
Today
Hank Love Jan 2020
Shes living today
Like theres no tomorrow
Smiling the best that she can
She went outside for
The first time in ages
Said Hello to a stranger
Making new friends

Today was a good day
And shes having
The time of her life
Showing me a side I never knew
But I never knew how
Someone could live today
Like it was the last day of their life

She had plans
And she had her dreams
They've all dissapeared
Behind the machines
She said goodbye
To the Broadway lights
But now her name is written
In the stars in the sky

Today was a good day
And shes having
The time of her life
Showing me a side I never knew
But I never knew how
Someone could live today
Like it was the last day of their life
Jan 2020 · 63
Thank You
Hank Love Jan 2020
It's been another year
And one more mile
Down the road
Life turns the page
And we only age
But our bond will never grow old

Thank you for the years
And the time we once shared
I'm thankful for the memories
And the tears we both bared
My old man once said
All good things they come to an end
By the by we've seen it through
Thank you for being there
Thank you for being you

Everything was better
With you in my corner
You really were
The wind in my sails
How much further I'll travel on
I cannot begin to tell

Thank you for the years
And the time we once shared
I'm thankful for the memories
And the tears we both bared
My old man once said
All good things they come to an end
By the by we've seen it through
Thank you for being there
Thank you for being you

Until then
Farewell my friend
Until my time on Earth is through
Thank you for the life you lived
Thank you for being you
Jan 2020 · 44
Friends
Hank Love Jan 2020
I hope the stars 
Shine brighter than the headlights 
Where friends can be found
On every turn 
That the Lord is with you
Down the road you're on 
And may you cross a bridge 
Before its burned 

Because friends are there 
For the world to see 
Life is easier with a hand in reach 
A friend to have when the nights grow Cold
Someone there when the road is long 

It seems a shame 
That friendship should end 
After every mile together we spent
But life turns the page
And we go our ways 
It sounds absurd 
To let it slip away 

Because friends are there 
For the world to see 
Life is easier with a hand in reach 
A friend to have when the nights grow Cold
Someone there when the road is long
Jan 2020 · 44
If They Saw Me
Hank Love Jan 2020
Here comes another way
For them to break me down
Here comes another day
Another chance to wear the crown
Here comes another day
For them to break my walls
It's the only thing
Protecting what's left of my heart

But I'm not that different
I'm not so unjustified
Theres not much to compare
Between you and I

When will they see
When will they learn
Why don't they build
Instead of burn
Would they see me
If I was the last one standing there
Would they pass me by
Would they care
If they saw me

One more wish
For one more day
One more try
To find my way
I can get by
On my own
With just my bag
And a heart of stone

But I'm not that different
I'm not so unjustified
Theres not much to compare
Between you and I

When will they see
When will they learn
Why don't they build
Instead of burn
Would they see me
If I was the last one standing there
Would they pass me by
Would they care
If they saw me

They're so afraid
To see what I can be
Would they think differently
If they met the real me
Underneath this rough
And weary ***
There's a heart
That wants to learn to love

When will they see
When will they learn
Why don't they build
Instead of burn
Would they see me
If I was the last one standing there
Would they pass me by
Would they care
If they saw me
Jan 2020 · 58
Her
Hank Love Jan 2020
Her
She is a force,
              Not to be reckoned with.
I am the lighthouse,
               And she is the tide.
Moving further away.
Jan 2020 · 34
Religion
Hank Love Jan 2020
She could see the signs 
On the highway
Listening to the voice 
On the radio 
Shes a working girl
Who loves the Lord 
Because The Bible tells her so 
In the rearview mirror 
She sees the lights 
And a life of prostitution 
They say he works in mysterious ways 
And that's where she found religion

We live our lives
Because it's all that we have
We're all guilty of something
We've all killed the fatted calf
It doesn't matter what we do
We're all going to have to 
Pay the price one way
It doesn't matter how long it takes
We're all gonna be with The Man one day

He was sitting in a barstool 
Whispering to the bottle
Because it's his only friend 
He's got no job 
And lost his home
Because pity doesn't pay the rent
Between the smoke of a tailpipe
He sees the girl he left behind
Now hes seeing The Lord in his drink
Living in the land of the blind

We live our lives
Because it's all that we have
We're all guilty of something
We've all killed the fatted calf
It doesn't matter what we do
We're all going to have to 
Pay the price one way
It doesn't matter how long it takes
We're all gonna be with The Man one day
Hank Love Jan 2020
Every day I see people
Pass me by 
Their looks are all the same 
Some are angry and some want to cry
Some just need a hand to hold
For when life gives in
And it leaves them in the cold 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came

I see rich men in ties
And hobos down to their last dime
Pass each other by every day
The ballpark's always opened
The flowers are always in bloom
If you need Romance 
All you need is money for a hotel room 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came
Jan 2020 · 35
Silence
Hank Love Jan 2020
Isn't it a shame
Does it not sound absurd 
You turned on the radio today
But nobody said a word

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream

Sirens go by
Choppers fill the air
They spread their wings
Does anyone care?

I miss the old days
But they've all gone 
Children out playing 
In the smell of a fresh cut lawn
But the sun never came out today

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream
Jan 2020 · 33
Love
Hank Love Jan 2020
I want to feel 
But all I feel is cold
I want to love 
But the feeling is getting old

Someone like her
Just can't see 
Someone like her
Can't ever love me 

I want to feel
A women's skin
Every time I get close
I fall back down again

I want someone
Who won't chain me up
Don't box me in 
I want someone 
But it all depends 

These eyes have seen much pain
And this heart is worn
I want a love just not undercover
A love so pure the veil is torn

I want to feel 
But all I feel is cold 
I want to love
But the feeling is getting old 
I want to love
Jan 2020 · 50
Home
Hank Love Jan 2020
What are you going to do 
The day that I'm not around 
I should have stayed where I belong 
I never should have left my plow

Where are you going to go 
Who do you think you are
I never should have left my home
Chasing that shooting star

What's going to happen 
When no one answers my door

I can't take anymore 
I'm going back to my land
I'm running back to my shack
Get me off this hook I'm not turning back 
I'm not a bad joke you and your friends
Can laugh about
I've been on the fence 
But I'm finally coming down 
I'm going home

I've said so long 
To all that I own
Said farewell
To everyone I've known 
It never looked so good 
Just passing through 
I'm headed back to my land
I can almost hear my old man
I'm done with romance
And I'm done with you 

I can't take anymore 
I'm going back to my land
I'm running back to my shack
Get me off this hook I'm not turning back 
I'm not a bad joke you and your friends
Can laugh about
I've been on the fence 
But I'm finally coming down 
I'm going home
Jan 2020 · 49
Daddy Dean
Hank Love Jan 2020
Theres an empty chair
At the head of the table
I know who used to sit there
A man so strong and able

They called him Dean
They called him a good man 
Who never made enough
Who never owned his own land
They said he loved his family
Through the good times 
And the bad
This man they called him Dean
But I only knew him as Dad

Theres an empty recliner
In the corner of the room 
I can still smell 
The smoke of a cigarette 
In the air its sweet perfume 
I can hear his music playing low
God you know what you're doing
But did he really have to go 

They called him Dean
They called him a good man 
Who never made enough
Who never owned his own land
They said he loved his family
Through the good times 
And the bad
This man they called him Dean
But I only knew him as Dad
Jan 2020 · 46
His Name is Thomas
Hank Love Jan 2020
Thomas was a poor man
He never had much money
You never saw his name
On the front page
He blessed his crops three times a day
He said I know someone up there
Must like me but I can't imagine why

Thomas is a good man
A good name too
Some might say
It comes from the bible anyway
The lands no good
And it's all dried up by now
But he picks up his cross
And a bag of soil
And goes back to the plow

He was born to a tailor
He always got trousers
On Christmas day
He spent his days
Praying through the knees
As he wiped the leaves away

Thomas is a good man
A good name too
Some might say
It comes from the bible anyway
The lands no good
And it's all dried up by now
But he picks up his cross
And a bag of soil
And goes back to the plow
Jan 2020 · 66
Daniel
Hank Love Jan 2020
He could almost see his mansion
While his home was on the road
Pulling at their pockets
He could almost feel
The rich mans gold
Most men called him crazy
As they threw him out of town
Now hes gone from rags to riches
Wearing his scars like a crown

His name is Daniel
And hes ahead of his time
At the front of the pack
Walking down the road
With a song in his heart
And empty hands
On his way to the promised land
Daniel hes not turning back

He was caught
With another mans wife
Wondering how he got there
Fearing for his life
Hes served from a silver platter
I would think he has it well
But where they got that head
I cannot begin to tell

His name is Daniel
And hes ahead of his time
At the front of the pack
Walking down the road
With a song in his heart
And empty hands
On his way to the promised land
Daniel hes not turning back
Dec 2019 · 58
Modern Day Family
Hank Love Dec 2019
Its Friday night
My old mans probably
Turning up another bottle
While he chews on the fat
My old lady's in her apron never satisfied
She slaves all day and that's a fact

My baby sisters around somewhere
Turning every head in town
You know the cats really go
For some heels and a show
Wearing that gown
And some rings in her ears

Were just your modern day people
Just your model American trash
This house is not a home
And this street is my steeple
Your average age product of the working class

Well you can find me
I'll be on the square
Looking for a pretty thing
Without a care
We can get a little *****
We can have some fun
Lighting up til half past none

Were just your modern day people
Just your model American trash
This house is not a home
And this street is my steeple
Your modern age product of the working class
Dec 2019 · 82
Modern Day Kid
Hank Love Dec 2019
Modern day Kid

Wrote this about Billy the Kid about a little kid and his dad who play Billy and Sherriff Pat Garrett

A little Kid
With a little gun
Pulls the trigger back
Just for fun

He says "I'll make you famous
Don't you deny!
But an outlaw like me
Someday will die."

There is a man
Standing six feet tall
With a shiny old badge
And a hat of straw

Says "Now before you go Kid
Any last words to say?"
But his mama calls
And he rides away

A little girl
Lives down the street
With skin so dark
Whispers words so sweet

She says "I am a damsel
And I'm in distress"
He steals a kiss
And blushes red

Little Kid
With a little gun
Pulls the trigger back
Just for fun
He gets on his bike
His mama calls him in
The Little Kid rides again
Dec 2019 · 81
The Impeachment.
Hank Love Dec 2019
A time before, in another age, when our forefathers' sweat poured out to this country, and their hearts beat for this nation ensuring equality for all mankind.
Now, we are coming to the End of an Era, and dare I say the final era. Challenging that same nation, live up to the same hope and vision these great men saw before they, in dedication, and in retrospect, for the same hope for that nation, can themselves endure.
We highly resolve those men, and the crimes that have since been long committed on the Great Plains of this great nation as God stands in witness to the events which have taken place, that our forefathers words may not be taken with them to the grave. That this nation stands firm under God in the highest and shall have a new outlook on Freedom, and that her people will have new dreams, and hold true to those before, and the peoples Government, shall long endure.
Dec 2019 · 72
The Hunt for a Thief
Hank Love Dec 2019
"Such a place for a thief!"
The patrolman cried. 
"Just the place for a crook!"
The Thief replied;
"What a schnook!
So easily you were duped!
Indeed you are stuped! 
Considering the time that you took!"

"Just  the place for a thief! 
I've now said it twice.
Indeed you are sly! 
Considering each day
That I passed you by! 
Why I did not notice you more than I would have a fly!" 
"You are no match! But I've made a mistake!
For I would be free
If that gate would unlatch!" 
"Such a place for a crook!"
A deep breath he took. 
"For one would be wise
If he knew where to look! 
"I will be blunt, this is all in good fun!
For when the cat is away the mice will run!"
"Fun! Began the hunt
When you pulled such a stunt!"
"Yes, yes. I saw and I sprung. I started to run! 
But perish the thought
For soon I to will be hung!"
Dec 2019 · 103
Grumpy Old Man
Hank Love Dec 2019
"Grumpy old man,"
The young man said.
"Indeed you are very wise!
Though your lines on your face
Have grown increasingly dark
And your hair incessantly white.

How ever did you manage
At such disadvantage
Do you think it is truly right?
For you to insist
While you still exist
To ever put up a fight?"

The old man scratched his head
As he rose up in bed
"I feared it might injure my health.
Tho Doctors continue
To care for me through
On account of all of my weath!"

"Grumpy old man,"
The young man said
"Again you are blind as a bat!
And yet you manage
To easily walk down the street
How ever can one explain that?"

"In my youth,"
The old man replied.
"Through every argument with my wife,
With every word that was said,
It became quite clear
For my life I held dear
I should keep eyes
In the back of my head!"
Sep 2019 · 68
The Wanderer
Hank Love Sep 2019
Alone, afoot
With the world at my feet 
And my thoughts behind me. 
I part ways with life, and a dream 
Beyond my reach
And take to the open road.
The winding gravel,
Twists my own imagination,
And leads to where ever I wish to roam. 

For fortune, I have no desire 
I alone am desire. 
All a wanderer needs
Is the road,
And the stars to shield him at night. 
To where ever fate holds favor 
Is beyond me. 
I welcome with a complex mind
The events which are yet to come.

My mind, peaked with curiosity 
Overlaps and shrouds my own doubts.
For I alone, the father of my own creation
And the master of my own defeat. 
And the kind stranger who says Hello 
Is a parting friend who says Goodbye.
Aug 2019 · 84
The Lowly Star
Hank Love Aug 2019
The Lowly Star

Twas the midtime of Summer
And the mid time of night
Whilst the moon in beaming glory
Shone pale arrayed in place and light

Pondered I for a moments time
Marvelled in her shade
Her shadow against the roaring tide
The planets called to her slaves

There! When my faith was lost
Thro the heavens a cloud so low in the skies
Braced against her nature cold
A stranger to her lies.

Turned away from thee
O crescent moon that pleasant night
Away from thy glory far
Nearer to a dream I shall be
A time to claim my place twist the stars.
May 2019 · 76
The King's Royal Fool
Hank Love May 2019
Once upon a time
In another song and rhyme
Lived the King's royal fool
Who couldn't seem to step in line

He was witty he was charming
Though he was mistook
Because while he tried to bring a smile
Others misplaced him for a schnook

He would sing his silly songs
He would play a little toot
And while others called him a brute
Their point was fairly moot

And they tossed him on the rocks
And they threw him to the dogs
He always made his way back
To do what he was taught

"Fool," said the King
As he gave a coin a fling
"Have you learned not a thing?
I pay you to sing!

Let this be a lesson
As you lie awake in bed
If I dont get my wishes
Its off with your head!"


To top it off
The King gave a scoff
He was always short tempered
Because he couldn't play Golf
But the fool had brushed it off

But he knew how to live
And he knew how to love
He was never looking down
Because his spirits were always above

He always tipped his hat
To the ladies and the Gents
"Bless you Gov," he said as he bowed
"Be sure to give the wife a kiss!"

I would be remiss
If I did not insist
That while I enjoyed his company
And though I loved his songs
He did one thing
I thought was very wrong
When he put his hand on a place
That didn't possibly belong

"Apologies Miss I wasn't
Trying to seem fresh!
Take it from me tales me mother
Always taught me best!"

But she sighed and she frowned
As she went about her way
"Give it a rest you blundering pest
I have no time to stop and play!"

So the moral of me rhyme
To the right person place and time
If you can't enjoy life
You better step in line

Because you can't love another
If you don't love yourself
Might as well keep your worries
Tucked away upon a shelf!

It's not that bad
Though it may seem cruel
If you can't see the beauty
Then you my friend are the fool!
Hank Love May 2019
Once upon a time
In another tale and rhyme
In a villiage far away
Lived the ignorant villiage fool
Who always loved to laugh and play
He would sing his silly songs
And play a little toot
And while other's dissagreed
And they called him a brute
Their point was fairly moot
And they tossed him to the dogs
And they tossed him on the rocks
Because other's forgot to learn
What he had already forgot
Because he knew how to live
And he knew how to love
He was never looking down
Because his spirits were always up above!
He always tipped his hat to the ladies and the gents
And he said "Bless you Gov, give the wife a kiss!"
And I protest because while I enjoyed his company
And though I enjoyed his songs
He did one thing I thought was very wrong
When he put his hand on a certain place that didn't possibly belong
He said "Apologies miss I wasn't trying to seem fresh!
Take it from me tales me mother always taught me best!"
And she sighed and she frowned and she went about her way
"Give it a rest you inconceiving pest!
I have no time to stop and play!"
May 2019 · 87
Welcome To The Funeral
Hank Love May 2019
I was just a boy
When my father
Took me to a funeral
Echos in my ear
I still can hear
What he said
Those many years ago
He said son theres no sense
Trying to wake the dead
The feelings in our hearts
Are better left unsaid
One day you'll be older
Soon you'll understand
Dont go chasing shadows
Trying to wake the dead"
Apr 2019 · 79
To All I Love
Hank Love Apr 2019
Thou hast occupied my soul, love
Where my thoughts did pine
Thou was all to me, love
And all I loved, was mine.
Thy beauty is to me
A delicate garden
And a shrine.
The blooms which did bloom
In the early days of June
Thro childhood hour
Had my days and all nights
Have been trances
As life so hums its somber tune
Love be the forbidden dance
Apr 2019 · 119
The Battle Rages On
Hank Love Apr 2019
constant battle 
Dwells among us daily 
I have no belief in the supernatural,
Nor spirits of any sort
I do hold firm belief 
In Angel's and demons. 
The battle between good and evil
Has raged on throughout every century.
Time, in it's own fashion 
Is the father of all things changed. 
I have seen men with forked silvertongue 
That is the character 
Of all things corrupted with deceit. 
I have seen men
Who pose as great evil 
Though holds no battalions. 
The character of all things just
But all things judged by their appearance. 

In short I have witnessed 
Good men do bad things 
And have laid my eyes upon the hope 
That even the most beastly men
Set aside to bedevil the ways of all
Portake in the most righteous deeds. 
Change is the law of life. 
And those who seek the law 
Will always take it into their own hands.
Apr 2019 · 68
My Deceased
Hank Love Apr 2019
One tragic afternoon
As I recall
Traveling home
My body weary
And soul stricken with grief
I opened the door
As my eyes they did deceive me
I froze- and stared in disbelief.

In a series of bewilderment, yes,
My blood ran cold
And my body trembled with fear.
There she stood
With her piercing eyes
Much as a smile
That seemed only the dead could hear.

And with every reason  I tried to find
I found none,
And with every question I held in my brain,
One by one they shortly fell,
For why she was here only she could tell.
My heart felt ready to burst,
As my very thought was
She would drag my very soul, to Hell.

There she was
A look of all evil,
Her black clothes
Flowed with the every
Spoken thought of sin.
How poorly did she hide behind this mask
As I truly saw such evil within,
As she stepped closer
Her eyes caught mine
And met me at the door
With a grin.
Apr 2019 · 117
A Thrilling Shrill
Hank Love Apr 2019
Many years ago

And longer still

Was I sure I heard a shrill.


And how surreal 

Did this shrill appeal

What a thrill I found

Had I determined what was real.


And what utter horror 

Had my heart before me filled 

How I ask was I to feel? 


"Surely this must be a drill," 

Said I on paper by quill.

For this deafening shrill

Was too great for even words to spill. 


And had my own spine 

Before me chilled

At last with a will, had all seemed still.

Had I been ILL?

What I ask is surely real? 


The shadows 

Through the sepecular light 

Fill me with an utterance

Hiding behind the echo of a scream.

Or could it all have been just a dream..?
Apr 2019 · 123
Dreams
Hank Love Apr 2019
Fear is the father
Of all things imagined
Though never accomplished.
Our joy of life forbids us
To spread our wings
And soar into the unknown mystery
Of the land known as dreams.
The thing that separates
The dreamer from his dreams
Is the solemn fear of falling asleep.
Hesitantly through the nights own hours
He fears what has not been
But does not comprehend
What is yet to come.
Blessings to those
Who finds themselves at rest
Even in dreams, they long for
What the heart desires.
Apr 2019 · 124
A Life to Lead
Hank Love Apr 2019
It takes great patience
And much planning
To do absolutely nothing,
But to do something about it
Requires no effort at all.
That which is not yet written in stone
Will never So much appear on stone
Unless we write it ourselves.
The past is the start of a great novel
But the future-a chapter
Not yet written.
We cannot lead
If we are always two steps behind.
We cannot lead the blind
With no sense of direction.
God may yet save
The man who calls upon his name
Success may crown
Through every last endeavor
Of life's own embrace
God forbid he rid himself
Of even the abscond few
Who so visits upon
Life's own error.
Apr 2019 · 66
The Battle. (Fiction)
Hank Love Apr 2019
I don't know about Heaven, but I know there's got to be a hell.  I spent six years going through my own version of it. For there to be a Hell, there has
to be Heaven, somewhere. Was it for me, or for the righteous, the pure of Heart?
I didn't ask ask for this. What was I looking for,
Redemption? Or was it looking for me? I don't know about any of that, but I know the past
six years, I've never been so close to God than I have in my life. I couldn't help, but think
that this was somewhat punishment, and judgement for my sins. I look back now, and
realize, no one deserves what I went through.
All I wanted was change, in me was something lurking,
longing for acknowledgement. All I wanted was  to break free and escape from something
that I held the key to myself. To rid of the things that seemed to hold me back for years.
Come to think of it, I should have stayed.
The only piece of Heaven that I had left in this world, was
stolen from me many years ago. I don't know about Angels, but I know she is always with
me. I felt so alone. When she left me, she turned her back, and Heavens gates shut behind
her. Now she belonged to the stars. Too much to soon. From now on, I would always find
the time for her. A hollow promise. Too little too late.
The demons I have, are the constant reminders of my past
mistakes and failures of my life. I hold constant fear over the condition over my soul.
What classifys the condition of a mans soul? If you stab him, does he not bleed?
If you break his heart, is he himself not a man broken? If you hold him prisoner, long
enough, you will find, all it holds is his attention, and he will break free.
Mar 2019 · 108
Kansas Man
Hank Love Mar 2019
There once lived a man in Kansas
Who's housing was made from Brass
He did own some land
Though t'was never his plan
To spend his days as a vase
Mar 2019 · 84
Silence
Hank Love Mar 2019
The ignorant secret to being silent, is when you come across someone who no longer desires to listen.
Mar 2019 · 191
Solace
Hank Love Mar 2019
A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dream
For fate
That fire of fire
Is not my theme!
Pleasant solace upon the mire
In a life of sand and sin
Through earthly power deprived within
Unravelled pride within a dream
Mar 2019 · 73
Poe-Ms
Hank Love Mar 2019
Hear the cravened Raven
The story he so proudly tells!
Through the constant chime
And ringing of the Bells!

Onwards to the house of Usher
Through the Catacombs
And the lowly depths of Hell
What a mood of merriment 
This tale portells! 

Below the creaking floorboards
He so loudly yells
As we pry the planks one by one
"This, a story 
No mortal ever tells!"

The Heavens claim Helen 
And the enchanting Annabelle
Alone In the city by the Sea
He so miserably dwells!

^^^^ note I'm not quite finished with it yet. I'm sure most will need revising and editing and make it longer of some sort.
Hank Love Mar 2019
To the reader in a worthy note, now lying before me, alluding to an observation I made years ago, of the mechanism of English Literary culture. By the by, I cannot think, this precise form of allegory, though the reader himself acknowledges is not in accordance with originality, with which I hold precise and in tact. There are, however, some errors regarding the style and the art of literature, whereas constructing what makes a proper tale. Either literature, will provide a proper thesis-or the writer forces himself to work in accordance with the basis of his own justly narrative. Key points, in fact, as I know so well of, is first designing- generally to allow the reader to comprehend, yet not fully understand. Nevertheless a story is there not to understand, but only  to accept.
Mar 2019 · 134
To Mother
Hank Love Mar 2019
Because I know
Some-where in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
Be no more radiant maiden there
Than by the name of Mother, Fair!
Therefore by the name
For years I have set aside and kept,
No ill mannered fate
Shall I accept!
Thy beauty is to me
As the many shores
Upon the perfumed sea!
By the name of Mother
No other shall endure
For no other
Besides fair mother
Holds a love I dare say pure!
Mar 2019 · 76
Me Myself and I
Hank Love Mar 2019
To those Battling Bipolar, depression or anxiety, much as myself.


Doubtless you should
So easily forget!
We are that
What you cannot see!
How long shall life suffer you
Until you realize this!
We are the soft incantations
That which you place inside
The inner core of your mind!
Controlling your every thought
While you so soundly sleep!
We will change you.
You will not walk outside
For even during the daylight
We hold our shadow!
In you, we confide
Your every fear,
Towards that which you love most.
We are here, you see,
Tho we cannot so easily
Be summoned.
You have known us
Yet are afraid to call by name.
We, the soft voices
Daunting your every way of life.
The sole purpose
You may sleep in a well lit room.
We are your enemy
And when others have turned away,
We are the only friend you have.
We, are you.
Mar 2019 · 130
Tea Talk!
Hank Love Mar 2019
Person 1: Fine day,

Wouldnt you say?


Person 2: Why yes I quite agree!


1: In the cold and barren winter

Through the late or early December 


2: And in July

The song of birds in the trees


1: Then you my friend 

Will agree with me then

It's always a pleasant day for tea?


2: Yes I'm quite fond of tea!


1: So I see! 

Between the years of yesterday 


2: and a thousand tomorrows 

To come this way 


1: there is only one today! 


2: Say how do you do

To those that you knew


1: Or adieu to those you may rue


2: We're getting off the topic

Wouldn't you say? 


1: Very well 

Well then

When life holds you bothered 

In the days of spring 


2: (Or in December)


1: Yes yes,  nevertheless you should always remember 


1&2: It is always a pleasant day for tea!
Mar 2019 · 298
Beautiful Madness
Hank Love Mar 2019
There is no mere exquisite beauty which is not mistaken for Madness
Mar 2019 · 77
Mason
Hank Love Mar 2019
where keep thou thy place of lodge
within the eyes of the lord
beyond a master fair
a secret there is
the chosen few declare
among thine own brethren
whom, ere thou, a servant
work, thine own way of prayer
many know, tho  nay  hast knelt
in  thine own temple
where even solomon dwelt
Mar 2019 · 111
Child
Hank Love Mar 2019
Of the name for years
I have longed to call
"Child" has been justly kept.
All that I once Loved
I call my own.
Because I so well know
Of the Heavens above
The Angel's covet 
That which I lost.
And no other shows love
Than the love it never knew.
How thine beauty 
Is much of your own
Sainted Mother fair
Let no one steal
What life holds forfeit
Nor the soul that I have lost. 
Thus, to the life I never knew
As "Child"
Mar 2019 · 182
MoMo's Stare
Hank Love Mar 2019
You may hide under here
Or perhaps somewhere there
But do rid yourself
Of Momo's stare.
If it is on a page
Perhaps in a book
It's best not to find
And best not to look.
If you hear her name
It's good to not share
Do rid yourself of Momo's stare.
If you are able to see
Through her long dark hair
You will find the eyes
Protruding from every side
And every where.
She wears a smile from ear to ear
That is the way they describe her
At least that is what I hear
You must beware the glare
Of Momo's stare.
Feb 2019 · 77
In Life and Requiem
Hank Love Feb 2019
Take this life
I selflessly bestow
Upon the joy upon the sorrow
For dreams I have none to borrow 
And time I have not to spare! 
You are just, those who deem 
And those that see or those that seem 
That life is more than breath
And realms are more than dreams 

Dreaming is the fashion
And they hold their own passion
And hope after all is the thing
But if hope has gone before 
And journeyed long 
In a timely matter passing 
And the good days 
Have surpassed me 
In the forsaken days of Yore 
Has life in its favor
Been a mere misadventure?
Then life my friends is the theme 
And my thoughts are the thread 
Which grasps the seams of
My own dreams.
Feb 2019 · 86
The Razors Edge
Hank Love Feb 2019
I peer through the world
With opened eyes and a complex mind.
There is a man much taller than I.
Long before the dawning light
He puts the razor to his face.
Every one experiences their first "cut"
My fathers words
echo throughout my mind,
"It is foolish to make
The same mistake twice
Expecting a different result."
Our joy of life forbids us
To be near the edge.
But you will not live a single day
If you dare not to make a single mistake.
We are but human.
We bleed, we share pain.
Without passion, we do not breathe.
On the Razors Edge, we learn to live.
Hank Love Feb 2019
How heavens beauty 

is to thee!

as angelic chorus 

coveted she and me 

once ere in  a kingdom there,

near the lighthouse

and the shrouded perfumed sea 

lived a woman fair

with golden hair 

and the radiant maidens name;

Suzanne Mcswain 

Lo and while i remained a child

Vulnerable though obscene

yond i spent my days

 In  the land fair and bright 

with the Maiden whom the Angel's claim 

 Suzanne Mcswain
Hank Love Feb 2019
The Man Within the Corpse

Seldom- Very, truly seldom and steadfast, Had the dreadful illnesses corrupted my senses. Proving it's very method to madness. Though my sinister health and very feeling of utter imagination left me accused. I witness to many of things which were not at the time, present, and heard Unspeakable things the shuddering truth which could only be heard from the grave. Though the world would fancy me mad I am in no such business to pertain to madness. I was a very methodical man. In life, I held order.  I had always been a man of great humour.  And had I savored every last second of this event.  As the depths of Hell held me in their clutches, it came down to Act Or Die logic. Ordinarily, I was a man who would bite his own tongue, raising my voice, rather than my own hand. I reserve to incline any to all ill mannered accounts of wrongfully accused rumour bet against the condition of my well being. In life and death I remained subject to such gruesome  and  selfish consequence. I hold no fancies of any form of the after life, for the things I ever so witnessed, in life, had truly proved a fate far more worse than Death. I will tell you how stealthily, how quickly, and wittingly I had planned the venture of the old mans passing. I was a man of vengeance and grave punishment. The old man, never bade me harm. Rather it was his dreaded illness, which was to be taken into account. The cancer was slowly feasting on his own being alive. Though I doubt if I could convince the world that the deed committed, was an act of sheer love, and was committed honorably and favorably. I loved My friend. It was not in life, that I knew so well of my friend, but in death. For now, he and I had something in common. No, the old man was not at fault, I think it was his deceitful  nephew! An indecent whelp! At every move he did make, would cause my blood to boil. A cold shiver down my spine, though I was never made aware of its existence. I was not Mad I was Patient! Tried and true. My passion held the late passing of his nephew. Though the old man's curiosity would prove fatal. Though once convinced, I was at the point of No Return. I would not leave the old man in his final hour. Though if you take me for mad, then I am not at fault. For madmen Have no sense! If I am Mad, how would I have carefully, methodically, and sensitively planned this on my own? HA! HA! I will rightfully take all credibility  for sheer wits and creativity which I had been true to the blade. The only matter at hand was when. Timing, and order is efficient. I had all of the time in the world. I would waste not another second and deprive demons of such lethal and treacherous conduct that which was rightfully theirs. By the grave I saw such casualties.  Otherworldly occurrences which failed to make their presence  known. As I sat, deep into that darkness waiting for anything remarkable to happen to break the dreadful silence! I could hear it! My senses sharpened and heart ever so beating with rhythm of the quickly  passing clock! The time had finally come to do what must be done long ago! The Great  Voices of Hell forbade me otherwise! Heaven held not its glory for me. Troubles came forth revealing its name to me in full. Through darkened swarms and high waters...I went there alone in no consolation to rid of the potential threat. Doubting my faith as it had been tried, by the hideous creature which was reality. My heart heavy and soul ever so stricken with grief. The stark horror presented itself along with the dark figure presented as death. I stood at his door for a matter of minutes in shuddering disbelief. Though I did not ensure nor  did I suppose any form of threat. For his limited vision was no match for my wits as I well hid them from the rest of the  world. Deep into the darkness, he there lurked a demand, as if he was begging to be well rid of. I had every intention of granting his wish. I gave a slight knock that August Night. Through the distant clap of thunder I heard the old mans  constant groaning and cries in the darkness. I gave a slight knock once more. Here I opened the door.
Feb 2019 · 170
A Working Woman
Hank Love Feb 2019
Yond woman fair
I beguiled not
How strangely had she taken my fancy
And had her sweet uncertainty
Would enchant the wondering eye.
A force, which would be unreasonable
To be reckoned with.
Thank Heaven!
That morals are a thing of the past.
And even a Gentleman fine
Could dare wander
Into the underlying territory
Which is mistaken for Love!
Hank Love Feb 2019
With just hands
At last through years
I gazed upon that yonder shore. 
Above the mist and smoke
Where men would dare claim
Earth. 
Such a vision appeared
Of that Golden Palace
That divine rod 
That separates myself 
From my dreams.
Blessings to the dreamers, still
Even in the night's own hour
They still long for what the 
Heart desires. 
Amidst the Autumn 
Afar the Altar 
Yond that threshold there
That Golden vision
I peered through tears.
Such a vision for the blind 
It would aspire their view
Towards the very
Face of Christ.
Direct your paths 
Through  that starry night 
That gentle morn.
Hear me Aurora!
Your kindred spirit 
Of yesterday's departure.
Memory, a fantasy
Absurd though dire, still
Deceived I was not
Captivated, brought forth
Against her silver lined glory
In the Golden Vision pure 
Through the starry night.
Feb 2019 · 85
Yore
Hank Love Feb 2019
The  Skies they were  Volcanic
 The leaves so crisp so ashen
 The trees they were 
 Bare and bitter
The trees Naked and brittle
It was thro the late November
During my most hindered year
Spent down by the lake of Merideth
Where lovers claim Heaven
By the banks of Harbor Bay
The frozen wave of Merideth
The chilling wind of Harbor Bay
Here once I found my soul
Thro the misted woods
I roamed alone 
Through an alley of Oak  
I found my soul 
These were yond
In the days of Yore 
On that day
my soul grew chilling
Spent abruptly by the shore 
On that day in my soul 
There was a yearning 
Spent endlessly by the shore
In the innocent days of yore
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