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    Pt I. TRUE LOVE


    I am nobody special, I know this…
    no one special relative to all the fools who came before me.
    Of all of them, I thought I was different.
    I thought I could conquer love
    I was wrong, dead wrong
    I wrote a poem while in prison
    Its name has to this day escaped
    It has two names, Destiny and Faith
    In the poem, I told my lover

    If I had inherited the world, I’d give it back if I couldn’t share it with you
    If there were but a breath of air between the two of us, I’d give it to you
    If I were in heaven and you in hell, I’d come down from the clouds and take your place
    This letter of love I offer to you is true, not just because I love you,
    But before I even knew you, I was meant to love you


    This I wrote. Who’d ever know it come to this?
    My life is at its end
    What a fool, what a fool I've been.
    It was there! All the tell-tell signs.
    She was wrong for me
    but the seduction of love is like an insect
    compelled to fly into the electric zapper only to meet death
    Love is sweet to the taste but bitter in my stomach
    Why o’ why have I fallen in love with this woman!

    Pt II THE FOOL


    She would smile when I questioned her about her many men friends that so religiously called or visited when I’m wasn’t home,
    And I would forget what I asked her
    She cried, oh lord, she cried when I asked her about the picture of her and her ex-boyfriend that was recently took.
    She told me she hated him, but that smile didn’t look like hate to me
    So I held her, believing that she loved me as I loved her
    There was nothing in this life I wouldn’t give her,
    If it would only make her happy
    She didn’t want all the things a woman would want in a man who loved them as I loved her
    She wanted more than I knew I could give, and live
    When she came home inebriated,
    I carried her upstairs in a bath drawn of hot oil and expensive perfume
    when she asked for money, more than her allowance,
    I freely gave
    When she laughed in my face and called me her slave
    I still loved her
    Nothing could shake my foundation
    because I knew she couldn’t become what I had lived all my life
    Yet I wanted her to be my queen, my wife
    When she refused to attend plays with me, I went alone
    When she refused to dine out with me, I ate alone
    When she refused to sleep in the same bed with me, I slept alone
    I smiled at other women’s advances towards me
    I will remain faithful
    Last night I spilled my glass of water
    The water she religiously brought me just before bed
    The same water I became addicted to go to my head

    Pt III THE TRUTH REVEALED


    I woke up in the middle of the night
    to find my love not next to me as she was before I slept
    I thought nothing of her absence, only a glass of water, that addictive water
    Down the hall, I could hear her laugh. I heard him too, one of her many men friends
    I came in to speak, but when I spoke,
    she leaped from his arms and covered her naked body with his shirt that was haphazardly thrown over the piano seat
    Only a moment passed before I began to recollect all the signs that I had missed
    Realization struck, she didn’t love me.
    Love blinded me
    Love fooled me
    Beguiled me
    It was at that moment, that instant...
    I loved her no more
    What was only moments ago, undying love
    Was kindled a flame that blazed bright white
    It is called hatred

    Pt IV THE BEGINNING OF THE END


    She threw herself upon me angry because
    I had awakened and caught her and her friend having sexual intimacies in my home
    She stabbed me with curses;
    she twisted the knife with laughs and jeers about how foolish I’ve been
    She told me she was glad I found her
    Now she would leave and be in peace
    The emotional vacuum bottle I lived in broke
    And I smiled, be in peace you shall…

    Pt V DEATH


    …After her heart beat no more from wounds inflicted by hands trained
    I turned to friend intending to maim
    After I saw the blood on the floor and walls I knew then I had given my life just as I had promised
    The flash of the gun muzzle put me to sleep as the searing heat of the lead projectile blasted through my own brain and into the wall..
    Oh that I had never loved at all…

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    Mysty JPiC Premium VIP Member

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    OMG This is ..... oh god so tragic... but so easily understood. You have written this with such depth.... so much emotion... so much passion. Well Done. An excellent write.

    Mysty


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    Dear BP,

    This was a tragic tale with such interweaving of the finest caliber of writing. This here is a masterpiece. I felt all the emotions, passion, pain, power, etc., even yours, that went into this.

    I DID NOT EVEN BLINK....

    Sadly these things happen, and the underlying reason is...love

    I loved how you wrote in parts as if a mini-novel...and the intensity rose with each. The title is as captivating as the content. Brilliant content, impeccable execution...flawless. Have you thought of writing novels, novelettes, or novellas? I will be at your book signing, no doubt. I know that I can come here and get my BP fix, and be completely satisfied! This is so amazing......simply amazing. An excellent rating BP!!!

    PD :)
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    PaintedDiary JPiC Mentor

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    I read this 5 times so far.....just :wow:

    Kimberly :)
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    Ok, hahahahhaha back again...I can envision paintings for each stage of this horrid tale, with a Shakespeare feel......:)

    Kimberly :)
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    I've read this several times...it's like going to a play more than once because it's so captivating. I love the way you bring such rich life to all your writings, your expressions of the deep emotions on point...and at the same time I hope it wasn't a personal experience because it would be such a horrible one.

    Awesome piece!!

    Nomad

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    cheating is my greatest fear about relationships... so trust... is my shortcoming...... tis is the life a of moonchild....

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    I got Shakespeare out of this too. It's pefect material for a Shakspearian tragedy, things that happen to certain people in life, stock characters.

    it sounds so painful, my heart ached for this poor devoted lover.


    Posted By JolieH | Sep 2, 2007
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    Hey BP,

    I haven't been around much....been very busy just doing other things. anyway, I just read your poem and it is a masterpiece..A bleeding heart indeed and full of all the right words to stir a soul, very very deeply. I sensed the pain and felt the rage and was there to the end. It was kind of scary for me because of the passion that kills even the unloved in this. anyway, keep putting your creative genius to work my friend. Awesome work here.

    I give you 5 stars for this....

    Jerry


    Posted By Jer4clarity | Sep 2, 2007
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