Written in 2013, the poem is Published in Women's Era January Second Edition page 33. With minor edit.
Angel that haunts;
Terrifying the nerves;
Cuts the vein open;
Splashing the blood;
Into the horizon deep;
Tearing the heart into pieces;
Tiny pieces and pieces it appears;
Soaking mind;
Into the abyss of hell and pleasure;
Walking all-around in fantasy;
She was crawling all over like a snake;
Crushing and suffocating with pleasure;
But never she looked at;
Atleast a smile in the past.
I have my own vision of love but it's nothing like this. It's also nothing like a Valentine's Day chubby cherub in lace diapers bearing gifts of chocolate and flowers, flying around, shooting everyone in the butt with his little bow. Much is lost in elaborate and unrealistic expectations. I've seen love in thick hard callouses and blisters on my father's hands. I've felt it in my mother's tender touch. I've seen it work and suffer and sacrifice and never once whimper or cry. To me, love is hard work, responsibility, courage, integrity and sacrifice without expectation or feeling of entitlement. Love doesn't have a "dark side" because it's all about serving others rather than serving self. That's my vision of love. But this vision was certainly interesting.
Dark angels are not something I wish to meet halfway up a bright alley .. This sure does have the feargood factor about it .. an unexpectedly compelling poem my friend .. Neville
This tells a story to me of a life ended too soon and the outcome of a tragic ending. Though I want to believe it was an end of a part of her life, the final end, and that she can come to the light and be reborn something peaceful.
I have my own vision of love but it's nothing like this. It's also nothing like a Valentine's Day chubby cherub in lace diapers bearing gifts of chocolate and flowers, flying around, shooting everyone in the butt with his little bow. Much is lost in elaborate and unrealistic expectations. I've seen love in thick hard callouses and blisters on my father's hands. I've felt it in my mother's tender touch. I've seen it work and suffer and sacrifice and never once whimper or cry. To me, love is hard work, responsibility, courage, integrity and sacrifice without expectation or feeling of entitlement. Love doesn't have a "dark side" because it's all about serving others rather than serving self. That's my vision of love. But this vision was certainly interesting.
Poetry is most mysterious in that it has the ability to speak and reveal different images of different messages to each and every reader who embrace the piece with the eyes of their heart and mind ... to me comes to mind images of that first crush, of not even noticing that you exist, in that heart wrenching blow dealt by unrequited love ... Very enjoyable ...