A mad man prayer

Love can create a madness.

                              
                           A mad man prayer

I woke up with your name on my lips.

THE PHONE IS RINGING.

I dreamed you were calling me.
Bringing me into the heat of your flesh.
Calling my name.
Whispering words of love.

Sweet words.
Thanks for the education of the long ride.

I awake.
Sweating and full of hate.
Not wishing to touch you.
But to hurt you like you did to me.

I make plans to see you.
To find you.
Then the hate seem to fade away.

I pray to be able to fall into your arms.
For you to twist up my mind and heart again.

Make me your slave again.
I would serve you.
For you are what I need.

I fall asleep again.
You come into my dreams.
You are so beautiful.
So sweet and innocence looking.

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING>

I see myself.
Being drowned in cement till I'm buried.
Unable to breath.
I won't cry out for help. I will watch you pour the last of the cement.

I will wait for my last breath.
You give me a demon smile.
Raise your hands.
 The cement open up for you.

You tell me.
You will not die.
I'm your punishment.

You ran away from everyone.
I'm your time in hell for being a b*****d.

You will be my fool.
I will hold you as a prisoner till only a flicker
of emotion is left.

You will live till you only wish will be a trip into hell.

THE PHONE IS RINGING

I awake and I answer the phone.
I hear a sweet voice.

You whisper. Come to me now.

                          Coyote
                        1996

Author's Note

A old poem. Any errors. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A mad man prayer'
Coyote poetry,
This title fits.. the whole thing speaks of self destruction. I have known people which would of robbed me of life too. The first line and last line really give this contrast of dark and light and then everything in between.
'I woke up with your name on my lips'
last line.
'you whisper, "come to me now.'
Your body of work speaks of the pain people inflict on one another and even upon themselves.
Be careful what you wish for was the thread through this piece which is a good bit of advice for anyone whom wants to love and be loved and will simply settle...hard lesson too.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the comment. Love can be twisted.

[Katie]

Then the hate seem to fade away.
Then the hate seems to fade away (present tense)

So sweet and innocence looking.
So sweet and innocent looking. (innocent is an adjective, innocence is a noun. You want the adjective)

Unable to breath.
Unable to breathe. (breathe is the verb, breath is the noun)

The cement open up for you.
The cement opens up for you (present tense again)

You seem to have a reccuring tense issue in you poetry, I'm not sure if it's because english is not you first language, or if it is, maybe you should reread it really closely. Either way hopefully this will help. This course is worth checking out:
http://www.writerscafe.org/courses/Lessons-In-Basic-English/880/Lesson-One%3A-Verb-Tenses/883/

I think this is a really cute little poem. The longer lines break up the flow a little bit, it might be worth breaking those up. I really like the theme of the poem though. Good job.

[SimplyDisastrous]

I really liked this, even though I don't exactly understand what the meaning is behind this. I guess it's sounds like one of those sweet, quiet songs you might hear on the phone when drifting off to sleep. Good job, Coyote.

[Nathan Thompson]

Wow, brilliant poem. you love for someone who clearly only wants you for sex and then discards you is interesting and very familiar...(I wish). Breathtaking imagery

[GunMetal]

Excellent work. I was drawn in from the very beginning, and the whole thing was presented so elegantly. Thank you.

[Huggy Bear]

I love it. Very beautiful written.

[FallenHeroXx]

I love it my friend. I love it. You know that i can relate to it and damn a tear slides down my cheek now :)

Palle

Hate and love. Great write!

[HorrorMaster]

Really good old poem. I like it.

[Andrew Wright]

Beautifully written, I fell in and out of the transition so seamlessly it was like I was the one slipping in and out of a dream state...

[JENY]

very nice …..
Sincere dedication…
To your love….
It is very rare nowadays…
Liked the poem so much..
It is very nice…