Spare me your stories and sleazy words.

Mistakes can be costly. Lessons are to teach us to be kind.

Spare me your stories and sleazy words.
                               (2 March 1986)
 










I awoke alone.
 
I reached out and brought a ghost of a lover back into my arms.
 
In my sensuous and tranquil dreams.
 
I held  her nubile body and savior her sweet kisses.
 
 
 
I dreamed you whispered my name.
 
I felt you closing your eyes.
 
Your dreams opening up nights of splendor and a torrid love.
 
You awake with tarnished memories and you desire solitude.
 
 
 
I left you a early spring morning.
 
My icy words without remorse.
 
Left you with tears on your beautiful face.
 
 
 
You sit-up in your bed.
 
Realizing you were alone.
 
Tears falls for not understanding why someone who loved you.
 
Would tease with words of love and promise so much.
 
Then perish into the morning light.
 
 
 
Sometimes the villain learn too late.
 
He sacrificed paradise and lapsed into an oasis of s**t for not being kind.
 
 
 
Fool's ask for pardon.
 
Woman who swim in loneliness and self -pity.
 
Whispered. "What do you desire now?
 
You taught me hate.
 
You taught me loneliness.
 
Now I want mercy from you.
 
Leave me.
 
Spare me your stories and sleazy words."
 
 
 
I went to her. 
 
Touched her face.
 
Whisper I'm sorry.
 
 
 
Into the night.
 
A man with the hunger to touch everything.
 
 
 
Yearn for serene and splendor nights.
 
He has loved a angel once.
 
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
 
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman's heart.
 
 
                         Coyote 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A very old poem. In youth. We feel invincible till the pain of love break you down and show you the proper way to live and love.

Reviews

[futurepast.]

A wonderfully narrated story filled with emotions, and you drew the picture really well.. The image of breaking down in love and standing up to love again is clearly seen and the feelings the characters have can be felt. Enjoyable reading. Well done.

[Scandalous]

This is amazing. You reawaken old memories and feelings from past experiences like no author before you. Amazing work.

~ Scandalous

[Chantel]

This is great, excellent job!

[Huggy Bear]

It is a wonderful piece:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah the age old intollerace of ageing itself, how spitful history can be, great work.

[InkSlinger]

You always take us on a journey... from a torrid passion, to the venomous sting of rejection, and sorrow.. allowing us to find our own voice, and recognition in your words.. Beautiful thoughts once more.. even if they are a woman's scorn.. Well done John!

[M.Babu]

"Yearn for serene and splendor nights.
He has loved a angel once.
His hunger for new flesh left him empty.
He is shrouded in sadness for braking a woman's heart"

There is definitely much to be learned from this, especially to those who deem themselves 'invincible' to the hold of love...The heart cannot help what it wants, and confusion often comes when we mix up the work of the brain with that of the heart if you ask me...

Honestly the brain has it's own conclusion, but i think we always tend to follow the logical route, which isn't always as fulfilling as we'd have thought it to be...

Wonderfully wise piece my friend!

~M.Babu~

[Heather D]

long time since ive been on here! but im back! a lovely piece, as always :) although i noticed a few grammatical errors, though we all have them. the imagery was strong and quite lovely and an overall excellent piece :)

[nicolettox]

Compassion ethimologically means to have passion (padecere = to suffer) with the other, because of the other's pain. I can't pity you, but through your words I can feel compassion for you, which is another way of saying that this is a great and well written poem!

[Never Good Enough]

I really enjoyed it. Hard lesson to learn, once your have broken someone's heart. the peice dont always fall back together right...and "i'm sorry" doesn't always cut it.

[Eric Cox]

Excellent write. Emotion penned with great effect. Excellent poetic pen upon this.