a definite maybe…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

lord knows
that today
was one of those
days
when
i couldn’t make
even
the simplest decision
i was
telling aunt bea
about the trials
of my day
while she was
slowly sipping her tea
but
she paused and said
the greatest weapon
ever devised
to control
society
has been 
uncertainty
making people wonder
is it this
or that
is there heaven
or hell
point is
it really
doesn’t matter
living with love
and caring
may not buy
you entrance
into some heaven
but honey
it beats
the living hell
of dying
without one
good thought
in your
head

love is hell…

it is not the lack of love
in the human heart
that brings one
to styx’s shores
but
love
love is the tormentor
bringing into one’s life
hopelessness and suffering
when unrequited
and sorrow and destruction
when it departs
the heart
and even when
shared between two
it is
a passion
that cannot
be quenched
by a single touch
unsatisfied desires reign
day and night
in the souls
of the young lovers
and with age
those who truly love
find no rest
from its burning passion
it is
a bottomless pit
this thing called
love

 

Point-Counter Point Challenge:  For those of you have been following the challenges between Jade and I, you are aware that several challenges have taken place over the course of the last few months.  This time, the challenge was to be initiated by me and I decided to change the rules a little…well a lot.  Here’s how it works this time.  Each poet provides the other poet with  five quotations that must be addressed from the opposite point of view as the original quote. Here is the second quote that Jade provided to me: “What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love”  Fyodor Dostoyevsky

if there is justice…

the blood
you have spilled
shall form the walls
around heaven
barring your entrance
and paving the way
to hell’s brides
behind each
of the seven veils
you shall find
the rotten corpses
of the women
you have slaughtered
like a hungry dog
you will  lick the heels
of hate
curl up beside
the most damned of life
your prize shall be
to trade places
with those you’ve killed
and the pain
of their death
shall be yours
over
and
over
again
may
the gods
make
it
so

now i lay me…down to sleep…

what if i don’t wake from this here sleep
then will i be in heaven’s keep
or locked upon the plains of hell
or just no place at all
without recall
neither here
nor there
just dead
and gone
so should i go to sleep at all
maybe i should wait
until i fall
or nod off slowly
with resentment
knowing
there will be no
tomorrow
for surely
one day this must be
that prayers like these
must be true
                     if i should die before i wake…

photoshopping my life…

honey
i wish i could convert
my life’s composite image
into one of those digital negatives
cause then
i could upload the whole thing into photoshop
and get busy fixing it
first thing i would do
is put you on the background layer of my life
so every layer of my life
would include you
that would clear up a hell of a lot
next i’d take that healing tool
and run it over my heart a couple times
maybe more
depending on which layer of my life i’m looking at
next i’d use that sharpening tool
on my head
just to clear up
some of life’s little mysteries
like how can kindness be used
as a weapon against you
and why do lies sound
better than the truth 
and how can god not act
when soulless men kill his children
before they have even begun
to breathe in the beauty of  life
then i’d bring into focus
all the lies that have been told
so folks would see them
for what they are
i’d add a little color to some folks
just to have them feel
what i have felt
oh and of course
i would definitely
use the eraser
well honey
you know how
i
would
use
that