Blown To Death

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the Devil’s booth are all things sold Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we earn with a whole soul’s tasking: ‘T is heaven alone that is given away, ‘T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.

James Russel Lowell

THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL

BLOWN TO DEATH

Blood Money by Shoshi~Acrylic on Canvas Board, Fall 2008

His ears are all dull now

No longer he sees

Gone is his soul

With his feelings for me

 

For us once he had passion

Me once he did love

Our souls flew together

Like two wings of a dove

 

I mistakenly thought

He was the man of my dreams

But now I know otherwise

I’m just the girl of his schemes

 

Poor girl that he uses

Then pushes away

While he zips up his pants

Heading back to the fray

 

To where went my friend?

That man of my bones

The darling who sang to me

With soft & sweet tones

 

Guess he’s lost to the wind

Not the wind with bird’s songs

But the wind that blows hearts

To death with their wrongs

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6 thoughts on “Blown To Death

  1. Within this pain that stains
    Persistent purpose
    Mute distraction
    Illusion lifts from emptiness a rose
    The sidewalk ends
    with catheters, awkward and discomfiting
    and who will love him in these moments?

    The gift of grace and bloom unfurls
    before majestic moon
    and a veil of gently chiding curls
    the room doth watch with equanimity
    this cities sins of self and disdainful ‘mastery’ of matters numb design
    and carrying these fraying threads
    In her heart
    too many times
    the troubled children found her
    losing all their courage
    in the moments after life had left him
    to rest gently within her

    His father watched and turning ‘twards the sun bows his head in shame
    a distance that dissolved the family bonds
    now free and in his arrogance engaged
    his son remembers now the sadder songs
    and in his rage
    defeats himself at every turn of fate.

    rejoice, the rose has found the sun
    and rain has merely met the soil to fill her up
    the dreams and meditation have begun
    and now we listen to our lessons fall
    from satin lips
    and jaded hips
    may god forgive us all.

    Tome Jo Omshaiya
    may 30 10:55 pm

    respects

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