The Betrayal...and What Can Result From That....oh oh oh
By cnwriter, 7th Apr 2013 | Stop following | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/23jvts70/Posted in WikinutWritingPoetry
Past lifetimes have a way of floating through our memories..sometimes we brush them away...other times deeds are done to compensate, balance what happened then...sometimes terrible things...
Death Takes a Ride
Through fire and water she did go
Searching for the one she loved
Far away had he gone
HIding amongst forgotten graves
Searching for the one she loved
Far away had he gone
HIding amongst forgotten graves
Pale is death
The mask it wears
Covering features once so fine
Distorted now by worms and time
But this she did not know
The mask it wears
Covering features once so fine
Distorted now by worms and time
But this she did not know
A Just Reward
For her his face so beauteous still
How she remembered him
Before a knife she took
And placed it in his heart
When next to her sister he did lie
The knife went through her too
A just reward or so she thought
For what they had said and done
How she remembered him
Before a knife she took
And placed it in his heart
When next to her sister he did lie
The knife went through her too
A just reward or so she thought
For what they had said and done
Lifetime Past
Remembered she not a lifetime past
The same was done to her
But in a man's form then was she
And cheated all the time
With men and boys and young girls too
It mattered not to him
Fulfilling lusts was all that did
Over and over and over again
The same was done to her
But in a man's form then was she
And cheated all the time
With men and boys and young girls too
It mattered not to him
Fulfilling lusts was all that did
Over and over and over again
Clearing...maybe
Thus it came about one day
An image she did see
Being killed by the one
Who loved her dearly
This memory with her sat
Day in day out the image grew
Till brought about the killing act she did
And all thus seemed to clear
Or will she return to balance out
I do not know for sure
All semantics they do be
Like little toadstools all in a row
Marching nowhere no end in sight
and so it is
An image she did see
Being killed by the one
Who loved her dearly
This memory with her sat
Day in day out the image grew
Till brought about the killing act she did
And all thus seemed to clear
Or will she return to balance out
I do not know for sure
All semantics they do be
Like little toadstools all in a row
Marching nowhere no end in sight
and so it is
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hereOde to Nothingness
hereForgotten Loves
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see my website here
youtube for the video
Julie for the pics
Read more of my pages by clicking on cnwriter at top of this page from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween and here some for you
hereIn Illusions You Do Dwell
hereOde to Nothingness
hereForgotten Loves
hereHello Sir Bloody Crow
I have been writing on food, wine, travel, cosmic creation and erotica for over 30 years I do horoscopes and numerology and readings.
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