“I am a man with a heavy heart, and I dare not turn the pages
Writing with automatic self destruction
Is a blind faith, a cruel waste”
Love is rent, and his payment is overdue
She draws the weapon from car compartment
And makes way to the apartment
Who knew a midnight text
Would have his room blown over like semtex
All debts are paid
An Angel sends a deadly blessing
And let other men take this message as a lesson…
First To Shoot
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
“Knowing she won’t be happy.
Something telling me it’s going to be a long night,
Reminiscing knowing my place,
Side-stepping, making that call.
It’s a fight with two parts of the mind.
These walls feeling like another drug,
Not had much to drink,
Brandy’s turned to worries.
Should have a different girl lying by my side
Instead trying techniques of neutralize.
Imagining if I make this call,
Wondering will she understands what’s on my mind.
Will she even recognize?
Does she know or is she a part of the wondering walls.
Contemplating just having the stuff
Because the walls are making me feel like I’m on the drug.
Just would’ve been a standard hangover dawn
With curtains drawn
Too late now curtains aren’t an option
Still no idea of the time.
If I do it voices soften.
But now temptation in the near
Tears in her voice
Telling me I had a choice.
Before my words.
Knowing I’m pulling the trigger on a point blank nerve
Now thinking have we hit the curb.
He’s only gone and shot a nerve
As her son she can’t be happy, but still by my side, leaving all her pride.
Knowing a simple mistake could change our lives.”
Men raise flags and she whispers to the wind
Her campaign of lies has Caesar marching out with his forces
And Empires fall like leaves unwatered
In deep remnants, she escapes his imperialism for independence
Even Alexander couldn’t conquer a heart so Helmand
Provinces untouched, a promise never to be undone..
Mistake the wedding aisle for death row
On his knees for the executioner’s final blow
Propose to engage in deadly ties
Exchange vows and divorce bullet from gun’s mouth
Confetti falls like empty shells to semi-automatic song
Golden rounds on the floor
Marked with manufacturer codes
Dates, Occasions, Places
And names of lovers lost in her war…