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Farewell, My Bloody-Hearted, Love

Updated on March 10, 2016
A true look at the cold act of betrayal.
A true look at the cold act of betrayal. | Source
So that's it?
So that's it? | Source
Why me?
Why me? | Source
I am so numb.
I am so numb. | Source
I can remember his cologne.
I can remember his cologne. | Source
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here? | Source
The dark, cold arena of broken trust.
The dark, cold arena of broken trust. | Source

Oh, my sweet wingless angel, lover, voice of silk, visible mother's milk
Knowledge of bloody pain seers my spirit as killer's blade so sharp.
Your face in our bed vacant, webs of time so woven
My weakened eyes watch you fly silently with no steps, no glance.

Our youth woven into the soul, your beauty angels envious seconds told
My bloody heart asks an improvished gasp while I give my last sigh to the asp.
Oh, bloody angel womanhood finer than merchant's silk
My tears stain the breasts as vengeful shadows of sorrows rasp.

This dawn, this light, this bread of hate, the final debate
And you the love scent I crave as mindless men pour dirt in my grave.
I, ignorant I, cannot yelp the young wolf's warning in measured time
Shattering a love, a bloody love now fading to angry pairs of lowly doves.

Shovels dig up, down, some light, less light now
Words like leeches fangs take my eyelids, my broken pains.
Raindrops resented purpose bold
Whispers of lies, kisses, and fragile vows once told.

Could you not, would you not, perfect feminine gender fair
Just let me once, a final once, stroke your hair a muted motion slow.
I bleed at my seed exposed as beasts die in your presence bold.
Just a second, a final second, allow my lips to quench this crave

As crows, ravens, and catastrophies fade, dance in unison on my grave
Oh, lover, former bloody lover of heart now known
Betrayed, trounced, driven to filthy images of flesh and bone.
I beg, oh, lover, savior of manhood, please slow your steps

Look at me, my sweet hair of brunette cold
Vows to fight the mocking night while clowns ressurect names of old.
You, bloody love, aimless heart, now stare at me in tiny parts
And jackals with grins, bite with grins and chew away crumbs of my heart.

Please, bloody woman I worship so clean, let me savor your songs and girlish whispers again
Allow me the pleasure of tasting your touch, giving my last, not asking ransomed favors of sin.
Just permit me one savored moment in your tiny arms so weak
While torments of you leaving devour a peace I lost and cannot seek.

I lay in the lifeless ground with murmurs of the hypocrite's mouth agape
No name, no fame, no perfumed breath to take.
Hades gates of rusted liar's scratch now swing
My bloody lover of angelic wing . . .
My portion you took . . .
Now I die buried forsook.

Pointless staring out a window to try and see a lover who is never coming back.
Pointless staring out a window to try and see a lover who is never coming back. | Source


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      Kenneth Avery 20 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      My Dear, Sweet Friend, bravewarrior,

      "Words to really give you proper thanks for such a sweet comment are beyond me. I am honest with you. You always nail what your heart wants to say to me."

      "Now my spirit is flying with new wings thanks to you."



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      Shauna L Bowling 20 months ago from Central Florida

      Wow, Kenneth. Your dark side is so vivid and enchanting. That might not make sense, but the dark emotions you describe are captivating.

      Great job!

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      Kenneth Avery 21 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest Shyron E Shenko,

      Wow! What a perfectly-phrased, constructed masterpiece. I loved it. And Shyron, thanks so much for sharing this with me and your very warm comments. These days, missing my daughter, words like yours bring my spirit back to the warm light.

      But in all honesty, this was not about my daughter. I was trying my hardest to capture the pain and tormented thoughts and words from a man who had loved this girl of his dreams for year and then one morning she just walked away in a thick fog.

      I had another thought. One day, now you think about this, you and I should write a drama for community theater.

      Think about it and write me anytime.

      Love, Kenneth

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      Shyron E Shenko 21 months ago from Texas

      When tomorrow starts without me,

      And I am not there to see,

      If the sun should rise and find your eyes

      All filled with tears for me;

      I wish so much you wouldn't cry

      The way you did today,

      While thinking of the many things,

      We didn't get to say.

      I know how much you love me,

      As much as I love you,

      And each time that you think of me,

      I know you will miss me too;

      But when tomorrow starts without me,

      Please try to understand,

      That an angel came and called my name,

      And took me by the hand,

      And said my place was ready,

      In heaven far above,

      And that I'd have to leave behind

      All those I dearly love.

      But as I turned to walk away,

      A tear fell from my eye

      For all my life, I'd always thought,

      I didn't want to die.

      I had so much to live for,

      So much left yet to do,

      It almost seemed impossible

      That I was leaving you.

      I thought of all the yesterdays,

      The good ones and the bad,

      I thought of all the love we shared,

      And all the fun we had.

      If I could relive yesterday,

      Just even for a while,

      I'd say good-bye and kiss you

      And maybe see you smile.

      But then I fully realized,

      That this could never be,

      For emptiness and memories,

      Would take the place of me.

      And when I thought of worldly things,

      I might miss come tomorrow,

      I thought of you, and when I did,

      My heart was filled with sorrow.

      But when I walked through heaven's gates,

      I felt so much at home.

      When God looked down and smiled at me,

      From His great golden throne,

      He said, "This is eternity,

      And all I have promised you.

      Today your life on earth is past,

      But here life starts anew.

      I promise no tomorrow,

      But today will always last,

      And since each day's the same way

      There's no longing for the past.

      You have been so faithful,

      So trusting and so true.

      Though there were times you did some things.

      You knew you shouldn't do.

      But you have been forgiven

      And now at last you're free.

      So won't you come and take my hand

      And share my life with me?"

      So when tomorrow starts without me,

      Don't think we're far apart,

      For every time you think of me,

      I'm right here, in your heart.

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      Shyron E Shenko 21 months ago from Texas

      Just add the video The Master's Bouquet. I am sure you have heard it.

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      Shyron E Shenko 21 months ago from Texas

      Hauntingly beautiful, mournful cries, making me weak with sadness and brings back thoughts when those I loved had died.

      This is a treasure Kenneth.

      Blessings always

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      Kenneth Avery 21 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, Jodah,

      How are things in Queensland? Just poking you to find out what type of weather you are having.

      At my home it is raining a slow rain (my fave) at 8:14 p.m., CST.

      I crave sleep.

      Thank you for your humbling comment.

      You, MizbeJabbers and all of my followers are MUCH Loved and Appreciated.


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      Kenneth Avery 21 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, MizBejabbers.

      Thank you dear friend for your very kind comments.

      These days there a lot of "trains" pulling in and out of my life. So much so that I weep at the drop of a hat.

      Some will argue this is part of the healing process.

      I cannot affirm that. But what I can affirm is that this hurt has got to stop or at least come down a level or two.

      Write me anytime.


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      MizBejabbers 21 months ago

      It is a beautiful mourning. You do exhibit a lot of depth.

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      John Hansen 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Another amazing poem from you Kenneth. You are so versatile with your hubs ranging from light hearted and humorous to the likes of this deep and meaningful poetry. Well done.