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Just The Bombs of Yesterday

Updated on May 28, 2013

All I did was kneel and pray

All that's left is to kneel and sway

To find the beauty in surrender


Where the promise in your eyes went

I cannot follow

Where and when adoration was replaced

by abhoration

I cannot place


The comforts found in the palm of your hand

are now the fires

drying the water of my soul


All I do is kneel and pray

All I say is let there be angels

by my side

and playing in your hair

by our side


All I hear

Is the deafening silence of my sins

begging me to hear them plead

To let them in

to let them be
.


The arrogance of another time

the comforts of illusion

The spiritual war that contaminates

drawing all them in


I battle as I sleep

No fairy-tales

No delusions

Just the bombs of yesterday


I pick at the wounds

I pry them dry

they don't bleed

All alive

the dark matter of you and me.

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      :0( Love's lost love well articulated,but life gets better, and often love, the second time around, is SO much better-hard to believe sometimes, but I found it to be true.

      Have a lovely evening;

      Peace,

      R.Q.

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Thanks for gracing my page with your presence RQ! Yes you are right - life does get better - I can already see the rainbows - but in this case - I am hoping 3rd times the charm... at least with several more months of healing :)

      Cheers to you - stop by anytime.

      Frankie

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      This makes me think back to a violent relationship I once had. She abused me with words and I abused her with hands, but the guilt belongs to me because I should have been stronger. I should have ended it before I landed the first blow and became a monster. The guilt still eats at me for my sins against her. I use it as the reminder to never raise my hands in anger again.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love lost can be the hardest to experience add in other problems and you can have a most volatile situation.

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      Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

      Wow - love lost is right. Your poetry is searing. And the images you find to accompany your poetry are as searing as the worlds. Well done!

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Summer Ann. What a beautiful name and what beautiful writing I have found here to cherish - definitely you could give Leonard Cohen inspiration with these lovely sacred words - I am so impressed by your innate gift which cannot be taught at a writing school - one either has it or they don't - and you definitely have it my friend.

      Another share on my Facebook page with a direct link back here.

      Just finished my coffee and muffins and listening to some nice classical music to start the day at lake erie time canada 10:55am

      Colin and his cats Tiffy and Gabriel

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