and love bleeds into it

you cannot have these words

       or steal them away 

            in the dead of night           as love


                bleeds into it

you cannot hope

       to blind me

          poking ego sticks into retna

         hoping to blind this vision             because   

               hope    and love

                     still bleeds into it…    

you cannot destruct a passion

           or convince falsely       with your lies of progress    

                 and necessity

                for my love

                     bleeds into it

you cannot fool me

     with false disguise 

           or vacant words

                i see you behind the feathered mask

                     beneath what has now become

                        my daylight’s frenzied skies

                             for my love, still

                             bleeds into it

you cannot take the soul

     of what was built      on death’s fragile sands 

          dragging  this  tattered remnant      

through your muddied labyrinth

        as long

          as love

              bleeds into it…

you will not take the guts of me 

        or impale me on your cross of falsehood 

               or tear away    a once pristine

                    and holy forest

                             in focused search

                                of a new temple on which

to construct a container for power

as i lay here   grieving the loss

know that this is not yours

for the taking                as love bleeds into it

there is no more time for

weeping  under earth’s winter skies

these tears are not

of regret         but of loss

but of love

as you destroy what was

born out of purity



                                                 and love

                                                           for we have all cried

                                                                               bloody tears into it

                                                                                               with our love


                                                                                                                of such loss

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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