Can I really say I was unaware?
Of the glowing signs as they were?
Of the manic glint in her eyes
When her tempers tempest was near?
Or of the huge hole in the budding bond
As stark and gaping as an open wound
Where flies and the sly sought a lasting feast?
I called it love, some called it insanity
I sought to please and build in peace
All intent noble and pure in vain
A heart once full of joy, in pain
Sweet pain; a guest at misery’s door
Old misery; pretty dame with painted nails
Can I ever truly say I was unaware of the game?
Of the hypocrisy of her blatant bray?
It started with the truths
So finely crafted they were silk
I adorned, a burial in copious sooth
A treat undeserving, the vile charm
Webbed around my eyeless eyes
Clawing and pawing at the ageless soul
The soul of my naked heart
Captive behind diaphragm forlorn
Alone, in a barrel as cavernous as lies
To forever you had sworn your stay
But, forever was a voice adance in the wild
Sailing her frigate wherever she pleased
Many more truths had me in an open bind
Like a mothers love for her only child
Lofty promises you freely stuck
Like feathers in your hat of hearts
Chasing shadows of my hanging lucidity
Into claws arid with negativity
Your eyes were ponds full of diamonds
No man but only a fool would dare
Shiny slits of danger a pair, a-fire and fierce
Irresistible, the lure of your almonds
I glommed heavens union with every gaze
Till upon dragons’ gate my knuckles rasped
But then some had called me insane
Thrusting into my gut, a lions mane
Shame and pain, all of your holy bane
The severance package I handsomely gained
Your laughter was sweet music
Tentative, almost hesitant yet alluring
Your beauty, the creator’s magic
Goddess, nubile Venusian in the valleys
And hills of tellurian nativity
Maybe twas I, having tasted of cupids poison
Who saw a goddess in your every frill
In your grace which I thought endearing
And your voice which I likened to a mermaids peal
You were as quiet as a dormant volcano
Plotting cold schemes with the mask of smile
I thought your silence a virtue measured in gold
Your smile a world devoid of bile
Full of love and the promises of eternal abode
Full of ditties with soulful melodies, but
All were facades for your vengeful monodies
Fresh bark upon wood fallen and rotting
When you did speak, many times the hurt
Many times I’d bear the brunt like was my lot
Carefree like a winged snake, seething
Digging my flesh with a fangfull tongue
Apologies in wake, love was my lake
And again will come the bitter song:
Love spurn, killer words your depravity
Spoliation of our protective veil
I sought to please with every vein
Your needs increased with every day
In stealth crept in bane after bane
Mountain of needs, the pillaging giant
Vesuvius and her spew my heart rend
Till Labour brought me a genial friend
Impalpable the bound of his gamut
Yet never enough was Wages rein
Straight, bent; baskets in the rain
Gratitude was always bereft
Twas my duty to always provide
A thankless errand etched upon my cleft
For I was lucky to beget the bride
A smug face and smile was all you kept
When at dusk I trudged in from the mine
To say welcome was needless deft
Shallow graft, chaff upon cupids sign
Patience was a blind scarecrow
Welcoming the pain you failed to scare
Fighting this danger till away went the crow
Rancour and dispute were sneering guests
Who’d poke a peek at our fleeting sanity
Giggling merrily into the ears of the moon
Telling a tale of a bond gone asunder
Of two lovers who never stop to ponder
Uncover the wonder that lay
Like a new born within naïve serenity
Upon my flaws were magnifying lenses
My every blight a daily announcement
Round my collared neck a silver bell
Reminder of my err upon commitment
And into a vault their pile you grew
Nurturing dead tales and readying the brew
For another err, the thousandth wrong
So all of hell, you’d gladly let loose
Your anger was a black tide
A temper no temptress would have envied
Upon my heart you banged this anvil
Roaring beast in a sunny storm
Your fists were unsheathed swords
Slashing through flesh and blood till gaping sores
Till shirt upon shirt lay tattered at my feet
Till all tempers laughed at the befalling gale
Till clouds gather for the cursed ride
For some grave wrong I had borne
Shrapnel from broken appurtenances flew
Like in a circus, wild stunts saw me through
You’d soak me in a litany of swears
Curses I feared might linger long:
Venom; solemn and deadly too
Flung with all intent ungodly
So to earth my knees I’d plant
And to the sky my case I’d plead
Allies of mine your beleaguered foes
The shield, your stand unopposed
Sturdy wall you built around your gold
Scared another temptress might depose
And so found hate within your entrails
As daily you enforced your ban
Your deception was wickedly furtive
Staying up at night, eyes fraught with tears
Awaiting my return in the arms of dawn
The whispers of romance that sifted
Through every au-bade
Almost believable; the hunger, the passion
The moments of sensual serein, the trickery
The trove of pride, sentinel of tears
Every row had your luggage grow legs
Always eager to once more fly
Bird to the highest bidder and tide
Till alarmed I’d heap a bag of begs
Upon your dainty feet and watch you sigh
A queen benign, the slave in line
Our every secret you divulged to the wind
Feeding the vultures with whom you were kin
My life’s tale lay within an aged vultures’ egg
The seer supreme crowned king in rags
Tell-tale of the many more years that would
Have been, many more years that could have been
My path had I trodden this road, future in a fugue
Autocratic decree: my home to be or not to be,
Lay within the crown of the vulture king
All of these and many more
The signs that lay around me like candles at mass
Cupids grey mist had enshrouded all sight
And I could see no farther than the three blind mice
At least not until Shame and pain
And all of her holy bane became
The severance package I handsomely gained
06/01/2011
Ohmston Weth
The length of your poem made it lose its magic. This sort of poem shouldn’t be as long as this.
@eletrika; no I don’t think so. I have poems that are ten A4 pages long and I can assure you that their magic can be felt from miles away by people who appreciate and know what poetry really is. Thanks for stopping by.
Wow.
Don’t touch it!
This poem tooo long ke! Na Essay?
Still On still, I started laughing, rolling when it became apparent that the protagonist had been had and the man nor sabi! which woman get diamond for her eyes abeg? =))
That said, the only thing I have against it is the length. It is an otherwise cool love song. Babes must fall in love.
@Daireen: this is not a lovesong oh! Its a tale of pain, heartbreak. Abeg read again, dis time dnt worry much abt the Lenght.