Saturday, December 26, 2009

Soft Kisses On Golden Days

Soft Kisses On Golden Days
by JeromeProphet

Our love is an illusion
My fault
My pained confusion?

One heart that beats
Not two
A broken heart so blue

Your silence an intrusion
Upon my self delusion
It speaks as loud as thunder
Pushing my soul dark under

And whom is there to blame
Can anyone be shamed
For what they fail to do
For not feeling 'I love you'?

For it's my thoughts and feelings
That has sent my life reeling
And not your heart so bare
of love for me or care

So what should I now do
Make die this love for you?
Or let it wither in silence
Then buried in unsung violence

And what of memories we made
The future plans we laid
Of soft kisses on golden days
Of the children we would raise?

Are those thoughts now unmade
Or living in another way
In some distant place and time
A place we still could find

I'm hoping you hear it too
The song that led me to you
It's sung each and every day
God blessed in every way

And if you understand
We'll reach that promised land
And join our souls as one
Eternal Infinite love

Greeneyes - This is the poem I told you about earlier this week.

14 Hours Of My Love Life

14 Hours Of My Love Life
by JeromeProphet 

She Loves Me

After we marry we'll go to my church darling
I love you
I won't change my mind
Are you happy?

She Hates Me

You're Evil
You're Twisted
You pathetic sad man
You Loser
Never contact me again

Note: I wrote this a few months ago
Love and hate can be exchanged so rapidly that it leaves me astounded and confused

I'm A Tool

I'm A Tool
by JeromeProphet
I'm a tool
I'm just your fool
I'm what happens
When dumb love rules
I'm a toy
I'm just your boy
I'm not your man
  But a plan to annoy
So sell me out
Then you go pout
It's not all about
How you've been wronged
Then cuss me up
And cuss me down
Cuz you're singing
That same ole song
 One line for him
Then one for me
Just been betrayed
So easy to be

Abuse you crave
A sad sad game
You could escape
That's what I see

But you must step up
And be the grown up
Neither his mommy 
Nor his slave

For you are the maker
And the shaper
You're in charge
Of your own destiny

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