unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

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Monday, May 24, 2010

the murder of love...


and so
this is
how it came about
the death of the innocents
death
death at the hands of others

murder
murder by the acts of others

others
in whom they believed
others whom they loved
and trusted
the life stolen from them
all their love
snatched from them
their dreams and hopes
their lives
as they knew them
their love
their trust
stripped
ripped
ruthlessly
from them
from the
innocents
and
there lay
their exposed souls
loveless
lifeless
wrapped
concealed
to be done
away with
rolled up
in the
rug of
wrongdoing
to be
tossed away
like yesterday’s
garbage
and he,
now taking
the lives of those
he proclaimed
to love more than
his own life
wrapping their
empty skeletons like
duct-taped disposable bags
to be tossed into
the dumping grounds
of his own
sinful acts
of
infidelity
as he
committed
the
murder
of
love

2 comments:

Nevine said...

Oh, what haunting words and images you've created here. This is almost painful to read... and yet, there is the truth of some hidden in these words... painful as that truth may be. Biting but still lovely, as only you know how to blend the two, Jenean!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear nevine - yes, haunting AND true - painful, as well - and i hope a bit beautiful for all to read - thank you for your always kind words, dear friend!