Thursday 26 November 2009

*8 Cups.

why am i so fucking hated
to be abused with threats of sex
and teased on things
i wish to bring
into my life again.
i had a dream of love, a union
with the earth beneath my feet
spring all around
flowers in the ground
i meet with challenge again
where are the forces
of good and love
when all is set to evil
i never knew how
this situation came about
where i am the only believer
so let me know
how to show
that i do wish to be loved
and all else
for all it is worth
can go and fuck itself!

1 comment:

  1. this is a blurb from a past life, as a confused 28 year old man at 24 years. it certainly seems that way anyway. so many years pass without incident that i forget when they come in for the kill...

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