The End of a Saga Googoo Guy Pain in the Heart

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Open Poetry #11

The End of a Saga Googoo Guy Pain in the Heart

monique
Member

since 2000-02-03

Posts 369
Louisiana

0 posted 2000-12-23 02:40 PM

I had a dream
That is guitar
Was made of string cheese
Garnishing my mind
With spaghettis
Cooked in a blue pot
Spelling me
Long slurps of lies
About how much he lovez me
He poured over our noodles
A sauce of lust
Trapping my feelings
Into mush

Oh! Baby!
Lie to me one more time

and then......

I fell in love with a liar
Choosing to believe in his prayer
Hoping my love would make it right
It only turned int fright

My mind is so soaked in his speeches
That I forgot reality teaches
Not to sin no more
For life implore
For me to stop believing a lie

I cry
Too often
To forget
The momentum
Of his drum
Calling me evil
To desire his will

and then he was violent
i call it the Devil in Hell

He could not stand it
It was too cold
There was no good loving, cheating, lying
"Do me good baby and i'll treat you right"

His girlfriend was not there
To beat her up some more
She was at the blues club
Waiting for him to come back
And get some more of that hot cracking fire

In heaven he got a good whipping
For being such a lousy trouble maker
He got kicked out again
For not doing a good job
Bringing about Armageddon

and then he went to jail.....

Melody of my heart, song of my life
Searching for the perfect note
To match the beat of my strife
I manage to put a smile on my face

Singing alone with the one in mind
Whose out in jail crying to find
His head against the wall
Wailing over his fall

The doors are shut close
For us to smell the rose
Growing in my back yard
In the ground so hard
It is impossible
To sit at the table
Together
In the blender
We just don't mix

How can you fix
Something that just doesn't fit
When the light is lit

But he can write songs
About how much he longs
For me to hear how good he is
Claiming my life his

I wish it could be true
It is only a brew
To get drunk on
When we can't get no satisfaction
From the juke-box

In my socks
Standing up ready to dance

My trance
Melody of my heart, song of my life

and then he got out of jail.......

Waving goodbye to my lover
Enlacing one last look
Anguish over the lost
Vanishing touch
In-between cotton sheets
Novel written for two
Gazing at the finish line

Trotting alone
Heaven gone
Exposing darkness

Feverishly going over the past
Attraction so bright
Bathing in each other
Rising life once dormant
I bought myself a beautiful wedding dress
Carefully i will wear it on Halloween night

Overflowing sap
Featuring maple syrup on your lips

Riding on your unicorn
Offering empty promises
Magnifiying love with a big fake heart
Animated in the garden of eden
Nuances of our skin
Coloring creation
Embroidering our vision
Unweaving the fabric of romance

and finally....

If i coul i would
realize the wood
of my furniture is red
hot for my bed
in fire for him and i to mingle
in the middle
of spring valley
growing barley

wetting our appetite
for peace in flight
harmonious range
of rows arrange
soothing our mind
colorblind
to reality ahead of us
in the bus
of destiny
to eternity

realizing i am no
poet i had to blow
in the wind some more
of my folklore
animated all wrong
for the world to see me hung
insanity in action
with the wrong potion

forgive me for introducing
my mind on the line pulling
the string so tight
around my neck right
under the tree in bloom
full of prune

the end of this saga

monique

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