Love Bloody Love

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    Love Bloody Love

    I walked one hundred miles

    To hell on broken glass

    And shook hands with Satan just

    So I could kiss your ass;

     

    I’ve danced with Pandora

    Under a bloody moon

    And have filled my sails

    With a raging tycoon;

     

    I’d run down a cougar to be

    With the one I want the most

    Or run one thousand miles

    Just to hold you close;

     

    I’d do anything just

    To stand next to you,

    Still you turn away from

    What you know is true;

     

    I swam this dark

    And mysterious lake

    And still my love

    You will not take;

     

    I’ve left my home,

    My native roots

    And climbed this mountain

    And licked your boots;

     

    I faced down a cobra

    And skinned his hide

    Then I walked through the

    Sahara and nearly died;

     

    I’ve faced armies,

    Disease and starvation

    And walked the darkest

    Side of every nation;

     

    You were cloaked in your

    Dark shroud of eternal mystery

    While I stood naked and bleeding

    In the middle of loves debris;

     

    Just waiting in the post

    Mortem of erotic despair,

    The hollow eyed people had money

    But no sympathy to spare;

     

    I climbed an electric,

    Barbed wire fence

    And still your love

    Remained so tense;

     

    My spinning, sorrowed,

    Suicidal desperation

    Almost turned into homicidal,

    Sexual frustration;

     

    A rabid wolf wouldn’t

    Stop me from trying,

    A fool searching for truth

    While everyone is lying;

     

    I’ve driven against the

    Blowing, poisonous wind

    And have been knocked on my

    Ass and just sat and grinned;

     

    Death stalks me

    Everywhere I go,

    How to win your love,

    I’ll never know;

     

    A woman mistook my accidental

    Orgasm for ecstasy,

    I thought it was good until

    She asked me for a fee;

     

    I traveled south to

    Wear a Colombian necktie

    Before I jumped off the Sears

    Tower and tried to fly;

     

    The stormy clouds have

    Always filled my head,

    I went to Jamaica and walked

    Hand in hand with the dead;

     

    I’ve played with lightning

    And swallowed thunder

    And wrestled crocodiles

    In the land down under;

     

    I’ll trudge through the

    Arctics freezing snow

    And bloody my hands just

    To let my love show;

     

    I swear I would do anything

    For your selfish, bloody love,

    Even surf with sharks in

    An impossible body glove;

     

    I would give up

    Medicines healing staff

    Or rip off my clothes just

    So I could make you laugh;

     

    Tell me what it takes

    To make you see,

    What suicidal stunt would

    Make you look at me?

     

    I know that I can’t

    Just be myself,

    You would just kick me in

    The balls and say, “Go to Hell!”

     

    So I crawl one hundred

    Miles on bloody slivers

    To find a lover who’ll

    Give me shivers;

     

    I haven’t found a

    Goddamn thing yet,

    A mouth full of blood

    Is all I can get.

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    Worthless commented on Love Bloody Love

    07-24-2012

    i must have read this along time ago, but apparently didn't comment, which is odd. probably was tired from being out on the road.. I like the way you write your poems especially with sarcasm... i write mine with truth and sarcasm too and sometimes people dont like that.. But with this one, i can relate to most of it. if you read some of my poems, you might understand. Keep writing.

    dylandean

    07/24/2012

    Thank you. This was written in anger after having my heart broken. I'll read some of yours and leave comments in a while.

    cmlestrade commented on Love Bloody Love

    03-03-2010

    Well you'll do a lot for the love of your life but just love yourself a little bit more. This was very cute and I hope just humor ,because no one would demand this of anyone. Marvelous writing

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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    I Hate Everybody 5
    Hibernation Blues 3
    Voodoo Blues 4
    For the Love of a Woman 3
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    Love Bloody Love 2
    Mathilda The Hun 2
    No Mercy 1
    The Sick and the Dead 1
    Picture Me Naked 0
    Muse of the World 0
    Lights From Space 0
    Afterbirth 1
    Forgive Me Not 4
    Five Card Wink 1
    The Outlaw Trail 2
    Mystery of a Woman 8
    Endless 2
    Flower Bed 1
    Oceans of Time 1
    Reflection 0
    A Taste of Blood 2
    The Earthling 3
    Winter Rain 4
    Death Therapy 2
    She Used To Be Mine 1
    Whispering Sky 0
    Comforter 2
    Mustang 2
    Whispers of a Dream 2
    A Taste of Death 6