Red Pepper, Blue E-Book

Joseph B. Raimond

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 33

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

This little book of poetry and verse sums up the thoughts of the author as he worked his way through the last months of an abusive and violent marriage, and the hope he felt after finally achieving freedom from abuse.

Leseprobe

MIRRAN THOUGHT

Written 2013 to 2015 in Fürth,

Germany

As always, in loving memory of Frank Abendroth.

For Conny, my perfect angel

Dedicated to Neal Cassady

Cover art by Joseph B. Raimond

“My Love” watercolor on paper 2003

Fürth, Germany,

This is DWM release Nr. 129

Contents

Betting on a Losing Horse

A Sunny Day

Two Times One

For Red Pepper, Blue

Betting on a Losing Horse

Little boys, so blind to the

Evil of a mother, play outside

Football and hide and seek

Ready to hide from their future tyrants

Boss, bitch and boobs,

Boobs, that jelly from above

But only when one is lucky

Boobs will tie a man down with their

Sheer weight, and he won’t mind

At least at first

But when he finally does, fuck!

It’s too late, asshole!

Tyrants:

Often an all-in-one package,

And at a bargain price!

Always vying for control of his poor soul

And so the story continues,

and when the ball and chain

Was finally cut, it lay open to the elements

The tear drenched rain slowly rusting

Away the links that had once

So enslaved his very happiness

And the ball lay open

For all to see, to laugh at and to mock

And the ball felt foolish, for it was naked

And all could see the cracks, the faults

It was not perfect after all

It lay exposed to the eyes of those

It once tried to control

But that fine feeling,

Drunk on power, the rage that set

Him to trembling ……was…..

Gone!

Shit!

Seeing that fear and hatred radiating

From his blue eyes, the ball felt fear

For the first time, of being alone,

Of being without power,

Of being without fuel to power that hatred

Of being left with nothing

The ball never forgot, and ever since

Has been trying to regain than glory

Like the fallen dictator dreams from his

Plush South American residence

The ball longs for the days of power

When blues eyes jumped at the word

When nagging was taken seriously

But for all it was, it was never love

Disguised as it was at the beginning

Fooling everyone, even blue eyes

Love it could never be

It was the black side of life, frozen

Night forever, with no chance of dawn

No warmth, no light

No sun and no tenderness

A spiritual black hole, sucking

Sucking in all that was positive

Until the darkness would be complete

Until deprivation would be complete

Hell,

Plain and simple

And since it was hell,

What do you think that makes you?

No, it is only the light that matters

In these precious few seconds we are given

And you have already wasted most of mine

What? Forgiveness?

Forget forgiveness,

How can a simple being forgive something

So evil

Feeling so small, meaningless

There is no space left for forgiveness

I am like your sculpture

Always being chipped away

Chipped away, smaller and smaller

Until nothing

Not even a core, an essence

Is left to live

Perhaps nothingness

Is pure male perfection

(in the eyes of a female)

Blood and tears,

There is always something flowing,

Blood, tears, blood, tears

I am so sick of these rivers

Oceans

It is time to freeze

For in a frozen world

Blood and tears cannot flow

So, now you know

Why I don’t like to jump into cold water

Although I did learn to swim

And so the days pass, and the experiences mount

Finally coming into line with the average

A few dreams get fulfilled along the way

And a few nice memories vie for space

Among the many bad

It is time to stay positive, live for now

All the while

Romanticizing about the “good old days”

The number of which seem to be increasing

With each day!

Even one or two with you as the main star

But don’t flatter yourself

As you’re usually naked, and middle aged

While living for the now

My face grows wrinkled and weary