"I Curse" ~A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: The rant of a lover about his subjugation by his lover. 

 A lovers historical history with his subjugate tor.

 

"I Curse"

I curse my halo and wings
This pure white robe, I’ve worn
And the crown upon my head
The golden band on my hand

These things that I received
You have placed them, upon me
I curse the day, that you went away
And every day after

I curse my unable tongue
And these lips of thine's
For they have swallowed my mouth
They fed me; only upsets and fits

I could not impress them upon you
Those hurts or the wants of yours
Or how much I do love you
And loved you, still it's you I love

I told you that night, that we shared each others flesh
That were I come from, this was a marriage
Though you thought, I was trying to be romantic
But see that was, just it, I was truly being serious

I told you that my kind; did not believe, in divorce
That we considered it, a fate worst than death
Only I can’t die; you see, yet I walk through it
Death, I mean

For my life it has escaped me
But, not its,... my weary breath
If, I could have allowed, myself too

I would have caught you up

Remember the night, we shared each others flesh
Remember were I come from, this is our marriage
Though you thought, I was trying to get romantic
But that was it, I wasn't truly being serious

I told you that my kind; did not believe, in divorce
That we considered it, a fate worst than death
Only I can’t die you see, yet I walk through it
Death, I mean

For my life it has escaped me
But, just not its weary breath
For if, I could have allowed myself too
I would have caught you up

And placed you into

An immaculate golden cage; filled
With all that your heart could desire
Yet, only it would still be tainted

Strong and silent, just a cage it would be
And that, just could not be!
For thee
Or for me



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The Friendship Ring

Reflections on a Lost Love;

A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold
Given to some one, from another passing by
 A token gift of old

Life speeds up and then it drags along
Until all at once It suddenly speeds on by
 And than It is gone

Always meaning to right all our wrong’s
But, yet forgotten
Forgetting the words to every song

While looking through my belongings just the other day
I found a simple little faded note
With some little things attached to it

They dangled

With several strips of transparent tape
Two penny’s, a little silver cross
And what looked to be a gumball ring

They clung there
So intensely 

As I begun to read aloud this note
Signed with good luck and love
Your Gennie

I began to sob so uncontrollably

I had to put it down and wipe my tears away
But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me
This happened for several days

I knew this note O’ so well

For early on in our relationship
It meant more to me, then I could ever tell

More to me then you will ever know

I had all but forgotten It

Until I verbalized those first few lines
 "Your words, not mine"

Then as a hot and glowing poker

From the fire
I was withdrawn

The steam finally vented from me
 Why did these things you wrote to me
Have no more place in thee?

Why am I a memory to you?
And why are you, but a dream too me? 

You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when

And then

Now why all of this mystery?

But, yet worse then this
 Is the silence in your eyes and
The words that will not speak

No, not one wink

The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent;  you were…
You are worth more then gold to me; even much more than platinum, you truly are!

The other penny a  little stamping of JFK right behind the President
You said: “I would always have some one standing right beside of me”
But, yet I stand alone and still

The little silver cross
You were wanting to share your God with me, but He was already mine too
Life did get so hard so fast when your mother past

You know I lost mine too

But, the you that was was already gone
I went through this all alone; It nearly took my life, that night!

And now that gumball ring

Your friendship ring some one special gave it to you

 But, it was not I

You said:

 “No one else has ever had it

and that it belonged with me

That I was your best-est friend!”

And yet

You will not make up with me

Whatever happened

That it became so hard for you

 To talk to me

or

For that matter

For I to talk to you

What is a matter with us?

   

You know how many times I have been walked upon

And kicked around

And I known about your hurts

Too
                  
Did you think

 I no longer had the capacity to forgive

 or

Was it you?

Dear friend, dear wife or X- wife: I am forced to say

You have a funny way of showing your eternal love

To me in this way

So I will bother to send this little note, back your way

 today…
Love your best X- friend, your X- lover, and your X- husband

Sincerely signed Mr. Xed

by

Sinbad the Sailor Man

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The rant of a lover about his subjugation by his lover / A lovers historical history with his subjugate tor.