Posted in heartissues

Mother of love

That the goddess of love and the god of war would plot against humanity and hand their child both gifts.

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Dear Venus,

Radiant queen of love’s embrace,

I know I’m about to sound stupid

And I dance on the edge of folly

But it’s about your little boy Cupid

The one the romans call Eros

Arrows tipped in passion’s fire.

Did you encourage him?

Be the wind beneath his wings?

For then you’d be guilty too, culpable beyond doubt

See, your mischievous child shooting arrows to test fate

Tested troubled waters;

Let fly an arrow,

an ode to love’s fervor, passion’s whispered envoy

And now, I’m in a

Moonlit serenade

Except to the music of Cupid’s bowstring

Venus, mother of love, in heavens above,
Your son struck me.

Posted in poetry

Have tears lost their thing?

When I was young

I knew it was wrong

To make someone cry

Twas a evil deed…so sly

But the years went on and I began to see

How the world I knew was a fantasy

For sometimes tears entertain

Especially if they come by pain

There are 7 deadly sins

But this world has two, maybe three

This world powered by greed and malice

And pain and abuse

It’s a bad world we live in

And the pain it normalizes