A mad man prayer

Love can create a madness.

                              
                           A mad man prayer

I woke up with your name on my lips.

THE PHONE IS RINGING.

I dreamed you were calling me.
Bringing me into the heat of your flesh.
Calling my name.
Whispering words of love.

Sweet words.
Thanks for the education of the long ride.

I awake.
Sweating and full of hate.
Not wishing to touch you.
But to hurt you like you did to me.

I make plans to see you.
To find you.
Then the hate seem to fade away.

I pray to be able to fall into your arms.
For you to twist up my mind and heart again.

Make me your slave again.
I would serve you.
For you are what I need.

I fall asleep again.
You come into my dreams.
You are so beautiful.
So sweet and innocence looking.

THE PHONE IS STILL RINGING>

I see myself.
Being drowned in cement till I'm buried.
Unable to breath.
I won't cry out for help. I will watch you pour the last of the cement.

I will wait for my last breath.
You give me a demon smile.
Raise your hands.
 The cement open up for you.

You tell me.
You will not die.
I'm your punishment.

You ran away from everyone.
I'm your time in hell for being a b*****d.

You will be my fool.
I will hold you as a prisoner till only a flicker
of emotion is left.

You will live till you only wish will be a trip into hell.

THE PHONE IS RINGING

I awake and I answer the phone.
I hear a sweet voice.

You whisper. Come to me now.

                          Coyote
                        1996

Author's Note

A old poem. Any errors. Please assist. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A mad man prayer'
Coyote poetry,
This title fits.. the whole thing speaks of self destruction. I have known people which would of robbed me of life too. The first line and last line really give this contrast of dark and light and then everything in between.
'I woke up with your name on my lips'
last line.
'you whisper, "come to me now.'
Your body of work speaks of the pain people inflict on one another and even upon themselves.
Be careful what you wish for was the thread through this piece which is a good bit of advice for anyone whom wants to love and be loved and will simply settle...hard lesson too.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the comment. Love can be twisted.

[Zoe]

this was surging with emotion. love it.

[Eric Cox]

A great write about the call of the female and how strange it can sometimes be.

[Breezie Kae]

Woah. This is great. A few parts were a little cliche, but it worked. I loved how in the moment this was.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is a fine line between love and obsession... some believe control is how you express love when it is really bout boosting self esteem and pride... I like the format, it adds to the psychological expression of the words.

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[Ladysue]

oh wow this one speaks loud and clear to me...love your title...this is insightful and wonderfully expressed. good writing...

[RLT's Heart]

I like it. I think the back and forth in emotion represents the human condition well.

[Bethany]

This is really something, the idea progresses and yet it still maintains the sense of it being just a quick snapshot. I loved it!

[Alice.Valkyrie]

This is very good, relatable, a glimpse into a mad, mad relatonship.

[Ashley H]

We really cant determine whether we love something or not no matter how crippling and detrimental. This really paints a resonant picture of that.