She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . "I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to anyone. I used to pray for perfect life. Now I pray to keep death away and find reasons to live."
She was my leather and lace. She was my black in heart beauty. I told her. No perfect life my dear love. All of us had sins and create pain and hell. No perfect soul. I have begged for mercy in the fire of love and I had ran from true salvation. You cannot repair the deeds of foolishness.
She laughed at my words and she came close to me. Whispered. "I use to pray for someone like you. Someone who would accept my scars and my heavy weight of regret. But, dead hearts and blind eyes cannot know love. You cannot save me. I don't want to be saved."
I kissed her tender lips and I brought her close. I told her. I have been dead for many years my love. My true face have been lost. I'm just a ghost of what I was. You and I. We are just people who almost had it all and now we must find some laughter, dance with the midnight moon and pray to the stars. To shed the skin of old and reborn anew.
She smiled and laughed. She questioned me. "Can we shred our old skin and be born innocence my love? Can we forgive the past deeds and forget the sins done?"
I told her. Sins and bad actions cannot be forgotten. We must move on and try not to repeat the same mistakes. Life is just lessons to make us wiser. Old poet wisdom. Life is tragedy, life is gestures of love and to live without fear. We must expose our true self. Open locked doors. Allow love to be sang into the blood, into the skin and we must eat love and life with a desperate need or we shall die. Tonight sweet lady we shall drink and dance. Forget the yesterday bad dreams.
Pretty woman smiled and she asked me. "Can Joan of Arc know peace? Burned body and heart, can it be rebirth in the flame of Summer hope and foolish Poet wish?"
Two people left the motel room. Hand in hand. Old Poet said a silent prayer. Please God of life and death. Forgive us who have sins. Life is hard and forgiveness is harder."
Words, and not just any words.
I loved it. As usual, there's always a few lines that get my eyes stuck on them...
And this time the sneaky thing masked itself as a seemingly "regular " line
" You cannot repair the deeds of foolishness."
but it's true, and almost perfectly explains the whole beginning of the piece, in a single sentence.
Well penned.
Very bitter sweet. I love the image you paint of them both. Two souls still half living on a world of pain. I think many of us can relate. Thank you for a lovely read.
Words, and not just any words.
I loved it. As usual, there's always a few lines that get my eyes stuck on them...
And this time the sneaky thing masked itself as a seemingly "regular " line
" You cannot repair the deeds of foolishness."
but it's true, and almost perfectly explains the whole beginning of the piece, in a single sentence.
Well penned.
This is so nicely written. I always admired Joan of Arc.
I love these lines:
" Sins and bad actions cannot be forgotten. We must move on and try not to repeat the same mistakes. Life is just lessons to make us wiser. Old poet wisdom. Life is tragedy, life is gestures of love and to live without fear. We must expose our true self. Open locked doors."
I love this. I can't help but think of Kant. You are the second person recently to remind me of him. Such a deep piece. The dialogue alone is spectacular. It almost reads as a noir or something similar, but not quite. My favorite line is "sins & bad actions cannot be forgotten." - a pillar of my life.
Overall, I love how this beautifies something the reader is left to assume is imperfect. It is the best it can be and my goodness is your final line ever so true - "Life is hard
& forgiveness is harder."
This is quite outstanding. I would love to have a cup of tea with you. You are so insightful.
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You are very kind. I miss my days in California. Good to sit and drink tea or coffee. Discuss life a.. read moreYou are very kind. I miss my days in California. Good to sit and drink tea or coffee. Discuss life and the words. I would enjoy a cup of tea and a discussion also with you.
The only state, I have yet to enter. I have been to the others -- some only driving through or stayi.. read moreThe only state, I have yet to enter. I have been to the others -- some only driving through or staying briefly -- but California goes untouched, for me at least. I would very much enjoy that.
I only appear very kind, because you (& your writing) is(are) very honest & true.
8 Years Ago
Monterey, California. Poets, writers and musicians. I spend my best day from 1992-1994. The ocean ne.. read moreMonterey, California. Poets, writers and musicians. I spend my best day from 1992-1994. The ocean near and people with similar dreams.
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Oh I am a sucker for the ocean. Thank you Coyote. Truly. I have never had a real reason or interest .. read moreOh I am a sucker for the ocean. Thank you Coyote. Truly. I have never had a real reason or interest in California. Maybe because I am from the east coast - rivals & such (I kid) -- but now I have an interest in it & I have a specific location to check out. I truly hope we are communicating when I cross California off of my list. I will thank you mid-way through my piece.
I am glad I have gotten the small chance to get a glimpse of who you are. You are a good man.
It's that thought, even when we present to the world what we want them to see, or indeed think, underneath our smiles and skin, we never change, fabulous.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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