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Blood On My Hand
At 11:49 p.m. on 2005-10-05


This poem is about our Huskie/Akita female named Nanook. She was always trying to fight with her sister, and several times she tried to kill her, so instead of allowing her to kill Nokomis, we were forced to shoot Nanook one night. She had just completely lost control. This was my way of dealing with it, because I cared about Nanook a lot, and hated to see her go.


Your blood on my hand
And your heart on my shoulder
Why must we live this on, over and over?
Was the pain not enough?
Were we not pained in breathing?
You hurt your own sister
I could not stop the meaning
She loved you, you betrayed her
You had to end
A bullet would stop you
Allow her heart to mend
My baby, my darling
You kept her away
She could not share our love
Therefore, you could not stay
A jealousy, bitter, ate away like a cancer
A bullet, so pure
Ended a life, gave an answer
Love is what you needed - acceptance -
You would not see it
So, now, no more sisters
A life so short
A grudge held, so long
Did not give good tidings
Love is.. where you are now
See it, keep it, learn, somehow
Remember.
We did all out of love.
Hate was, and never will be, an answer.


Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12


Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday





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