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∙♥∙ ♡ ∙∙ Love is the enemy ∙∙ ♡ ∙♥∙


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Loneliness has a secret

a weakness it tries to hide

for it cannot stand to be alone

no,  it wants be a guide

into and through the depths of  despair

traveling close by  your side


it  preys upon your insecurities

needs you to lose any sense of  pride

feeds thoughts of  betrayal,  rejection or indifference

with a mantra of  “he lied!  he lied!”

leaving you  feeling helpless

as if  all hope has died


but Love is the enemy of  Loneliness

a   full heart can always turn the tide

if  you but trust in the chance  for happiness

staying open to the  joys that  Love can provide

in the warmth of  your lover’s embrace

you can  feel Loneliness defeated…     all its desires denied

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“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

artwork ~   “Love Thoughts”   Raphael Kirchner
{  public domain }

this is my submission to ~

Kerry Says ~ Is Love a Tender Thing?   at   imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:  write a poem for Valentine’s Day with the theme “Love is The Enemy”


thank you,  Kerry!

“Love Is A Battlefield”   Pat Benatar

lyrics ~

(We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

You’re begging me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

We’re losing control
Will you turn me away, or touch me deep inside
And if all this gets old, will it still feel the same
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield

We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield

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/ heart shaped box / \

Ruth Bernhard  1962

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you put me in this box

hoping what?

that you could keep me to yourself?

that you could subdue me into loving you?

that i would suffocate and die?

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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?

my resolve will only deepen

i will pull further away

…..pull harder

pull longer

until

you have to release me

one way or another

for i am stronger than you think

there is nothing you can force me to do

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you do not have the power

to berate me

to degrade me

to enslave me

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you cannot take my heart

for i am not willing to give it

you cannot damage my soul

for i will not let you touch it

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it is your soul

in this box made of  your evil thoughts

fouled beyond salvation

thinking you are in control

thinking my life is in your hands

you can kill nothing

but this body

this

body

which

has

no

true

meaning

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you will only destroy yourself

for my memory will forever be in your mind

haunting each and every little thought

filling them with curses

which are only the truth

about you…..

hell will seem like paradise

by the time i’ve finished with you

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“Heart Shaped Box”  Nirvana 

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originally posted  9 August 2011

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photograph by  Ruth Bernhard
{ fair use }

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Ꮺ i sung of Chaos and Eternal Night Ꮺ

i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night
within the Eye of  the Hurricane

where up was down
back was forward

and the silence echoed your name

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nothing could tear away
my need for you

in dark
in cold

inside
below

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all sanity gone
all vanity done

all emotions just one
…pain…

dancing
to the song i sung

of  Chaos and Eternal Night

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no end to the night
no end to your spite
no will left to fight

i held the pain close

singing
sweet nothings

to no one

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i sung of  Chaos and Eternal Night

from within the Eye of  the Hurricane

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“Rock You Like A Hurricane”   Scorpions 

originally posted  28 November 2011

image  ~    free animations  from  gifs.net
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•• Ꮙ • Miss Otis Regrets • Ꮙ ••

Miss Otis,  the epitome

of  a prim and proper young lady

until that fateful day

used by a cad

in men’s clothes

she didn’t know what to say

she shot him dead

thinking that would be

the polite thing to do

if  only Miss Manners

had covered this sort of thing

Miss Otis would have nothing to rue

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“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters 

originally posted 24 November 2011

image  from  weheartit.com
{  fair use }

“Miss Otis Regrets”   Ethel Waters

lyrics ~

songwriter:   Cole Porter

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

she is sorry to be delayed
but last evening down in Lovers’ Lane she strayed, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when she woke up and found
that the dream of  love was gone, Madam
she ran to the man who lead her so far astray
and from under her velvet gown
she drew a gun and shot her lover down, Madam
Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today

when the mob came and got her
and dragged her from the jail, Madam
they strung her to the willow across the way
and the moment before she died
she lifted up her lovely head and cried, Madam…

Miss Otis regrets
she’s unable to lunch today
Miss Otis regrets she’s unable to lunch today

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baby did a bad thing

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i knew she was gonna break my heart

but once i touched her

there wasn’t a fuckin’ thing i could do about it

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she took my heart between her teeth

and shook her head back and forth

like a dog with a bone

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only i was the one

slavering at her feet

willing to do anything….

a. n. y. thing.  she wanted….

to convince her of  my undying love

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all in the split-second

of  eternity

that it took to touch her arm

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but she spit out my heart

whispered  “maybe another day”

and walked away

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then baby did a bad, bad thing

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i wasn’t enough….

she wanted the adoration

of  every man in the bar

and was willing to do

what they wanted to get it

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i felt like cryin’

knowing she’d go that low

for a standing ovation

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i lit a cigarette

caught her eye

then turned and walked away

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i knew i’d find true love again

somewhere else….

another day

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“Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing”   Chris Isaak

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originally posted  1 August 2011

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image ~  “Stripper”   bixentro on flickr
{ some rights reserved }

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“Baby Did A Bad Bad Thing”   Chris Isaak

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