College Days I.

From Blackheart: Love is a Whore

This is a book and should be read in the following order: College Days I, Lover’s Cross, College Days II, Love is a Vulture, In The Endless Darkness, Love is a Whore, The Girl in The Bakery, Dreams of Carol, I Demon

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Inscriptions I.

Il avait le diablo au corps*
It’s been my natural state of course.

*French for, “He had the Devil in his body.”

2.
Jesus says, “Turn the other cheek”
The devil says, “Tear his throat out!”
The latter is the better,
But the former is the stronger.

3.
Even evil men must love
Struggle to attain that Holy Dove
And find for them it does not exist
Or learn to kneel before the Crucifix.

Inscriptions II.

1.
I don’t mean to hurt you
But regretfully I may.

2.
In the absence of love,
The heart wells with hate.

Sally’s Song (Acting Cool Is Your School)

You liked what my friends had named me
The tattoo on my arm
The sword, the knife, the heart, and gun
You thought I was so much fun
Hanging on my side
In my car on a ride
Big woman with a big man
You sold your love for pride
You loved your little fame
Like I’d given you a name!
“I’m seeing Black, were a thing,
We’re in love, it’s not a fling!”
You liked what my friends had named me
The tattoo on my arm
The sword, the knife, the heart, and gun
You thought I was so much fun.

Paint Your Portrait

1.
Your portrait was so polished and perfected
You made the victim your very image
Everyone felt so sorry for you
You made them feel you were owed a due
Because your life had been so painful blue
Your portrait was so polished and perfected
Too bad the view you projected
Only got you rejected.

2.
You screamed your story every time
You thought an ear was in the aim
Of your voice, (a little fame)

Daddy fucked me just like that,
Momma whipped me, my heart is black,
Filled my soul with sorrow,
It’s just a fact

And for a time people heard
Your painful tale, your agonized word
Especially I; I thought I could
Fix your burden, make it wood
A knotted seasoned soul
Like my own, hard and cold
But repair isn’t what you wanted
Despair is what you flaunted

You screamed your story every time
You thought an ear was in the aim
Of your voice, (a little fame).

3.
You were always hanging around
Bobby, me, and Phil
You thought you had friends abound
We laughed when we saw you coming
And after your leaving
You were stupid for believing.

4.
You were constantly pestering me with your childish adulation
I didn’t like you- couldn’t you see?
More than once in a cordial way
I told you to just go away
But no, you had to stay.

5.
You got everything you wanted
Yes it’s true
Your painful portrait
Your soul so blue
This was my gift to you.

6.
Your love is blood
Toil and sweat is what you want
I gave you all I could
Even if it wasn’t good
You got the best of me
But more is what you need
Your love is blood
Toil and sweat is what you want.

Note To The Reader

The poetry in this book was written when I was in my late teens and early twenties. This poetry can be offensive to some people so I would caution that there are some explicit elements in this writing. Blackheart is a struggle to balance good and evil with the desire to love and be loved. This struggle is entrenched in the concept of faith. The poetry attempts to show these ideas through conflicting emotions that shift in extremes. For this reason, I feel it is important to read this work in order. Each poem and chapter builds on the next.

I hope that you enjoy the reading. Thank you, Vince.

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