Love is a Whore

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

Love is a Whore

It was in my other life
Lying, stealing live to fight
C.O.D. my man
You got the cash
I got the stash
Don’t say you ain’t got a dime
I just haven’t got the time
Now fork it over or prepare to lose it
I got my gun and I’m gonna use it

I thought I knew how to score
I can’t believe the things I did before
All in the name of a dollar more
I left my heart at Heaven’s door

I had a friend named Sabatinus*
He dove from the bridge Nicodemus
Screaming, “Vince-man, you didn’t save me!”
But I didn’t hear that final plea
My ears were just too clogged with me
My eyes were just too black to see
Now Phil is dead in fifty feet or more
Do you understand my friend that death is war!
I left my heart at Heaven’s door.

It was just another night, another whore
When you got the cash it’s girls galore
When you got the stash you fuck two or more!
I remember seeing them go out the door
I watched with my head on fire
My eyes were a bloody mire
I looked at them and at the mirror
Principles buyer!
They bow to you, mighty Sire!
I took the razor blade and cut the powder
Spelled the ancient lore to make it louder;
God is man’s desire
Then fell back laughing, weeping
Thinking I knew affection’s core
That love was just another whore
I left my heart at Heaven’s door.

I was riding on the road to Hell
Drowning in the drinking well
When Bobby fell asleep upon the wheel
(Death would get His meal!)
And the car flew off the road
And landed in a horrid mode
My head went through the shield
And Bobby ate the wheel
I crawled from the twisted steel
My eyes were dead I couldn’t feel
I groped and sought the grassy ground
That was when I heard the sound
“Jesus God help me!” screaming
Over and over repeating

Then went silent with the touch of death
My sight breathed its newest breath
I lay looking to the skies
I saw the Heaven’s peering eyes
And when I looked towards the car’s direction
I saw my face’s broken glass reflection
My face disappeared
Bobby’s face appeared
Leaning back against the seat
Gaping mouth of blood and broken teeth
I just wailed and weeped

I learned what I didn’t know before
When I saw my face on Bobby’s gore
I knew it was time to leave that life behind
No more whores and no more crime
I knew what I didn’t know before
The night I left my heart at Heaven’s door.

* A friend who committed suicide by jumping from Nicodemus Bridge in Maryland.

Written 1988

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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