The Girl in The Bakery

From Blackheart: Love is a Whore

Vincent V. Triola
Jun 1 · 4 min read
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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

The Cowards Song

1.
I left like a speeding arrow
To live the straight and narrow
Got a job in a supermarket
Felt I was on target
Now I’m punching the clock and counting the day
Until I get my hard earned pay.

2.
Who’s that girl standing there?
Who’s that girl who’s caught my stare?
My eyes have never been more blessed
By this girl who seems above the rest
Could this be the one to test
My moral mettle, my soul’s best
Who’s that girl standing there?
Who’s that girl who’s caught my stare?

The Girl in the Bakery

1.
When I’m working
I’m mostly listening
Your voice is like a symphony
Chopin!
Bach!
Beethoven!
They’re all a fluent Dali
Melting in time away
But you’re a one-tongue orchestra
That in my mind forever plays.

2.
I cannot place my sight specifically
Upon what it is
That makes you so beautiful?

3.
You’re like a cat,
But in a kitten sense
Walking softly with a bounce
A carefree motion
Taking strides with emotion
And upon some ball of happiness
A readiness to pounce.

4.
You’re a Mona Lisa for my words
I could not paint you in a thousand words.

5.
Perhaps it is just your pretty smile.

The Girl in the Bakery II

I’ve seen faces come and go
Some were fast and some were slow
Always was a little too strong
It was never right- always wrong
But then I saw your pretty smile
I’d like to sit and talk with you awhile!

Tall blue grass, a peaceful soldier
Purple boulders, four leaf clovers!
All these rare oddities
All these things I see in thee
Cause when I saw your pretty smile
I had to sit and talk with you awhile!

I’ve seen the gaping jaw of death
Eating friends in a breath
I tried to chain my howling beast
But in my sadness I had to feast
When I saw your pretty smile
I had to stop and talk with you awhile!

It’s just another working day
The doldrums of an overacted play
But when I see you working across the way
You decorate my pointless day
You make me paint my face a smile
And wish to talk with you awhile!

Heaven Sent

You charged my heart
With affection’s smart
I delved into a black art
“I shall conjure me a thee!”
Buying Satan’s bible
And every ingredient
I chopped up baby birds
I yelled out magic words
Pouring in the buzzard blood
I stirred round the brew to mud
Outside in the night
Lightening cracked with might
I stood like a bird in flight
Screaming out the final rite!
What mayhem and Hell!
The cauldron jumped and swelled
Then belched out the elixir
Coating the room with ichor
And thus arose the voice of Him
The Prince of Dark, the God of Sin
I see to all the trouble you went,
But I can’t provide the Heaven sent.

Sanctuary

You seem to me an angel
Perhaps because I have been so evil
Like some sanctuary
Away from my past iniquities
You frighten me
I cannot help but laugh, thinking
That the Demon who used the gun to kill
Is scared of the girl with a good will.

Thinking of Carol and the Beast I.

I am not the man I was before!
Blackheart is dead
The beast I’ll be no more.

The Coward

1.
Many times I’ve meant to speak with you
But every time I started on my quest
My heart rolled in my chest
And my tongue couldn’t vest
The will to even speak.

2.
Up arose my saintly self
Saying no to this and not to that
And stating that any action used
Must be with kindness fused
Be noble
Be humbled strong
Be gentle with compassion
For that is Carol’s fashion
And while the Saint maintained the moral fabric
The beast lashed out in fits of havoc.

1988–1992

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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From haiku to hefty memoirs - poems, stories and essays that break through the bullshit. Looking for pieces that go far beyond cliché to uncover a new realm of possibilities. Other Doors features writing that leaves the reader with genuine congenital reactions.