Used & Abused Series
The “Used & Abused” series was born out of the idea that what we all have in common is the capacity to love and be loved. The process is cruel, and sometimes unusual. Every lover leaves a lingering effect, every friend a memory. Both good and bad stretch our loving ability in all directions. At the end of the day, if we are lucky, we are still here–creating enough love to fill a lifetime and beyond. Each piece inspired it’s own story, a bit of prose to share it’s history with you.
Aye, I have been plundered and pillaged by Pirates and Poets.
Buttoned up. Bottled up. Letters of love cast upon the sea.
Sometimes held
together by the hope of “loves me” petals plucked from
unsuspecting flowers.
Run down. Run over. And backed over again.
I keep on beating. Pounding out a rhythm till the very end.
Keeping love
alive.
I can still hear my screen door banging in the wind. Animals scratching to get in. Demons. Praying to escape. My structure crumbles under the heavy load. Deceived by Gurus and Gods. Seeking answers to life’s vital mysteries. Watch the colors drain and connect the dots. Cry a tear of a million faces. Keeping one eye on celestial places.
So many stitches, so little time. Gaping holes to fill. Weaver birds
once
thatched over a void. Struck by many things~ awe, beauty, and
even lightening
once. Good thing too- the jolt brought me back from a hazy
place where dreams
die young and crows cackle. My prison and my palace.
May my star always shine brightly.
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