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Jaws of Life

"... My paws’ll write, the shackles free, from any trap or tragedy, that’s kidnapped your sanity..."

By Red H. GillPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read
Jaws of Life

she’s not happy; so i hug her more

she pulls away; so we play, tug-a-war

things’ll change, or they won’t... & she’ll complain

while searching for another door

to endure her pain

she’s been rain; since i came swerving in her lane

i asked her name

she claimed, damsel in distress

standing in her dress; drenched in tears

a smeared appearance; looking a mess

handing her handkerchiefs, to clear her fear, wear & tear

her man, he tanked her wit, & sank her ship

& did other shit, that’ll make you sick

once them anchors hit, she’s been david blaine

straining to get them thangs, off her ankles quick

then i arrived, with the jaws of life

my paws’ll write, the shackles free

from any trap or tragedy, that’s kidnapped your sanity

see, right now, life vows, to keep cramming greed

deceit, & poison, hoisted from the trees of eden

the needy, needing better choices, & someone to believe in

misguided voices, leading greedy boys & girls

eating oysters, cracking clams for pearls, & coal

in hopes their best friends emerge, so bright

to give them life, & saves their soul

but no... no dice

no furs marked his & hers

no throwing rice

no calming words, to calm your nerves & tuck you in at night

still, every word she’s heard, & observed me write

has been a distant light

to spark, her dying heart & give it life

jaws of life

love poems

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Red H. Gill

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    Written by Red H. Gill