under these stars
life is hard
pervasive illusions
defeated demon delusions
reappear and sear
inferiority complex
as I flex
I resist
and desist
the temptation to return
hate with hate
emotions that suffocate
sometimes I feel
like I am still
nursing my bleeding heels
wrestling that f*ckin angel
loving the desert danger
while the devil
my devil
I mean plural
because there are several
await the outcome
a game of zero sum
vengeance is too easy
the blood would flow
too freely
redemption and retribution
vicious elocution
mutual electrocution
a sinner with
the fury of a saint
a life left to paint
no time to feign
Abel and Cain
trying not to succumb
to the pain
yes
under these stars
life is hard
but with you
I rise above the scars
the warmth of your hand
under these covers
touches and hovers
with the desperate salve
that heals
with your miraculous
love that endures and seals
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John Michael Antonio
John Michael Antonio is a freelance writer, photographer, poet and screenwriter. He claims his Midwestern roots while at the same time admitting his incurable and insatiable love and addiction for all things New York City. He has been the husband to his wife, the love of his life, for almost thirty years and is a father of three wonderful children. He is an unapologetic male feminist as well as a passionate lover of fashion, art, movies and music from all eras and genres. An endless dreamer, John Michael is also an avid historian, ex-punk rocker and a legendary Internet surfer who sleeps, on average, about four hours a day. His main personal website, The World of John Michael Antonio, can be found at www.johnmichaelantonio.wordpress.com
Thank you so much Dori. It is something a little different from me. I was listening to a lot of Hip Hop when I wrote it, if you cant’t tell lol 🙂
x John
Love this….xD.