“The stereotypical country music song” by Joseph Vasquez

 

It seems like for the past few years my life has been like a stereotypical country music song; so much of my time and money has gone to my truck and my dogs (I don’t have anything against pure country, it’s one of the most sincere forms of music) My dogs are family, so I would do anything for them, and my truck is almost 13 years old, so there’s obviously going to be issues.

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I live in beautiful, sunny Southern California, the longest I've gone without a dog is two weeks, and I'm going to write until I can't anymore.

DARK POETRY – Redemption by Mar Watercolor

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I’m sorry.

I’m sorry when I fall and crush,

and you need to squad next to me to pick me up.

I’m sorry, when I make you stop

to caress my hair

 

“What’s wrong baby? No worries, I’m here” I faint.

I’m sorry, when my blood beats too warm.

When I should, and I’m blind.

When I take two steps back, one forward.

When I regret and shake.

 

“You are my little angel, please, don’t cry.”

“I’m the fiercest,

A beast, a shark.

You give your soul to please me.

You don’t fall,

It’s me… I push you hard.”

 

“Such a bold soul,

for your thin, small shadow.

You’re as fierce as I am,

Because only a beast

can submit to a beast.

This is a fact,

You never give up,

Fighting like a warrior.”

 

“No fear, no complaints,

no excuses, just a smile.

Maybe some tears,

Levels are hard to catch.

You know… I’m demolished and you held my hand.”

 

“And if anyone might say,

when they think of us,

that the one with the whip

is the one in charge,

Then they haven’t understood

not even a single thing.”

 

“So do not dare to be sorry.

Being at my height,

You’re the first one.”

Salvation and redemption

comes from surrender and throbbing trust.

 

 

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