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Art By Lisabelle




Paint It Black



Oil by Lisabelle

 Canvas 2004


Oil by Lisabelle

 Canvas 2004 BURNED AND DESTROYED 2005


Painted of love,
Given of love.

His House, His Bed, 
She pulled out plaster and lathe,
from floor to ceiling, up and down ladders
She installed insulation in all
His additions
She painted the rooms in
His house, helped build His house...
She cooked
His dinner, an hour later, 
He invites another woman to sleep in
His bed.
To help, Him at His request in His house she lifted
His heavy wooden bed frame,  moving it from one room to another...
even lifting
His king size mattresses changing His sheets to comfort His body.
An hour later,
by His invitation, 
another woman sleeps in
His ...bed,
His... remodeled house, 
His Car, His Farm, 
For five years She chauffeured him around,
while he drank
His XXX beer,
littering, throwing
His XXX bottles out the window...
While she drove for him, in
His car,
He rolled down His windows...brrr
at  minus 32 degrees. When he got sober, she drove him to
His meetings, where
to make her look like she was
His...His hands were all over her during meetings.
She shivered, she drove
His car, His Beatings,
His car was taken from him
His sixth Felony Drunk Driving Arrest in six years,
His confession to her
that he purposely hit the other driver.
His words cursing her, His words "You !$# Bitch" His hands violently grabbing her...
in tender places while she drives
His car.
His Stealing, His Back Hoe, His back ache,
His Lawn Tractor, His lounge chairs, His lazy-boys, 
His Gator, His Fist, His jogging pants around my choking neck,
His Garden, His Dream,
His Fireplace, His Problems, His cruelty to animals, His Daughter's broken hearts,
His Son, His death threats to my Son,
His Needs, His Needs, His Needs,
His Bathroom, His walls, His Food, His Stove, His Friends, His Life, His Wife, His Children,
His Everything, His Detoxing, His Family,
His Wife cries alone, He takes me to His church,
His attentive loving, live-in "babygirl", 
made to look like
His Wife, to many people, for many years,
His eye infection, His Physician's office, being  his doting Nurse,
His eye treatments for a week,
His bed, he lets you sleep with him... in,  for a whole week
His needs for a week, to make His new "girl" jealous,  His new "girl's" non-stop phone calls, and surprise visits.... my hurt His delight, my bad re-actions, His new excuse, new girl's victory, many times,
His lousy schemes to break His old "girl's" heart,
His stolen swimming pool, in His yard,
His need to expose you for satisfying His needs, at your own expense and reputation,
His making love to another woman, while you cry, just to break your heart, for His pleasure, His pleasure,
His needs, His desire, His wants, 
His body slamming me, from behind, into the metal sink counter,
three years before pinning my head and shoulders between the same metal sink cabinet and the floor,
throwing me over, bending my arms back so hard they hurt for weeks,
this was just before an art show, His kitchen
floor with all my belongings thrown in a heap,
after she cooked their dinner for years,
washed their sheets,  grabbing me from my sleep,
throwing me to the rural farm streets,
middle of the night, it's all her fault, she blew a good thing,  
His Law Breaking, His Lying, His Cheating
His Crying, His Crying, His Apologies, His promises, His bribes, His Money,
His Prison time, His Parole, His new "girl" will wait, she loves him, no doubt he knows, she waits for him.
His Parole, His Probation, His Meetings, His Recovery
His Painting you painted for him, Your Painting in His burning barrel, His Choice,
His hatred of Jews and Africans
His hands on a twelve year old girl's breasts
at your art show. 
His Gun, Shooting over your head in the dark, in His farm house, His Bullets, His Lawyer,
His Knife at your throat, 
His Knife at her throat, His alibis are His new "girls" lies,
His Floor to be thrown down on, His time, His Name, His Boat,
His new "girl friend" ... knows she has won His Loyalty
it's her throat now,
His wants, His needs,
she watched him throw
His old "girl friend" to the floor...
"...after all,"   said the new girl "SHE LET HIM USE HER, WHY DID SHE STAY ?

the new girl is  smarter than the old "babygirl",
"WE DON'T WANT YOUR CRAP",( her paintings) says the "new" girl, 
His arms around His new "girl", to show and hurt His old "girl"
He kisses
His new girl, on His couch, while His old girl cries heart broken, watching them,
He takes
His new girl upstairs,
His bed... His old girl made for His comfort, an hour before, it too late for the old "girl"?
....will she'll ever forget?
....will she ever forgive? she too old to do better? she all used up?
....will she ever love again?
 .... is she dead? this her swan song?
....Is she
His slave to Her grave?
Is this
His Victim?...His Victory?

His Good, His Bad.
His Sponsor, His Father, His Forgiveness,

His First Time.... His Two Time... His Last Time. 


Poem by Lisabelle "The Dis association Blues"


Painted from love,
Given from love
burned and destroyed
for the pleasure of causing pain.


11411 Sylvania-Metamora Rd., Berkey, OH 2003 - 2006 11411 Sylvania-Metamora Rd., Berkey, OH 2003 - 2006 11411 Sylvania-Metamora Rd., Berkey, OH 2003 - 2006 11411 Sylvania-Metamora Rd., Berkey, OH 2003 - 2006





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