Paint It Black
Oil by Lisabelle
Oil by Lisabelle
Canvas 2004 BURNED AND DESTROYED
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
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
another woman sleeps in His ...bed,
In His... remodeled
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
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
in tender places while she drives His car.
His Back Hoe,
His back ache,
His Lawn Tractor,
His lounge chairs,
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 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 Wife cries alone, He takes me to
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
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 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 body slamming me, from behind, into the metal sink counter,
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
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,
their sheets, grabbing me from my sleep,
throwing me to the rural farm
middle of the night, it's all her fault, she blew a good
His Law Breaking, His Lying,
His Crying, His Crying,
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 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
your art show.
His Gun, Shooting over your head in the dark, in His farm house, His Bullets,
His Knife at your throat,
His Knife at her throat, His alibis are His new
His Floor to be thrown down on, His time, His Name, His
His new "girl friend" ... knows she has won His
"AT LAST..., MY LOVE HAS COME ALONG.....",
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"
His arms around
His new "girl", to show and hurt His old "girl"
His new girl, on
His couch, while
His old girl cries heart broken, watching them,
His new girl upstairs,
His old girl made for
His comfort, an hour before,
....is it too late for the old
....will she'll ever forget?
....will she ever forgive?
....is she too old to do better?
.....is she all used up?
....will she ever love again?
.... is she dead?
...is this her swan song?
....Is she His slave to Her grave?
Is this His Victim?...His Victory?
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.