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1 post published by BookOfPain during August 2025| the Book of Pain
O my children, take heed and be patient, my loves, for that age will be Peerless, trust;be sure that day will never fail, my loves, for that dawn will be Peerless, wait.No dark will flood the…| the Book of Pain
Heedless…turned back…dead…withered…words for the unwary, then.But a half-century bleeds you muchand teaches you moreabout the truths of failure,the greater truths of shame,a…| the Book of Pain
I shot out of the wombclutching a ticket out of townand have never since looked back.Any road ahead, I thought. Forgetthe names, the places and faces,be a mover. And now I just linger, embracing th…| the Book of Pain
You add one and remove one,it’s the natural course of things.What you seek is the fairytale balance(none too many, none too few)so that as you near division by zero: infinity,that gift of gif…| the Book of Pain
1What would it have matteredthe Name You chose?And yet You chose the one that was perfect. 2The only truth I knowis that Truths are many,the most important beingthat there is only One. Thank you fo…| the Book of Pain
Well I’m sipping wineOn a lonely crowded jetKnowing all the timeI’m a fool who ain’t learned yet.Drown in wineAm I drowning love?I see that word fly by,Written in the clouds above. Drown in wineCan…| the Book of Pain
The first poem was—with great love and admiration—written for Mme. Ulfet Mustafa, a wonderful, darling lady who long ago took into her heart and home a young, foolish, and very bad French-speaking …| the Book of Pain
1 Spring hope from winter despair,I think, as the leaves begin to turn.What sprouts is a qualityof the heart, just knowing. 2 I am more through Youin Your merest breath,than I am through mein my deepest wish.Breathe on. Two poems … Continue reading →| the Book of Pain
Through it all, please,after every stone is liftedand every grade leveled,after every tear is weptand everything put in its place,let me sing not of discipline(as weighty as that is)but of something lighter,as light as it can be,and broader and louder,from … Continue reading →| the Book of Pain
I grew up when and where everyone knew you, so youcouldn’t get away with much, although not for the trying.It was a world of mom-cooked meals, raucous card games,nightly novenas, and mass eve…| the Book of Pain
