Being a Dog is a Bitch

[dog]

Enlightening, interesting, intriguing endeavor.
Archiving, calling the ghosts, channeling, digging
the buried bones of the past up. Mine and others.

Adrift, awash in a broth of time stewed memories.
Sifting through a fathomless dark ocean of flotsam
and jetsom, to find buried treasure for resurfacement.

I dance, I drown in the full circledness of the moment.
Facing myself and the writing on the wall I never
noticed before. Though it was always there.

Lots of blame to share, on that, I'll never back down.
Because it's a fact, not an opinion. But, now I see.
I see I was the biggest blowhard, failure and loser of all.

No better than the rest, slinging mud as though it were
my honor and oath bound quest to do so. In the name
of taking up for the underdog of the minute.

Land sakes, lawsy and mercy me.
I thought I was the champion, the mouthpiece of the helpless.
How egotistical, how vainglorious, how useless is that?

I can be bitter about false faces, masks and personas
I allowed myself to fall hook, line and sinker for,
for whatever reasons. But, I wasn't any better.

Me? I see now, in hindsight, I thought I was a hero.
And if I was, it was of the anti-hero type, at best and worst.
I've learned, I swing this sword for no one but me.

Being a dog is a bitch, being you, isn't any better.
But, I've got my own crosses to bear.
And I just can't bear the weight of yours, anymore.

[dog]

So many that never needed me
unless or until they were truly alone.
Then you came looking for me, the dog,
man and woman's best friend.

Always there, waiting for your return
in a poetically crowded room of strangers
that hated me, long after I should have cut and run.
I stayed because you said you needed me to be there
when you returned from your greatest and latest adventure.

And I knew you did. Needed me there. Canine that I am
I could feel your pain to the tenth power. I just couldn't feel mine.
An open wound I was for all to bodyslam their pain into.
An open wound with teeth I was that would bite others
on the right command, take the ensuing
kicks and jabs, because I could handle the pain.
Because, I'm just a dog, I can't feel anything, I only react.

You, one amongst many, jealous if you caught me
licking someone else's boot. I was your bitch, your dog,
I wasn't supposed to do that. And me, the ubiquitous
dog and pony show, saddled up and raring to please
everyone, one way or another, just an indentured servant.

So many that never needed me
unless or until they truly felt alone.
Then you came looking for me, the loyal dog,
man and woman's best friend.

Always there, waiting for your return
in a poetically crowded room of strangers
that hated me, long after I should have cut and run.
I stayed because you said you needed me to be there
when you returned from your greatest and latest adventure.

I've chased my tail full circle, now. Found I still feel you,
heard you before your last landing calling my name,
whistling to me, like the dog I am, expecting me
to come running and lick your wounds,
per your sweetly exuded,
I'm lonely, again, commands.

I've left you the throne I never wanted
and you always did, in your wish
to sit beside a figmental king.
I've left you the country of dreams that loved you
and hated me for protecting you, amongst many, too.

Advice from the corner where the dog sits,
take up the reins, rip the bits from their mouths,
take no prisoners and eat the hostages.
Become what you should always have been, not me.
The rightful "queen" he should have chosen to take his place.
I love them all, too. I failed, not them. So, handle with care
instead of being the dog I was, when I was there,
even if I was a Great Dane, I was still a cur.

I still howl like a wolf, don't think I don't.
But I'm a renegade, now.
I travel alone as I run to chase my dreams
in a different world not tainted by my past
and others. I still think of you.
Them, too. Pray for you in my sothically
inclined fashion. I just want to blessedly be left alone.
As alone as I'm leaving others, that's all I ask as a dog.
Consider me a lost stray and don't come looking for me.
Cause being a dog is a bitch enough and I can't
handle anymore of being someone's pet on a chain.

But, make no mistake, I still feel you.
Because, that's what dogs do.
Feel everything and everyone
even from miles and miles, away.

[dawness]

you devoured me, dog. such raw feelings which i need when i get too tender ( which doesn't help at times)


so go and howl with the wolves
it's time for the pack to
slaughter the remains
of sacrificial lambs
these lambs need not be sacrified
but honored instead

[soulfir3]

" Cause being a dog is a bitch enough and I can't
handle anymore of being someone's pet on a chain."


You've spoken my very thoughts, in eloquant, provocative words. bravo! Dog, bravo!

respect,
soul

[brandnewmessiah]

Time too break that chain and run free Dog! Awesome write ~ BNM