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Forgiveness 4/20/07
I am used to your methodical ways.
I am well aware of your supposed perfection.
I was your supporter as a child.
Children are like puppies...
unconditional love.
Questions of your behavior erupted
much later...when reason and experience
collided.
How do you make a robot feel?
How does a machine experience emotion?
My original hero fell a great fall.
My sacred bubble of comfort burst.
I was alone and floundering in a world
I was not ready for.
Pieces of me fell back together after years
of guilt, hurt, and realization.
Color me surprised when we talk again.
I am a different person now.
I doubt the same of you...
Liars are good actors...
I want to believe your turn around.
But the past jabs me in the throat and
refuses to let go until I gain my senses.
Forgive and forget is a wonderful myth...
Change does not come overnight.
You've scarred your family worse then you
can comprehend.
Sometimes being around you feels
like being slapped in the face.
It makes you win. Time made
a difference....but not that much.
I made a vow to myself to let
the past go. Concentrate on the
future...the only thing I can control.
The only way to move ahead is
to let the past go.
You taught me that...in a bizarre way
I thank you.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go?
I am used to your methodical ways.
I am well aware of your supposed perfection.
I was your supporter as a child.
Children are like puppies...
unconditional love.
Questions of your behavior erupted
much later...when reason and experience
collided.
How do you make a robot feel?
How does a machine experience emotion?
My original hero fell a great fall.
My sacred bubble of comfort burst.
I was alone and floundering in a world
I was not ready for.
Pieces of me fell back together after years
of guilt, hurt, and realization.
Color me surprised when we talk again.
I am a different person now.
I doubt the same of you...
Liars are good actors...
I want to believe your turn around.
But the past jabs me in the throat and
refuses to let go until I gain my senses.
Forgive and forget is a wonderful myth...
Change does not come overnight.
You've scarred your family worse then you
can comprehend.
Sometimes being around you feels
like being slapped in the face.
It makes you win. Time made
a difference....but not that much.
I made a vow to myself to let
the past go. Concentrate on the
future...the only thing I can control.
The only way to move ahead is
to let the past go.
You taught me that...in a bizarre way
I thank you.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go?
Literature
Lakeside Zejel
Alongside the morning sun, the pale moon still glows
And I rise, listening t the stream as it flows
As it sings in harmony with the verdant forest boughs
Rising to my feet, for a moment I stand still
Listening as a zephyr dances where it will
Standing awestruck by the spring's vast poetic skill
And songbirds sing as each flower begins to grow
As the light mist vanishes from the lake
The sorrow deep within my soul I try to shake
But the ripples in the water soothe my heartache
And for the briefest of moments, God's mercy shows
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
Literature
Baritone Jazz
But why such an ungainly horn,
what persuaded you try?
-I was still unschooled when
I first heard the baritone’s dark voice
singing melancholy music,
sounding the heart of love.
Listening, I heard an aching lover
rejoice, even while his anguish
echoed within the sad chambers
of his damaged heart.
I heard how I could make
that melancholy voice my own.
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