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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.02.20.15.10117]] |
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i have the freedom to write poetry it doesn't make logical sense that i would hurt someone with my writing a place i can pretend, daydream, and be anything i want to be, however i want it to be -- even if i have to make you up in every word, create your presence as a G-d creating the world... with every sigh and every pause. i have no control as to how other people may read into my poetry and i can not worry about other people -- because i don't write for other people, i write for me. so here's my poem dearest, they have played every game like a broken record player they continue to hunt and continue to stalk, but i can only plead: love. this love is not obsession, this love is not imaginary, it is love divine beyond the ordinary, G-d given, G-d choosen... G-d has shown me a map to live and breath again, to be brave with fools masks and make believe connections, ties, and pasts... that i don't have a role in, i don't belong in, and i never will... i only belong here, alone and by myself, with my own creation of this love. After accusations, and after confusions, the only present i have to offer to you in return for my shame and error is love divine. dedicated to the ghost that haunts me in my sleep and peers in and out of every corner, every path, every shadow, every sound, every silence, every face, every name, every moment of music playing on a broken guitar. |