This isn't a note for you,
or to you,
or about you-
not even a note i want you to read.
If you can read.
you -
Failure of failing.
Trickiest of tricksters.
Unholy creature without shame.
Most unclean.
Your evil extends beyond hate into love,
and that is your worst crime of all
even your down fall.
The love you generate-
bonds that cannot break
strength you cannot take
will you cannot shake.
Your life's alcohol-
god's sin.
Without fail you find a way to make them grin,
let you in,
truth is they let you win.
Yet all for nothing it would seem-
the world keeps spinning
in the morning your gone like a dream.
This isn't a note to you- or about you- or for you- or from you.
(because I am not you. . .duh)
I wonder if you even exist-
if you do, this isn't even a note I want you to read.
if you don't, this note still had to be written.
This really may be the best poem yet by far!
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Oh he exists. Inside of all of us he lies. And when we we choose to let him in we feel a momentary rush which is only replaced by guilt, shame, and hatred. Then we have to fight ourselves and the voice of God in our head to get him to leave. Oh he is real. More real then we know. I am not the most religious person in the world but to that I must give solemn testament.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder what is the color of horse that pulls your wagon, but keep it up; I never cease to be amazed by your thoughts.
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Dear friends take into consideration that maybe i waas talking about a person too.. ha ha. I love you all but your imagination is lacking. oh and Grandpa ron idk either interesting thought. red blue orange. . .white and black.
ReplyDeleteI knew you were!
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