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The Unknown

THE UNKNOWN Unbeknownst to you, you touched the deepest recesses of my heart. You are the oil that penetrated these old and rusted tight, hinges - making it possible, to open, once again, the steely doors to my heart. For what has seemed a life time, I thought - never again love to feel, love to experience, love to express or to let in the life and light of love's forces, love's energies. All of this happened in the blink of an eye - you cared not to see. Blindness now reigns supreme - lost is that beautiful dream. Nothing but harsh words, words of indifference - a spirit so mean that comes at me in forceful waves, permeating every scene that you and I - upon life's stage - play out our parts, in costumes life's experiences have fashioned for us that we - on our journey - have tailored in defense of our souls. You where the key my Dear, - not ever wanting to be for fear - that opened the lock, turned the clock, opened my heart for me and a world - lost for so long - I believed I'd never again see. That now is being destroyed, it's crumbling, soon to be all gone and you contend, believe it was all - I who made it go wrong, caring not to see, wanting not to hear the dirges that have become my song. Now you want me to let it go, now you no longer want me to carry on. Oh how I wanted to undress my heart, my spirit, my soul, all my dreams lay them all - naked, free, new born - before your eyes - nothing to hide. This I did for you, you did not see, you shot them down, you denied, told me I was not your friend, told me I did not love you, told me you had only two friends, Christina, Randy. This left me no place to go - nothing more I can do. Except remember - I think you are as sweet as candy. B.J."A" 2 May 15th 2009

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