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Here, My Dear

Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier. 
For beyond this stable armor of masculinity, 
existed a worst case scenario that I had obtained. 

It is no fault of your own, to interpret me with the 
simplest guess, and yet, it would be the greatest 
therapeutic comfort, knowing that you recalled my 
brief torture. Here it reads. 

The cruelest servant was obviously day one. 
For as I showered in my own gloom, the clearest 
joy accepted no hint of my presence. 
The hours worked overtime to deplete every page 
of life, that bordered around this broken clockwork 
of loneliness. 

By now I merely existed by priorities merciless 
hand. As I forced myself upon my studies, there was 
no absence of absent guilt on call. 
I realized this inevitable misstep, the moment I 
stumbled into a single entity yet again. 
By the time I found a conscience to shave towards 
a better day, spring had already departed, 
and I was just beginning to exit sobrieties 
unbearable cliff. 

The cause to blame beyond myself was tempting;
to see the bewildered scene, as opposed to feeling 
its complex wounds. 
I yearned for this flood to cease constantly, in 
retrospect, prematurely. 
However, the suffering hadn’t pierced my spirit just 
yet. That cherry that ultimately left a mark on top 
was my sick eyes. 

Perhaps defined as the perfect fate for the already 
faltered, was my cluttered throat, which 
allowed no apologetic cliques to exist in air. 
The devil’s vomit that would not pause until 
more suffering regurgitated, and lastly, 
the mindful ache that vibrated at its own
intervals. 

Friends could sense the hell that plagued my 
sleep. So much that they offered their similar 
battles to my faint ears. 
I heard their souls, but never their hearts; only 
mine was selfish enough for that luxury, despite 
its hostile coma. But then, 5 months, 22 days, and 
4 afternoon hours later, another chapter was introduced, 
and it was entitled The Aftermath. 

The acceptance of what could only be formerly 
beautiful, came to be the answer that cured me. 
In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and 
overjoyed that these words could be written from 
Solomon’s throne. 

Previous rose, as you open and fold these heartfelt 
abrasions, be mindful of these moments that are no
longer bleeding, but rather teaching, of those bullets 
that never truly miss. 

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  1. Date: 10/22/2014 2:32:00 AM

    truly beautiful Jiril.. ;philosophical and somewhat deeply rooted.. :)
  1. Date: 10/19/2014 11:09:00 PM

    You are a gifted writer, I am impressed.
  1. Date: 10/19/2014 8:46:00 PM

    7th Stanza. That's the one that really jumped out at me the most. But to be honest, I'm impressed with the whole thing.
  1. Date: 10/19/2014 8:16:00 AM

    Woah!!! This is outstanding!! I am so glad you visited my simple poems, and invited me to read yours, because I am in awe. This one kind of blew me away. I can't even pick out a favorite line at the moment. I'll be back this afternoon to read this again, as well as more of your work.
  1. Date: 10/15/2014 7:11:00 PM

    what a very beautifully penned piece of writing
  1. Date: 10/15/2014 12:07:00 PM

    Wow! Women...who can know them? They are powerful in ways they can't comprehend, and the ones who do, have opportunity to steal more. Thanks for the journey. I tell my boys, "The hearts of men are stable but soft. Women are flexible and are to crown them with glory, but some women surround and choke out life. Avoid them at all costs." Looks to me like you landed on a Black Widow's nest. Pray you get free :)
  1. Date: 10/12/2014 12:17:00 PM

    An awesome write Jiril and I totally understood. Being there from the other side made it seem like a letter to me. I enjoyed this a lot and look forward to reading more of your work. I love long poems as well in all styles....Sharon G.
  1. Date: 10/11/2014 4:51:00 AM

    Good morning Jiril, This is a very complex piece. I had to read it a few times to get to the core elements. There are interesting components and strengths to it. It might be interesting to see this segmented into smaller poems. There could be 2 or 3 other poems within this structure. Nice job though. I enjoyed it. Keep up the good work. Earl
  1. Date: 10/7/2014 9:17:00 PM

    Great philosophical write Jiril... I really enjoyed reading "In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and overjoyed that these words could be written from Solomon’s throne." Great write! Verlena

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