Have I really found my true sincere and safe sanctuary
In something other than my once onesided poetry...?
Upon meeting; a reunion filled with familiarity.
Firstly I had an onesided love with a man
Who turned out to never have had a plan.
He played guitar, he always loved music,
But he never cared for my heart so lovesick.
This man once first loved me with a passion
Until he reverted back to his strict religion.
He expected me to change myself for him,
But I am a woman who follows every whim.
I loved him despite being held arm's length,
Because I bear understanding and strength.
Even though we were nice, I was not enough.
He never saw me as a diamond in the rough.
Rather than try to appease this hypocrite,
I decided one day to just let him have it:
The truth of how he made me feel conflicted
In my own mind over all things he defended.
maybe he will
maybe he will
maybe he will
if i
if i
if i
In your eyes
I have seen my unsolicited fate.
Even knowing that I will drown,
I will never retrograde.
Oh my dear heartless,
stay forever with me,
if not as the enchanting tune of Orpheus,
at least as the drastic pain of heartbreak.
Long after the joys are gone
The bitter sweet memories remain
Of our unforgettable companions
And the exotic, exciting locales
The few precious moments of real joy
We savored in freedom and abandon
Away from an unfriendly world
That had vowed to keep us deprived
As though the good things were not
For us and our kind: its laws onesided
Its earth apportioned, laurels conferred
On those handpicked to repress and rule
Over unfortunates seized and shocked
Hearts atremble, their lips are locked
And hearts branded with fear and pain.
We're thankful at last we're free again
To bring back the moments of joys past
To be loved by some one
Without the approval of you
Is like setting yourself on fire
From one end you burn
With light and smoke
And be puffed in delight
From the other till the time
You turn into ash
Just like a piece of cigarette
The canoe turned upside down
Leaning on the bracket type attachment
Held air born unused
Casting a cresent shadow againt the barn
Discarded window boxes lying in path
Window boxes unused for awhile
The evidence that the canoe has been air borne
Dying from misuse and neglect_____
Canoes are made for water
Elegant are they rightfully used
Graceful floating paddled along
Just don't clumsily stand onesided
When will the opportunity arise
For the canoe to float again
Soon will be great, sooner even better
Freedom and destiny on cool clear water
(Jotted down when waiting for
Cody to see about his dad.)
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