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Where is
all of this coming from?
Experiences . . . We all have them. And we cannot deny that all of our experiences shape the very essence of who we are, how we’re going to act, and who we interact with. Every experience will change us, whether we like it or not. One thing's for certain, however. We all learn something from an event . . . good or bad. I can honestly say that during the course of my life, I've experienced some pretty crazy life events. Although sometimes hurtful and bitter during the course of those experiences, time goes on and I look back to the seemingly cataclysmic events and laugh at how easily I was moved by such insignificant moments in my life as I them now.
Here are some works written during a time when I "thought" my life had reached rock bottom. I know now, that is not the case. Sure, there will be more events that test my resilience as a being, but as long as in the end I come out with only minor scarring, I'll come out on top.
"That which does not kill me only serves to make me stronger."
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PLUS ONE (7/29/02)
What if perfect had a name?
What if
perfect had a face?
Would it stray from what I know
Would it
be you all the same?
I take the time to stop and stare
And
ponder possibilities
Of things to come and things to be
To
redefine my realities.
Jaded with the thoughts of
her
Invading all there was in me
Effectively a testament
My
own shortcomings eminent.
I found the woman of my
dreams
The perfect man I sought to be
She found the perfect
man for her
Unfortunately, not in me.
It came and left too
soon to tell
If you had been the one for me
For what had been
the me plus one
Had left me torn a heart with
none.
(picture courtesy of www.ctnrg.com)
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PRISM (7/30/02)
Seeing all, does not allow
The thoughts
and feelings mine for now
I long to free myself but
how
Imprisoned in this world for now
Confusion mounts my
eyes can't see
My heart it knows the urgency
My words thrust
forth they're gonna be
Lost in the void, ignored by
thee
Looking through the glass I stare
I know you're
there, you're not aware
My image refracts everywhere
Your eyes
they see a blurred glare
(picture courtesy of
www.ctnrg.com)
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TIDAL (7/30/02)
The sea moves forth to bless the
sands
a refreshing breath of life
Accepted by the grateful
beach
whose longing has been answered
The tide grows high,
surrounds the land
a calmness settles on the sand
Tonight the
two are intertwined
their harmonies are
understood.
Morning comes the tides have changed
the land
and ocean separate
The tide recedes the earth stays put
it
cannot follow with the sea
The sea has left its scars to
be
imbedded in the sand for now
Until the tides change back
again
the union of the two.
(picture courtesy of
www.andhawaii.com/hawaii/hawaii-pictures/scenery/shoreline5.html)
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SEARCHING (7/31/02)
Walking down a dim lit hall, my search is
for the light
At the end I know I'll reach, perfection's in my
sight
From far away I seek to reach, the holiest of goals
For
at the end is that which will, complete my inner soul
My
cautious walk becomes a run, my legs they cannot keep
The pace
that I have set for them, and as this is I trip
And fall amongst
the obstacles, lay strewn upon the floor
I must prevail, I will
prevail, and find true love once more
Each new obstacle is
there, a test of my devotion
My love for that which strays from
me, receives my every emotion
Try to continue to the end, which
justifies the means
Trudging forth, begin to slow, persistence
starts to wean.
My searching is for naught I find, as time
wore on futility
The end keeps moving further still, I start to
slow mobility
But what I did not know throughout, the length of
all my journey
That who it was I sought to reach, was walking
here right next to me.
(picture courtesy of
www.scanwizards-photos.com/sunrise.htm)
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AWESTRUCK (Date Unknown)
I remember the second it happened . . . walking into the room and seeing her sitting there as if already on a pedestal. I’m stunned, I’m taken back, I’m smitten when I see her. A bead of sweat erupts from the base of my neck. A single word, “hello,” emanates from her mouth and slowly floats across the room, making its way to my ear. Time slows as I reach out to take her hand. I quickly run my hand past my pants in order to wipe any perspiration that might be on my palm and shake hers. “Hey, what’s up,” was all I could muster. At this point, an uneasiness begins to take over me . . . My nervousness a poison slowly being metabolized into my system, I start to stumble and hesitate with my words. I turn around and reach into the fridge to find a suitable antidote . . . I pull from the fridge a Smirnov malt liquor beverage.
(picture courtesy of www.ctnrg.com)
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THE PASSING (3/17/04)
Like a flash of light she lit my path
Up to this point a darkened past,
This stranger who came in my life
But left much greater an impression.
How quickly one contorts his state
In catering to those in need,
A sympathetic ear is sought
To further one’s distinctive heart.
As quickly as the journey started
But not for what I wanted,
Has left me in the dark once more
To find my way alone again.
(picture courtesy of www.ctnrg.com)
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TRIED BUT NOT TRUE (3/17/04)
The great escape from norms untried
A passive voice in a world of lies
A conjured vision of hopes in light
Of the rarest case I might be right.
A gamble sure enough I made
A test of faith a trial of belief
Can mark the worth of a selfless spirit
Who believes in that against the grain.
Who am I to believe such truths
Eclipsed by experience or lack thereof
On countless occasions I’ve lost the count
Of who I am without a doubt.
Now horrified to grace the heart, of
Some wandering soul who seeks the same
Throughout my life I’m haunted by
The humbling wake of loneliness.
(picture courtesy of
www.scanwizards-photos.com/sunrise.htm)
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AWESTRUCK (Date Unknown)
I remember the second it happened . . . walking into the room and seeing her sitting there as if already on a pedestal. I’m stunned, I’m taken back, I’m smitten when I see her. A bead of sweat erupts from the base of my neck. A single word, “hello,” emanates from her mouth and slowly floats across the room, making its way to my ear. Time slows as I reach out to take her hand. I quickly run my hand past my pants in order to wipe any perspiration that might be on my palm and shake hers. “Hey, what’s up,” was all I could muster. At this point, an uneasiness begins to take over me . . . My nervousness a poison slowly being metabolized into my system, I start to stumble and hesitate with my words. I turn around and reach into the fridge to find a suitable antidote . . . I pull from the fridge a Smirnov malt liquor beverage.
(picture courtesy of www.ctnrg.com)
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