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this is for a man I used to know
maybe it's long in its coming and seemingly slow
but the easiest things in life are the hardest
to let go
perhaps in doing this I'm opening my soul up
for a massive mortal blow
in my darkest hours I dream I'm laying in the arms
of the coldest possible death
gaping at a blackened universe and gasping for one
last breath
without poetry to put light upon my life
with what would I be left
of this pretty poison in my soul I must surely
be daft
contradictions make living so much the more interesting
we accept newly learned values at simple face value
but more so often sight unseen
of a far better tomorrow closer to that of this day
instead I should dream
my thoughts aren't as traitorous as I make them
so often seem
and isn't it so very strange that I get badly burnt
by only my own steam
sometimes it's so hard to shake the lightning out of
my brain
and battling with myself only adds compact to the
strain
passion without any aim or purpose leaves one
sadly unsated
but feeling now as I do, makes me so very glad
that for these words to come to me I so patiently
waited
the love for the conception of an idea I equally
traded
out of Mike's picture now
consider me at last completely faded.........
(written July 22,1991 pm)