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whether in grief or in ecstasy

know that which ever the way

in my heart with ye

alone I go

so very alone am I in this hurtful knowledge

harried too in my expression of the moment

yet still so childishly eager

for your praise all the same

you captivate me to even your most faltering

conquest

that voice of experience tells a beloved

bruising tale

a love so full of stinging hate

all remnants  of rage leave me at once

as I stare into your smoky vengeful eyes

such pools of pity swell up in the full

realization

you are looking for blood

a thousand rusty pin pricks

erupt upon my already deeply gouged soul

how can I fight this horribly wounded man

that I so love

who is really nothing more than my own foolish

myth

a filtered shadow upon the hill of time

a breeze tracing such features of sublime

reflecting a map of unending misery in his

every vital action

he labors so just to simply forget but such

efforts never long work

I too was once clueless in even my kiss

one unbelievably up tight little miss

but no more

screw this

for I am well and truly a woman

and your spite and malcontent no longer sit

so well with me

so find yourself another verbal punching bag

to hit and tempt

for this green little leaf

chose to blow away with the storm

you can't hurt me anymore

I have in essence

evolved

free now am I

from your intimidating desire

you've cured me with

your anger's cleansing fire

another awaits

so much more deserving of my silly

naive love

I see you now for what you really are

a fraud

go ahead

I dare you now

love me if you can

for I am thoroughly immune.................

(March 2, 1999)