Rejection, the affliction.
A disease, my depiction
Of life around the majority
Masses, Jurassic.
Can you just accept that I am only but so elastic?
Never been plastic.
Just knowing what is essential, surrounding
Me.
I fight for nothing more than your support, our freedoms
Free--
Is not as simple as our idolatries.
Touch, me as I out stretch my hand to thee, finally exposing --
All of my flaws and idiosyncrasy…
I crumple inside,
Just like them you too expect something, like porcelain.
I am no more perfect than I have ever been.
But now it seems I am untouchable.
An eruption of pain bursts from my lungs
Asking Jah why must I seek such a man
I expect nothing more than a thank you and perhaps understanding
Infinitely intertwined,
It is at last your turn to do the collapsing.
Dime con quién andas y te diré quién eres. (Tell me with whom you walk, and I'll tell you who you are.)-Spanish Proverb
26.10.09
12.10.09
As usual, homework
As Mas and I sat in the car yesterday, he reminded me of how much I used to write and the power of verbal expression.
Here goes something.
This connection is beyond resurrection
I don't rhyme so don't be fooled, forthat's a misconception.
My best words neither rhyme nor show regression.
They are violitile, erratic, silly, and defy, it's a preference.
So learn the lesson, I have need for depth perception
I am quite beyond your average, your exception, no question.
I missed being in close quarters with you for so long, when I was back in your arms
I only longed to be on my way again.
I must ask Jehovah is there something wrong with me?
It feels like permanence is not in the cards at this moment.
I love you. I love you. I just want to be on my own.
But would you love me if you knew everything about me?
Because in my humble opinion you know nothing.
It is a 10% that I feel is grasped at our stage, and yet still somehow I managed
to give you the deepest part of me. For that, I feel the pang of retribution.
A justice waiting to surface.
Do you feel like I know anything about you?
I feel I have an idea. I see you and then you are gone tommorow.
We live very seperate lives, practically different realms, on opposite
sides of the glass. We steal away fragments in time together,
only to undo what we've redone.
I feel I could stay with you forever, my soul is snatched away again.
Love should not be pressured like this.
Free to be with or without. But for now, I want you to know
I can't stay. I can't lie. Love is patient.
I can wait. Finally.
Here goes something.
This connection is beyond resurrection
I don't rhyme so don't be fooled, forthat's a misconception.
My best words neither rhyme nor show regression.
They are violitile, erratic, silly, and defy, it's a preference.
So learn the lesson, I have need for depth perception
I am quite beyond your average, your exception, no question.
I missed being in close quarters with you for so long, when I was back in your arms
I only longed to be on my way again.
I must ask Jehovah is there something wrong with me?
It feels like permanence is not in the cards at this moment.
I love you. I love you. I just want to be on my own.
But would you love me if you knew everything about me?
Because in my humble opinion you know nothing.
It is a 10% that I feel is grasped at our stage, and yet still somehow I managed
to give you the deepest part of me. For that, I feel the pang of retribution.
A justice waiting to surface.
Do you feel like I know anything about you?
I feel I have an idea. I see you and then you are gone tommorow.
We live very seperate lives, practically different realms, on opposite
sides of the glass. We steal away fragments in time together,
only to undo what we've redone.
I feel I could stay with you forever, my soul is snatched away again.
Love should not be pressured like this.
Free to be with or without. But for now, I want you to know
I can't stay. I can't lie. Love is patient.
I can wait. Finally.
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