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Thank you
For my life
Thank you
For everything
Thank you
For giving
That inner light
For allowing me
To see it in others
I am grateful
For your guidance
Even when
I have fallen away
I am thankful
For the mercy
The grace
And the healing
You bestow upon me
Thanks for answering my prayers
Even if its not exactly what I thought
But more importantly
I want to thank you
For the love you give me
Everyday
You are dwelling under an illusion
of what love is, forevermore.
It has not left, it stayed,
it is healing the wounded
It is.
Some people are meant to be together forever,
Regardless of what your poems say.
Don't be another victim
Of the burned bridge of scorn.
Don't **** that which wants to love you.
Listen to the eternal lullaby.
Love never dies,
It just hides sometimes.
 Aug 2012 Anggun Russell
v V v
When I get lost I depend on you
to help me find my way but lately
I can't see because of the weight
of what I'm missing.
Will it ever cease?
For a while your love was enough;
****, it should still be enough but
my brain’s imbalance
is ******* me over with
constant neediness of something,
like a craving for citrus or salt…
I’ll try anything to make
the need go away
and I already have.

Many work well but not for long,
others work fast but aren't as strong,
The best work fast and leave no trace,
but ask for more, and more,
and more until without
you just might die,
and with,  
you're just getting by,
the deceptive little *******
will eat you up in the end,
while you chase the need  
and wish you could go back
to where you didn't know
what you know now.
but would it matter?

They say to be partial to only one
is fortunate. I don’t buy it.
I try to replace the one with
combinations of 3 or 4
but ****, they will never do
for me what one did.
I won’t say what one is for me
but you know what one is for you,
and if by chance
your one is more than one
I pray God have mercy on you
because fighting one battle
is battle enough.

Have you ever considered that
to be clean means to live
every day for the rest of your life
with complete knowledge that
you will never, ever, as long as you live
feel as good as you did the first time?

I give in once in a while,
then go cold and sweat for a week.

You know you’re ******
When the suffering is worth it.
Reclaim my life
Mold me to your ways
I want you to guide me
Guide me in your light
Guide me with your spirit
Guide me with your love
I feel you inside of me
Help me to grow
Help me to see
See your light
A little clearer
Feel you
A little nearer
Reclaim my soul
Reclaim my life
Guide me
So that I can rest once again
In your humbling grace
One day I’m going to do it
I’m going to be truly free
I may be too old to even know
But in my mind I will see
I will see everything I ever believed
And I wonder if I will laugh or cry
Because I will be what I never was
And I will know how it is to not know why
I like to flash forward and over-expose my dream
I want to see what a distorted world it might be
In each frame the truth and the fiction alternate
As it speeds up you’ll not know if it’s you or if it’s me
I can think of every mass I ever attended
And how my Father made me stand straight
Or I can think about how stupid I was
When I told someone about their coming fate
But an old man who embarrasses his children
Is not something to aspire to become
But how can I avenge myself against those who I slaved for
If I don’t grow a beard and drink too much ***?
I want a statue on the shore of every eroded dream
I want one facing the north, the west and to the east
But ne’er the south for that is which way the wind came
A freeman must point to that which he knows least
Oh what exaggeration could I tell as the film snaps in my mind?
What words other than these in my hand could shock and awe?
How telling to desire the odd look of bemused judgment from another
For to not care of anyone or anything is the mark of freedom’s call
Yes freedom… and yet how many cannot accept a free man?
How many wish to tell me exactly what I should say, do or wear?
Can a man imprisoned in his own mind lock the door to mine?
Can an escapee be held by someone armed with mere prayer?
In what natural state of light flickered by God’s whims must I seek?
For the reel to reel that comes to my dreams can only be spliced by hope
And even if tomorrow which is all I live for never arrives
I already know what I want to be is what I am as I remove society’s rope
You can either open it
Or break it
Either way
I’m  going through the window

You can keep the door locked
Or take it off the hinges
I really don’t care for it anymore
Any more than I care for convention
Or moderation
Or compromise
Or normality
Or civilized behavior

I wish to be known as a wild person
The one with a dent in his car that he won’t fix
The one who’d rather live in one room than in a mansion
The one who could remain silent the entire weekend
A recluse
Unaffected by trends
The man who decides to cross the freeway
On foot

I’m just tired
Tired of small talk
Tired of being the jester
Tired of pretending I give a **** just so I can get laid
Tired of your expectations of me
Tired of worrying if you are bored
Tired of trying to be interesting in a loud room
Tired of watching people set fire to things that require the ability to think
Tired of everyone’s desires

You can have mine
I left them in the room
It’s under the broken glass
I decided not to raise the window
That would be the normal way to do things
Except this isn’t normal
Remember
I’m leaving through the window
So breaking it seemed more appropriate
What’s the point of raising it?
That would seem to be the thing to do
Right?

But that’s the point
I don’t want to do what you expect
Even when I’m doing what you don’t expect
The surprise is within the surprise
As you are pondering what I’m doing
It compounds upon itself
To the point where you say
That’s pretty wild

Yeah
It is
I'm staring at this clock
     Wishing I could turn back time.
To...Let's say...the summer
     Of Nineteen Eighty Nine.

I just remembered something
     I frankly failed to do.
And should have done at the time
     I first thought to Kiss you.

What could have, that simple kiss become?
That simple kiss, that went left undone
A simple kiss from me to you
Just a simple kiss... or... two.

I am staring at the hands on this clock
     Dreaming of how life could have been.
If only I garnered the courage
     To Kiss you back then.


© Tina Thompson
 Jun 2012 Anggun Russell
Rob
Endless rain falling
Felines and Canines abound
Sod of a drought!
RD © 2012
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