"regection" poems
What I have now, I have in abundance
I have it to give to you...
Untethered to any intention
I have it.
For you.
It is yours.
And know it was what I intended for you all along.
Safety, comfort, stability....even sanity
It is yours.
I hold it up
Open, raw, a gift from God or the Universe, to me ...to you.
Its real, with the depth and weight of its promise.
I'm keeping it here for you,...exposed
Subject to regection from "before"
Its ok, It is mine to freely give to you
If you will have it,
If you will have me.
The acceptance of me "after"
Would be the greatest gift....
But there is the intention...It is there after all.
The basis of my intention, it is simply the need
for forgiveness.
For your love.
And My love to you.
It seems as if the recipient has shifted
From you, to me...
But really, It is interchangeable
"after" is something to be shared.
"After" is the gift....the one that brought your sister.
With "after" there came a knowing....
A knowing that I had been wrong, broken.
Broken like you said you are now.
The gift can fix it...."After" is surely the cure
For all broken things.
I need you to know there was a place that preceeded "before"
It was " the begining" it was you.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Over the hill of every hope,
to the village of the nothing.
To a road of quicking,
a path you dare to follow
Were you so crass
With little class .
Shallow shame, so fostering.
Of the will you not dismiss, the destiny of being.
That then to your reflection,
and chance of your disection.
All the gutteral with a hate of no regection.
Made by fault of euberis in youth and then to age.
All the hope of right or wrong
that you be worthy sage.
For all that venture inward
emerge so cleansed of rage.
With a scream so heavenly
and heavy heart to guage
But mine is very light
I'm of all restraint.
I build my walls of love,
and of nothing dare thee taint.
For you I love the most
the other in my skin.
I will ever foster this,
And drown you in my sin.
And so i say goodbye
And see you claw at me
I am of the sentry
That will never devil free.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC