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[aid] => mick
[title] => HIS LIFE (AKA MY LIFE) REVISED
[time] => 2005-10-30 15:45:05
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[bodytext] => A child was he born in the land of a great country. Raised in the North by a loving family. Dreaming of a life he will never see. His dad was a preacher hell fire and brimstone. His mom was a angel sent from the heavens above. His sisters were all older than he thankfully. He had two brothers one older on younger than he. He was a child of dreams. He was a child of thoughts. He is a child that still lives within me. He grew up quicker than most by the age of four he was nearly five feet tall. When he was ten he was six foot tall. His body grew but his mind stayed young. He always had this dream this dream of love. His mind was troubled thoughts of death and misery from the earliest age of memory. Then he met her she was fun full of life, Love freely given she was to be his wife. But it was never to be she died and she was only sixteen. He moved on but barely trying to die with pills and a knife. They put him away in an institution you could say three months he stayed. Then yet another blow came to his dream. He shall never bare a child or give one his name. Two broken dreams while still just a child. It's amazing he's still alive. Death of a lover, Death of giving life, How much more can just a child take. He moved on and married his first wife. But the past he could not let go. For his wife wanted kids he could not give. So she cheated again and again but with his knowledge. It was just for a child so they may have kids. His dream every mans dream was never seen. So he ended his life with her and moved on to another named Christine. She was his first wife lover BI sexual friend. He had it made two women at once. But he was still just living a dream. His second wife was no better than his first. Sex was a game and he played it well. Never was there love just sex and lustful greed. He is now twenty-four but still a child is he, He bleeds for love a passionate dream. He moved on from his second wife named Christine. For she got pregnant without his knowledge. He was single for maybe two years, But still living in a dream with a tear, Always trouble with thoughts of death and love that was never near. Then he met her she was the devil hidden in what he thought was an angel sent from the heavens above. She raped him of his soul, She raped him of his mind, She raped him of his all. Just what he needed another painful memory. But he stayed with her for nearly nine years. Was it love? No, he just didn't want to be left alone. As they were together he found out he had AIDS. Just another blow to his dreams. She made it worst by calling him a fag queen. What was even worst was when his mother died she just said no you cant go? But he left he left her alone but then he returned not wanting to be alone. He finely did leave her once and for all just last year in July. After he took all he could. He was sick of her lies, He was tired of her damnation, And the raping of his mind. She is the devil reincarnation within her soul. Never has he hated, Never will he hate. Anyone as much as he hates her with all his heart and soul my she DIE ALONE. He is now thirty-six just had a birthday in July. Still a child within his mind. Still has a trouble mind, He shall always be a child, A man he shall never be. His body is old. His mind is young. His dream is but a tear on life and it's song. He has a future now to look upon. His dreams he is seeing. His love lives within once again. For he has ment the one the one that is true the one that shall stay true the love that he was waiting for his true love. His true soul mate. Blessed be her name Madonna is my wife and i shall never be alone again in this life. ALL HE HAS. All I have is my words that I can share with thee. This is my life from beginning to now. Now everyone knows the true me. A CHILD WAS HE RICH IN SPRIT FULL OF EMOTIONS EVER SEARCHING FOR A LOVE THAT WAS LOST BUT NOT FORGOTTEN EVER HOPING FOR A TIME TO BE LOVED ONCE AGAIN. BY DENNIS LEMMEN [comments] => 0 [counter] => 533 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lemmen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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