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Love and Life
Contributed by
hungarianhaze2
on
Saturday, 12th November 2011 @ 01:14:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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When I opened my eyes for the first time
you looked ahead
football games,track meets, The fun would never end
You then realized the pain had ended
and the fun had just begun
I remember the days when I would wake up
And as if the energy of a child increased
with every smile and joke you passed down
It allowed me to grow
To lengths that foreshadowed witty outcomes
To loves that withered and mildewed away
From splinters of miss communications that exiled social for comings that you would
pull from my wall of insecurities like pins that held up my favorite movie posters
Our humor formed a treaty of friendship connected
by hidden frequency's that only you and i could see and understand
you tattooed my nights with the screech of a guitar
and high pitch screams fashioned from the 80's
that sparked imagination
but life wasn't always a dream
fountains of youth soon faced a drought to vapors of reality
The fountain's mouth from which the water flowed endlessly
became rusted and clogged with ideas of fast cash
and means to ends
The sponge that symbolized my delicate mind
became a casket holding dear to what fathomed my laced imagery
and graphite drawings
hinged and pulled
Receiving life and its lessons in quantities that seemed over medicating
But when I could finally breath
true love was dealt my hand
A blessing you were here to see
I will always be thankful for that
But as life stopped chiseling away barley missing
the emerald cased heart
A night masked as any other took its final
swing and struck upon the nerves veined through
my body that naived its way in the the blissful memories
sending the emerald glow in to exodus
pronounced dead as I slept safe in bed
The memoir of fatherly love
Mostly forgotten, being eaten by my subconscious
An apatite fitting of a glutton
By hook or crook
The past we shared and its pain began to constrict and suffocate
from loves eternal grip
The pains effects nullified and shivered reaming in it decrepit state
Remembering the times we shared from the first drink of your Zima beer bottle
, or countless sunbaths while we gawked at the girls like chimps in a cage hands length from a banana, or
when love sapped the visions of tranquil tomorrows
But nothing can compare to the foundation you gave me
with its mixtures and mats
Your love was soft and broadened to levels of
inconspicuous products
Your strength also fashioned from the 80's
became the churn as it made the battles of everyday
seem minute and coarse
with time experience had hardened this foundation
as our settle and short talks of everyday life sunk
it's self into under toned messages that played
along side our treaty of frequency's
You never knew underneath this tough tone you constituted
lye dormant the fear of a child
Still new to this worlds demanding voice
with afflictions that plagued the fruit
of a youthful mind
I wasn't ready for you to die
for your last breath to never form into
"I love you too"
Words I wish I could have initiated sooner
I know you will always be watching over me
and one day our frequency's will meet again
through the endless cycle
of Love and Life
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hungarianhaze2
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2011-11-12 01:14:57]
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Re: Love and Life
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by hungarianhaze2 on
Saturday, 12th November 2011 @ 09:14:01 AM AEST
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| some miss use of words in here, sorry was up till 5 doing this. |
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Re: Love and Life
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by emystar on
Saturday, 12th November 2011 @ 05:02:08 PM AEST
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I am so sorry for your loss.
both my parents are gone.
Very glad to see you writing about your dad. I still write about both my parents.
Big huggs, blessings, prayer,
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