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0 posted 07-28-99 12:29 PM       View Profile for guiltborn   Email guiltborn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit guiltborn's Home Page   View IP for guiltborn

Apologies become my spoken language,
A magnet for the blame of my world.
Tormented by some past treachery, I race on,
Trying to right some distant wrong.
Sins I made against my own code,
I the Judge and Jury,
Left with no defense but my hunger…
The hunger inside me that pushes me to be the hero
So that I may one day overshadow my past with actions deemed noble.
But even with my good intentions,
All they see is a quiet man,
A past they care not to hear,
A future they won’t stay to see.

I bring it upon myself,
A harsh reality I’m not ready to believe.
Underneath, all I want is acceptance,
To have what they have,
To go one day as someone unlike Atlas,
To throw the world from my shoulders and let it roll into oblivion.
Tired of long nights pondering,
Thought that takes all my time, not my pain.
So many days lost,
So many friends lost,
So much love lost…
Their advice warms my heart
But no warmth can linger long inside my hearts broken walls.
One granted wish would release me from my cell,
A dream that cures my wounds as long as it lingers fresh on my mind.
To just meet someone who would risk looking under my mask,
Someone who would fall in love with the man that I rarely show.
An angelic face that sees her future in my eyes,
Who shares my dreams,
And would share her life with me,
Just as I would with her….

But wishes are the foundations of a weak man’s hope.
My patience not strong enough to wait for God to deem me worthy of my dreams;
To take fate by the reigns is my only choice.
But, until my courage is stacked high enough,
I wait in my self-constructed prison
Asking myself this…

How many deeds need be done until my punishment is over?

That answer is as blurred as my tear filled vision…

But there are times when my vision clears for but a moment,
Those few who see past my mask and who listen long with hearts hearing,
I owe more than I can ever repay.
Sometimes in sadness’ shadow,
I forget those who reach out to help me.
To those few heroes in my life,
I wish I could give what they give me with but a smile from their face…

One day I will.

"What dreams may come?"


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1 posted 07-31-99 03:03 PM       View Profile for Masked Intruder   Email Masked Intruder   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Masked Intruder

Read it at the Scroll the first time, and I still love it much. Great thoughts and wonderful expression, however gloomy the topic may be.

Even with a lot of imagination, does it make the story less true?
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2 posted 08-13-99 12:30 PM       View Profile for poetFemmeFatale   Email poetFemmeFatale   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for poetFemmeFatale

Oh guiltborn -- how I wish we could sit down & talk over drinks....You intrigue me everytime you write. What a beautiful piece that truly fits your situation. I think you've almost inspired me to write one for you....I'll share it soon.

- poet FemmeFatale

"The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet

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