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PoeticaL
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since 2001-03-31

Posts 50

0 posted 2001-04-24 11:11 PM

For some reason I have a difficult time accepting
that someone else views me the way I view you.
You are the you that I would be if I were you!
But am I the me I would be if I were me?
I remember you said
If you always win, you don't learn anything
And I’m glad I’m a big loser then
For a loser learns the most in the end
And you told me…
The things you said are a little piece of you.
You didn't really think about it. Didn't temporize
analyze
or intellectualize it to death.
You just opened up and let it out.
It's you. It's pure you.

Yes but you see it’s the you
That you see not the me that I see
And if I could borrow your eyes
And take a glance at chance

You might see what I now see
That a connection
Happens inside a season
That maximum capacity
Has a limit to the line
Something that we fill up and fill up
Over and over with time
Must empty itself for more reason
Than that of perfect rhyme

Imitation is the greatest flattery
I could give you as compliment
Oh…to
Imitate you? I wish it were me in true
This world would be so much greater if even a few
A few in every thousand just tried
Or strived
to imitate even 50% of the who of you.
I’d be you if I weren’t so busy finding me.
I know this poetry written in scrawl
Would be perfect more perfectly
Said if not at all
I’m convinced
Concerned
But never discerned
Because I have learned
That it would be better
To be something felt
Rather than something read
Something known perfectly
Rather than having to be said

You taught me how to view myself
With your eyes
With your mind
With your proverbial tears
I cleansed my own soul
With your kindness in kind
Your knowledge
Of the light that shines through
The one that blinded myself
The one I couldn’t just see
The one that mirrored itself
Back to me because of you

To merely pen thank you
Is not a breath that will save your life
Nor is it anything more than
Killing with ink another sad tree that
Has already had its last sigh

Never shall I be blue without reason
Some come for a moment
Some come for a lifetime
I’m glad you sat with me through a season
You changed me
For much more
So much more than just a future moment
And though you may not always be there forever
in my soul your signature
Has left a lifetime of marks

"I'm a junkyard full of false starts....Elliot Smith"

Lady In White