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What You See Is……
There was time that when I saw women, I saw sex
So I spoke sex, and I got sex
There was a time that, when I saw me, I saw misery,
So I spoke and sought misery, and thus I got misery
Misery from waking up and trying to remember this stranger’s name
Misery from feeling the familiar void in life’s games
Misery of trying to stay up late as if I could delay a new day of ……misery
Was a time when I saw women I saw greed,
And for some strange reason, all I could get, was greed
Wasn’t what I wanted, but maybe my misery wanted company.
One day someone saw me, and saw hope
So they spoke hope, and they got hope
They turned me to you, and you said “I am love”
Couldn’t see it at first, but when I could see it, I sought it
I could see it, I could get it
One day I met her, and somehow I saw……your…love….in….her
I could see love, I was scared, but I spoke love
And finally I could get love
Thanks for helping me see you, and get you, in everything I do.
Thanks for helping me to see better, so I could get….better
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Wow. A very Honest and Powerful sentiment, and a testament to the concept that we get what we bring with us, until we begin start wanting Better.
ReplyDeleteYou's a Poet, yo!
One.
that's me, afraid to not live free again. how could i be "the free spirit butterfly" if i go back there?
ReplyDeletelove you lit brother!
remember, you will not find poetry anywhere, unless you bring it with you! (forgot the author....)
I am dumbfounded!!! That was the realist! Simply beautiful!!!! Sometimes all you can do is nod in agreement.
ReplyDeleteLOVED THIS!! Thanks for sharing!!!!
That was an incredible poem, SLC.
ReplyDeleteFrom beginning to end it remained profound and excellent.
Truth @ I could see love, I was scared, but I spoke love
And finally I could get love