There is a point in time
Where we seek inside ourselves
Pulling out the inner fabrics of our souls
And naming it Ourselves
There is a place in time we are alone
BONE BREAKINGLY ALONE
With people we know but they know not us
But we fool them and ourselves to believe they are
There is a moment in time
In which we become nothing
From something
We are pulled from the security we've known
For ourselves into nowhere
And break into the world and ARE
something before we're NOTHING again
There is a person in time
Who will come to know us MORE than WE have KNOWN ourselves
And we'll call them many things like
Lover
Bestie
Brother
Sister
Husband
Or wife
These are the aspects of
A tale of Maybe whose it's
-
A Tale
A Blanket
A Soul
Is what it has been
Called over time
Maybe whose it's
Is you
Me
That person sitting next to you (yes you, not you)
Your lover
Your Mother
And your enemies savior
-
She told Me a long time ago
Her story pulled of air
Fabricated with wishes and thoughts
And DREAMS AND THINGS I HAVE
NOT FELT BEFORE
-
Her story begins where sweet babies ended
For those of you in the NUA (yes you)
Seeing her baby turn into whispers
Of vapor and black
She grew the world in her back pocket
And began to fly
Like the Jim ME in hen Drix
Took off like a rocket
May B. Who's Is It
Soared
She went to places YOU
With shallow dreams (not you, You in the coffee cup)
Could never fathom
And sent them to me
In a blanket
-
A Blanket
A Quilt
A Tale
A story
Is what she sent
A patch for tears
Her fears
Stitched together
Withe the very Essence of her own being
She'd given me her Life
To show me a Blanket
A blanket I needed for the dark cold nights I called Life
I loved her.
She Loved me.
The love formed from
A story fabricated of dreams
She was ME.
-
You think you KNOW life?
Well let me tell you liked
May B. showed me
YOU know NOTHING of life
YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME
and I DON'T KNOW YOU
we know not ourselves
Until we stitch in ALL our PATHCES
Tell ME you LOVE me
Tell ME you HATE me
GOD DAMN IT tell me something
Because I know nothing
But I LOVE you
And you
and all of you
Like I have never loved before
So tell me
And May B.
Will BE me once more
Friday, June 18, 2010
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