April 26, 2011
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i strike back
at the words
at this life
at loosing itat taking up more time
at the keyboard
at the artist tablewith friends
family
the forgotten
and the reclaimedi strike back
because i still canstill have a voice
still have time
still have something left to givebefore everything is taken from me
and the only thing leftis the idea
is the heart
is the headis the memory
of me
you
and what we’ve becomeonly books
only stories
only this
that wasthat could have been
as all else fails
gets pushed asideand rests easy on the notion
that nothing is formidablenot exchange rates
not currency
not love in the afterglowof nuclear proliferation’s
failed nightmares
that turn into daydreamscold beer left in the afternoon sun
or heartache at the tender age of twelve
or the explanation that everyone recieves
when nothing else is expectableit’s not you
it’s meit’s not us
it’s themit’s not where we are
but who we areas i choke down past memories
to solutions
to problems
to ideasthat never meet in the middle
only push out on all sidesand take on more water
more flood damage
more living in placesno one should ever go
and yet this is where i am
current location
blues low landno insurance provided
no litigation
no collateral damage
no movement under the color of nightjust sadness
just lossand the understanding
that everything is eventual
everything is
as it waseven in the eye of the storm
even when things are calm
and the only thought process that comes to the surfacethat re-imagines itself
is the failure of rebirth
or the knowledge that there is nothing worth loosing
that could ever put a priceon love
on love’s memory
or the exceptable rhetoricthat makes haste
out of our lives
out of our dignity
out of our timeuntil all that’s left
are crosses
loneliness
and the perpetual silence
that echoes blame
down a dark hallwayunder shadow’s weight
and loss’s bleeding heart.
Comments (19)
love breathes renewal by dawn’s coffee pot light.
Awesome!
Nothing can put a price on love-exactly.
A very well-written depiction of the choices that face us, individually and as a species.
sad, man. sad.
yes, choices.
this got me teary-eyed, thomas michael.
you’re a poet here whose words i can really feel and am moved by, like.
I don’t know what to say, I’m in awe.
this actually made me cry… ><
I feel like I’m always reading precisely how a heart breaks, where it begins to fracture and suddenly falls to pieces. It’s bittersweet; I feel selfish, because I enjoy it so much.
@I_once_was - i do love a good cup of joe.
@ofunlo - choices, we’d all rather not make. but just the same…
@hilaw - you sean, got teary eyed. i don’t see that. no disrespect, and i mean that. you just seem so tough. so impervious. i am humbled that you would be teary eyed. thank you. thank you much.
@TheSutraDude - thank you sir. i am grateful to have a audience, to have anyone willing to read. thank you.
@MyHomeIsWriting - it weren’t nothin. thank you just the same. i hope you watched justified tonight. it was awesome.
@Rainweaver1314 - i’m sorry, thanks for reading though. it’s nice…to be read.
@Where_Senses_Fail - i have to say without a doubt it is probably the one thing people spend the most amount of time writing about. love, makes, breaks, takes. hurts. amen.
@thomas_michael - your poetry is awesome. no need to thank me but thank you and you’re welcome.
@thomas_michael - I did and it was. Really can’t wait for the season finale, though I’m sad to see we’re all ready done with another season. Doesn’t seem possible.
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