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Hope is Nada
Brighter than my ideas
of who I thought you were,
stands this dream.
And before wind makes the leaves
dance at our wedding,
let me say this:
Love throughout
is afforded by
love through wind.
I give to you
by what I have,
not by what I lack.
If I gave
from an idea,
or a hope of me.
Then I would be in debt
to your falsely created ideas
of my splendor.
In greek spirit is wind.
So by your spirit love me,
and by mine I love you,
not with false hope,
nor a clay
created love.
But real, raw,
unimaginable
humanity.
So I can smell your roses
and bleed
by your thorns.
I want to experience life,
experience you.
Experience your love.
Experience your heart
as you dive
into the experience of me.
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| I agree with you, 'mom.' There is a movie I enjoy, 'Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.' Its winning line for me is near the end when they are discussing how they already know the fate of their relationship and that it is doomed to fail, and so she says something to the effect of, 'your going to find me annoying and i will resent you.' And knowing this, he simply replies, "ok." Knowing the outcome does not change the moments that can be shared. I love the idea of that. The comfort in the nakedness. etc |
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Comment by: mom - 2006-05-05 18:40
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| It's always sad when we create a thought of what people should be instead of what they truly are. I like that you wrote about the real person even though we may or may not end up with them forever. |
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| Complicated: To read that which you wrote, made me pause. And filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction thank I thanked 'god.' |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-04 10:18
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| Ah, love the one thing that always escapes me. I swear to god it lies in hiding laughing at me. To read about love is hard for me because I do not understand it. However, the pain was taken away by the raw feeling of everlasting love that you displayed. |
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| ahh .. the 'dream.' Yes, I was waiting for someone to comment on that. In the second stanza where it reads "dance at OUR wedding," our refers to both the narator of the piece and his 'beloved.' She is the dream, I had wondered if I had made it too subtle, I shall nowlook through it again with your comment. Thank you. |
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