Friday, March 23, 2012

Poem 23

Late!  I was at a friend's house tonight watchin' a movie.  In Bruges.  Check it out, Colin Farrell's in it.

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He was a man of unbridled love.
His passions, his tastes.
At the wire all came down to love.
Bright and cheery, though facing darkness.
That's how he was.

A man of unconditional feelings.
For Everyman, tho' some special.
None equaled he,
Oh, I wish t'were me!
No vice could outrace
Love's faster pace.

Even Death he loved
As if greeting an old friend.
An example for all.
Wise beyond his time.

Nobody knew his silent cries.
Nobody knew his screaming lies.
Such a man cannot exist.

Idolization: key to the land of the lost.
Inspiration it brings,
Happiness it sings.
One of few things not a slave to time.
A pain greater than any;
Inevitable downfall it precedes.

Never can I be that man.
Never will there truly be that man.
A facade, a mirror: shattered.
How I wish I had not.

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