| Canto I. "I sat Tonight" (5-24-2004) tonight I sat and wrote a poem yet was reminded of many things how it had been almost a decade before that I'd last used a teal blue pen I remember recalling the faded sun back into memory some years later oh by God how the salt stung in those cool ocean waves of forever I remember standing inside of the bandroom one hand clutching at my silver chain my sister, God bless her, stood true and strong for me and against all of my pain I remember the church van loud yet quiet the alcohol has not yet erased I remember the feeling I had while kissing you a moment in memory eternally engraved I remember once yes touching you we discovered your parent's red wine I know that at the time I thought to myself that there was some sort of beauty to the haze inside Tonight I sat and wrote a poem I was reminded again of my entire past yet it felt hopeless to sit and reminencse over dreams that would never come true and I remembered parking in my Camaro kissing you once then again and again most certainly the Devil would devise a plan to leave my soul devoid of Heaven; in the form of a cop I remember sneaking a kiss from you standing by the beds in Sears in Eastridge Mall (now Westland) I tasted your lips and touched upon a fear that would only be resolved in my car behind an old Food Lion and I still was able to sit and recall sitting with you in the music room how intoxicating amd beautiful yet I felt so small when my lust encompassed you and I remember reading to you the words that I wrote from heart and soul as if for some reason the words could be true and reach into your cold core warming but new I still remember the old white swing I was 18 but you were 15 and giving you something what made it great? a first kiss that could last forever I remember driving so far to hold someone for which my imagination desired and your approval came while fucking around in a tent as if my soul meant everything that day I remember saying I love you were those words spoken in haste? would our just God hold it to be true for me to be ever entrapped by your face? so I sat Tonight and wrote a poem and I felt satisfied with the results could something as simple as writing hold a future bright, but grey? |
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