Understanding.

Mon, 09/24/2018 - 16:58 -- Aegis

There once was me.

I was good.

I was a son of two parents in some neighborhood.

I ran and played and laughed all day,

And worked enough to avoid dismay,

Life was so far from gray. 

I could feel light, like a sun,

My life was one white wave that was never done,

Interests and special guests were all to make me someone.

And that's who I was.

 

Then, there was her.

Imagine: purple stares and truth-and-dares

Mimicking two pairs of shares

And care? Yeah, literally!

I could hold a special prose of some old tone so liberally.

I was a songbird with no bills to cry,

Maybe pills to sing cuz I felt so high,

And I know, no, I never could die.

 

Then, there was me.

Crash. Shoot. Sound.

What words can possess the hyperbole of down?

What rhythm of painful anger could interpret a seething lie

That spotted long ago would've saved a worthless life?

What sensation and rotation is this condition in position for?

How could sensible and progressible be negligable for intelligable?

What signs weren't seen that my light could've missed?

What storms were so high that my flight could've missed?

And yet the lighting struck. Down into ruts of-

This. Undeniable, so defile-able This.

Why This?

 

Then, there wasn't me.

What there was was not anymore.

What songs had been were no longer for.

No light could shine,

No sound could be,

No fine wine line,

No TV screen-

I saw black. And gray.

No white, not life. Strife.

A wife, in another life,

But tonight, knife.

 

then, there was light.

like the beginning of time it came-

soft, 

easy...

no free movement or pattern

rhyme or sensation

a gray or two,

maybe blue.

maybe Blue.

 

Blue. How?

What is a light you've never seen until now?

A new invasion and indescribable hue-

What life and beauty and pain in Blue!

What speed and rhyme and life sublime-

And breath- glory- no end in time

A flash/streak/bleep and weeks gone by

And all of this because no time-

in life could contain, or spirit defame

this beautiful feeling of life after pain,

And color in darkness, light in the cave,

breathing and wheezing- it all felt the same-

Freedom.

And light in the shadow is my new kingdom.

That's a god-like mercy,

All from an eternity of rehearsing.

It's the love of a Father.

And it's the light of His son.

Thank you,

Thank you.

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