Ive had one of those days . . . hell if truth be known its been a couple of weeks. Anyway I put this together in quick order and then spent the next few days tweeking it. . . now the only question is, Is it finished? Before the music; Before You There were strangers, whose faces I now recall, stories of heartache and other assorted afflictions. Chronicled and calculated by one-night stands; lying in bed, I pretended to listen intently; sins committed while committing sins. Thus, I mismanaged mornings; I should have saved some of that energy for the turbulence that awaited. Without pretending and altered promises; cockcrows were left unattended; Justifications formed in-between the hush; and the tumult that surrounded the autumn sky. There were strangers, whose faces I now recalling. Together we climbed out of one another’s anguish, One sheepish grin at a time; mostly after pretending to matter. Then there were the all-night laments concerned with who would be left behind when the music stopped. Leaving, then, was all I knew; so I was on my way away, Long before the newness of the conversation settled. Without a forward to follow, there were no words to return; Calendar marked in distances, grew further with the turning of each new page, And leaving without a good-by leaves little room for hellos again; Not every saint is quick with absolution; I have lived the penance And wondered jn my abdication with out regret. . . . . . . . Sitting here now; with my words sculpting things, To more than, perhaps, they really were There are faces I recall Whose histories without promise have been altered? © 2013 JOSaavedra
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 06:19:29 +0000
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