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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, August 22, 2011

(history)

papa.
don't run.
don't cry.
don't lose yourself behind your eyes.

History
dredged from the deep
vaults buried long ago
hold memories, time sealed
cracked open and relived (revealed)
as penance for some
sin
you won't forgive (of yourself)


I'm here.

and

I'll stand in the way,
fighting your demons day to day.

Sure, time goes by,
and I'm sure in your eyes
I'm still your child,
dancing barefoot at sunrise,
not scarred by life


still.


I'll  carry you, this time.
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4 comments:

  1. Matt DFebruary 24, 2011 at 11:01 PM

    Beautifully written,
    very moving.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 27, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    Thank you. Sometimes the words that hurt to write speak the most.

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  3. ShaunaAugust 27, 2011 at 12:03 AM

    gorgeous testament to a child's love for a
    parent and how as we grow desire to protect
    the parent.
    written honestly.

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  4. UnknownAugust 28, 2011 at 11:44 PM

    Thanks Shauna.

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