More poetry, some good, some bad.
My foster father was a Lutheran Minister. He revealed to me a few years before he died that he was also an atheist. When I asked him how to reconcile his absence of faith with his vocation, he calmly replied. "In the young I can imbue truth, a questioning nature and the desire for balance. In the old and infirm, I can bring comfort and solace in their final hours".
Atheist that he was, he also had an interesting sense of humor. One of his favorite jokes was "Q:How do you make god laugh" - "A:Make a plan"
Friday night, my tendency to push people away met Erin's tendency to run with disastrous results. Needless to say, I believe our relationship is over. There might still be a glimmer of hope, but it is slim at best. Basically, we need to find a way to repair the damage and reign in our respective neurosis in exactly two weeks. I think the odds of that happening are slim to none.
I love her. I will always love her. The last four months of my life have been the happiest in memory.
I love cocaine too, but loving something doesn't mean that love is good.
I've been littering facebook with bad poetry about Erin for four months now. I would imagine the poetry portion of your program has come to and end. However, I leave you with three final expressions of my soul.
The Lonely Journey - by Daniel Frederick
I will hold you tightly in my arms in my dreams
I will walk next to your silent form, hand in hand, but never again to touch.
Your beauty and your smile nothing more the faint whisper of a fond memory.
In your embrace, I found home. In your kiss, I found joy.
My heart still beats, but it does so with a little less force now.
The lump in my throat matched only by the hole in my heart.
A shadowy form leaves me in the night. I try to wave and call out, but my voice catches in my throat.
The burden of who we have both been was too much, for who we both have become.
I turn to face the future. Alone again. Alone as always.
I'm sad that our paths had to diverge, but forever happy for the brief time we shared our journey.
I loved you Erin.
Poema XX - Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her
“Poema XX” - Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada
and finally, my adrenal glad managed to pump out one last little missive, about nothing in particular
In the Darkness, she comes to me - Daniel Frederick
She senses my longing, my anguish,
in the darkness she comes to me.
My profound sorrow urging her attentions
She loves me in spite of myself
Her soft caress soothes me,
the warmth of her body and the beating of her heart
In my lonliness, my one constant companion
the window to my soul when a storm rages outside
stupid cat
Atheist that he was, he also had an interesting sense of humor. One of his favorite jokes was "Q:How do you make god laugh" - "A:Make a plan"
Friday night, my tendency to push people away met Erin's tendency to run with disastrous results. Needless to say, I believe our relationship is over. There might still be a glimmer of hope, but it is slim at best. Basically, we need to find a way to repair the damage and reign in our respective neurosis in exactly two weeks. I think the odds of that happening are slim to none.
I love her. I will always love her. The last four months of my life have been the happiest in memory.
I love cocaine too, but loving something doesn't mean that love is good.
I've been littering facebook with bad poetry about Erin for four months now. I would imagine the poetry portion of your program has come to and end. However, I leave you with three final expressions of my soul.
The Lonely Journey - by Daniel Frederick
I will hold you tightly in my arms in my dreams
I will walk next to your silent form, hand in hand, but never again to touch.
Your beauty and your smile nothing more the faint whisper of a fond memory.
In your embrace, I found home. In your kiss, I found joy.
My heart still beats, but it does so with a little less force now.
The lump in my throat matched only by the hole in my heart.
A shadowy form leaves me in the night. I try to wave and call out, but my voice catches in my throat.
The burden of who we have both been was too much, for who we both have become.
I turn to face the future. Alone again. Alone as always.
I'm sad that our paths had to diverge, but forever happy for the brief time we shared our journey.
I loved you Erin.
Poema XX - Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.”
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her
“Poema XX” - Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada
and finally, my adrenal glad managed to pump out one last little missive, about nothing in particular
In the Darkness, she comes to me - Daniel Frederick
She senses my longing, my anguish,
in the darkness she comes to me.
My profound sorrow urging her attentions
She loves me in spite of myself
Her soft caress soothes me,
the warmth of her body and the beating of her heart
In my lonliness, my one constant companion
the window to my soul when a storm rages outside
stupid cat