is there a difference
between angels and madmen
pedophiles and angels
angels and you and I
aren’t we all simply tied
to a groove in the vinyl
a sound in the background
the voice in our minds
looking for answers
to questions that don’t matter
while surfing between commercials
for nothing we need
hasn’t our duty
been performed
by all those before us
aren’t we yesterdays news
thinking we discovered
the space between notes
like the very first time
we played with ourselves
vast oceans of drama
inflicted by ego
while searching for meaning
on the outskirts of mind
yesterday matters
for the lessons ignored
are endlessly recycled
into food for the masses
while I’m starving
for the love that my
mommy forgot
that I needed
so I walk in the shadows
seeking salvation
from the imposition of others
which was necessary for growth
returning me of course
to my very first thought
of why did this happen
especially to me
for the man I’ve become
walks alone close to home
feeling safe in the fear
of becoming himself
full on the knowledge
that it could only
have been
the way it has played
thus as I fully embrace
the gift of abuse
the man that I’ve become
knows where the line is drawn
so I reach out to those
still struggling
as victims
to embrace their experience
and fully accept
the opportunities
provided by angels
with dark duties
while this piece is a couple of years old i am posting it for a friend based upon a conversation we haven’t had yet.
peace my friend!
I am speechless and moved to something as I can only describe as touching god, thank you
here i am at the apple store – at the eaton centre – one of the few places i can check e-mail and other things i find edifying after having my laptop stolen and various other pieces of my life scattered to and fro.
i know that if i can keep on deep breathing, i can escape to the outdoors and then allow the emotions that i am feeling drift off into the universe.
love is such a precious thing – and yet so fragile and ephemeral.