I walked a path; a downward spiral and looking back was meaningless.
People tried to hold me. But they just phased through.
I was able to do it; almost with little or no effort. I was able to reach hell.
But in the drowning blood of silence I saw a shimmer in my field of view.
A side of passion: a hint of madness: a tint of foxy: 32 flavors and then some.
It’s the perfect recipe for dreamy & devious you.
From the beginning to the end,
You were a passionate and patient teacher.
You taught me various lessons; entertained me.
Me: a misguided and grotesque creature.
How to live, love and die,
Making me smile, laugh and cry.
It all made me want to stop, kneel and stare.
Into those brilliant Spanish eyes that just don't compare.
Meeting you made me stronger (I know that for sure).
Because of you my mind is richer than just poor.
I am more complete because of you. You are a treasure.
But not for me to keep: only for me to chance & see.
A rare and beautiful teacher; I'm glad to have met you.
If we had not met, yours truly would I be.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
ŞiirThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
